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I had never stepped into a day expecting it to be any different than any other day. A particular date, month, or year didn’t reserve a special place in my heart or on my calendar. For me to determine if a day was special, it had to end first, and as I reflected on the events of the day, I placed a value on it. Holidays, birthdays, or days of the week were simply days, regardless of their position within a week, month, or year. Any of them could end up great, mediocre, or just plain awful.

“I was thinking maybe we could go over to the pizza place or something,” Sydney sighed.

“And I was thinking we’d stay here and…”

I leaned into her and kissed her neck. I had minimal experience kissing, touching, or even caring about a woman until I met Sydney. Now, based on her comments and expression about what
she
liked and disliked, I truly looked forward to satisfying her sexually as well as sensually.

As I gripped her upper arms lightly in my hands and continued to press my face into her neck and kiss her aggressively, goosebumps rose along her arms. I lightly began to nibble along her heck until I reached her shoulder. As I softly kissed and licked the base of her neck, she sighed and shook her arms.

“Forget the pizza, keep doing that,” she said as she exhaled audibly. 

I lifted her from her feet and carried her toward the couch.

“You’re going to hurt your…” she began.

“Shhh, I’ll be the judge of that,” I whispered as I lowered her onto the cushion.

I knelt on the floor at the base of the couch and began to kiss her stomach and hips. As she moaned and squirmed, I lifted her shirt over her head. After unsnapping her bra and tossing it to the side, I began softly sucking and licking her nipples. Caressing her breasts as I sucked them, I watched her face as I did. As she watched me sucking her boobs, I observed the expressions on her face. I had learned from simply paying attention that she liked watching me suck and lick her tits as much as I enjoyed doing it. As she began to bite her lower lip and stare down at my mouth, I bit her nipple lightly between my teeth.

“Oh fucking fuck,” she sighed as she released her lip and bit into it more aggressively.

I released her nipple and began sloppily kissing and sucking her breast.

“Mmmm,” she cooed.

I reached down between her legs, and slid my hand along her thigh and under her shorts.  As my finger fumbled underneath her panties, she gasped. She was wet all the way down to the crack of her ass.

I pulled against the waist of her shorts, and fumbled with the button. After finally unfastening the waist, I pulled them to her feet and tossed them aside. Now lying on the couch in only her underwear, I stood and admired her.

As I stood, it was obvious I was beyond ready. My cock was fighting against the fabric of my jeans for freedom. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down to my thighs. As my swollen shaft bounced upward, and free of my jeans, she leaned forward on the couch and gripped it in her hand.

“Stick it in my mouth,” she moaned.

“Oh hell no, you’re not tricking me into that bullshit, not tonight,” I laughed.

She gazed upward and batted her brown eyes, “What?”

I pressed my hands to my hips and shook my head, “You know
what
. I can’t last five minutes with you sucking on my cock. I want to
fuck
.”

As I reached down to push my jeans to the floor, she leaned forward and started slurping and sucking the tip of my cock. As I fought with my jeans, she continued. Finally, as I kicked the jeans free from my feet, I leaned backward, and pulled my cock from her very capable mouth.

I reached down and grabbed the hips of her panties with both hands.

“I,” I yanked against the fabric.

“Want,” I yanked again.

She stared up at me with wide eyes.

“These,” I said as I pulled sharply, “Off!”

As the panties snapped in two, I pulled upward on the fabric, pulling the lower part from beneath her ass, and tossed them aside.

“I’m done fucking around, I’m dying here,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head and crawled onto the sofa.

“You just tore my panties off,” she said under her breath.

I grinned and nodded my head. 

“Maybe we should go to the bed,” she said as she tossed her head toward the hallway.

I gripped my cock and guided it between her legs. As I felt the tip begin to penetrate her soaking wet pussy, I gently pushed my hips forward and closed my eyes as she reached down and gripped her ass cheeks in her hands.

After she kicked one of her legs onto the back of the couch, she raised the other, and dropped it over the edge of the couch and onto the floor. I pressed my knees into the cushion and began slowly working my swollen cock in and out of her wetness.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned, “fuck me…just like that….fuck me.”

I lowered my chest to hers and began to kiss her as I continued to work my hips back and forth carefully. With each
in
stroke, she exhaled and moaned a pleasurable gasp. Lost in the moment, my love for her, and how it felt to provide her with the deep satisfaction she explained only I could bring, I continued to kiss her and work myself in and out of her swollen mound.

As she released her ass, raised her hands behind me, and sank her fingers deep into my back, I knew she was about to climax. As her fingernails drug across my back, she began to moan.

“Oh…my God….hold….hold it right…”

“There,” she moaned as I felt myself bottom out inside of her.

I held myself still as I felt her pussy convulse into an orgasm. After a deep sigh and releasing my back from her tight grip, I slowly began to work myself in and out of her slippery pussy again.

“Oh dear God,” she moaned as I thrust myself in and out, bottoming out with each stroke.

“Holy fuck, you know I can’t…”

“Handle…”

“This…” she gasped.

I continued to pound myself into her carefully, but with as much force as I had learned she could handle. As the tip of my cock met resistance, I released the pressure, and pulled my hips rearward.

The repetitive motion and her tight pussy soon proved to be too much. I collapsed onto her chest and continued for a few more strokes.

“Kiss me,” I said as she arched her back and tilted her head into the cushion behind her.

As she fought to raise her head, I slid my hand underneath her neck, and gripped it in my hand. As I lifted her head upward, I pressed my lips into hers and kissed her deeply until I felt myself begin to reach climax.

As we continued to kiss, her pussy began to contract again into a massive orgasm. She bit into my lower lip and dug her fingernails into my back. As I felt myself explode inside of her, I arched my back, pulled my mouth from hers, curled my toes, and opened my eyes.

“I love you,” I groaned.

She opened her eyes as she fought to catch her breath, “I passed…”

“That stage…”

“A long fucking…”

“Time ago,” she gasped.

“You little smart ass,” I sighed.

“If you move, you’re going to have cum all over this couch. Hand me my shirt,” she said as she raised her hand in the air.

I reached down and grabbed my tee shirt and handed it to her.

“That’s yours,” she said.

“Use it, it’s cheap,” I shrugged, “Ready?”

She nodded her head.

I thrust my hips rearward and yanked my cock from inside of her.

“You fucker,” she said as quickly reached between her legs with the shirt.

“I told you, don’t snatch the cock away, remember?” she whined.

She had told me countless times not to do what I had just done.

“Sorry,” I shrugged, “I forgot.”

“You’re full of shit,” she snapped as she rolled off the edge of the couch and waddled toward the bathroom.

I gazed down at my glistening cock. I had come a long way since I met Sydney. My life seemed to be in order now. I may have been a Sinner, and prone to do things other men would never dream of, but I did so knowing my love for her would never fade. No one on this earth would protect her, provide for her, or keep her from harm with greater assurance than I would. As I heard her washing herself off in the bathroom, I stood from the couch and walked her direction.

“Shower?” I shrugged as I leaned in the doorway.

“Uhhm, sure. Sounds good. I need to see if we can run by the shop, Avery’s up there and I want to see her,” she said over her shoulder.

“Okay. Well, how about shower, pizza, and shop?” I asked.

She turned to face me as I reached in and started the water, “Shower, shop, pizza. Before she goes?”

“Sure,” I responded as I stepped into the shower.

 

After a shower, fresh clothes, and arguing over the hunger I had developed, we were on our way to the shop. Sydney, as always, rode steady as a rock on the back of my bike. If her hands weren’t visible at my sides, I wouldn’t even realize she was behind me. As we came around the corner of the block, I noticed several of the fella’s bikes at the shop. It was by no means full, but for a Tuesday night, there were more than usual. A few, strangely, I didn’t recognize.

After parking the bike, we walked into the empty shop.

“What the fuck? Are they in the meeting room?” I asked as I looked around the shop.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know where you fuckers hang out.”

“Follow me,” I said as I walked toward the meeting room.

As I opened the door, several smiling faces stared my direction.

Otis, Slice, Junior, Sarah, Kate, Fancy…

I glanced to my right.

Oh God damn.

Staff Sergeant Jacob, my man Ripp, Shane Dekkar…

Avery stepped from behind Axton. In her arms was an exact twin of the pup I had found on the road.  He fought in her arms to get away.

My heart, mind, and entire body filled with emotion as I felt a tremendous heat wash over me. I reached up and wiped the sweat from my brow. I turned toward Sydney and stared.

“Happy Birthday, Baby. Sorry, I had to do it,” she shrugged.

“Happy Birthday, Mister Toad,” Junior waved.

“Junior,” I grinned.

“Happy Birthday,” Avery said as she handed me the pup.

He looked up excitedly, opened his mouth and belched a sound that sounded like a frog.

I turned toward Sydney and grinned. My heart was racing, and I felt like a little kid again. Similar to what I remembered Christmas being like as a child, it was almost more emotion than I could contain. Holding the wiggling pup in my arms, I turned to A-Train and nodded.

“Fuck brother, we don’t have jobs, so it was no big deal. Happy Birthday. How you doing?” he asked as he patted me on the shoulder.

“I’m good, Brother,” I sighed as I looked down at the pup.

I turned toward Ripp and Shane Dekkar, “Ripp, Dekk, thanks for coming.”

They both grinned and nodded their heads.

“The puppy came from the shelter. If you don’t want him, we can take him back. We’ve got thirty days. Avery and I picked him out,” Sydney paused and studied the squirming pup, “But you should give him a chance, he’s from
here
.”

“Winfield?” I asked.

I hadn’t told Sydney anything about what happened with the man who owned the Pit Bulls, and she didn’t ask. To think that she may have found the dogs which were confiscated from the home on her own was almost unimaginable. As I held the pup, I studied him. He sure appeared to be a brother of the pup I had tried to save. It had been a month since the dogs were found there and hauled in to the pound. The same caliber of miracle which brought the first pup to me had happened again, bringing another just like him.

“Yeah, the guy at the Humane Society said some guy was fighting them,” she shrugged, “They had to put some of them down, and these little guys lived through the quarantine.”

“Well, we’re keeping him,” I said as I patted him on the head.

Otis walked up to me and smiled. As he leaned into me and hugged me, he motioned toward the door with his head.

“Be right back,” I said over my shoulder as I followed him into the hallway.

“Remember that pup?” he asked as he reached for him and scratched his neck.

I shook my head, “Nope.”

“Last kennel on the right,” Otis nodded.

“Well, she said the guy told her they were form here, here in Winfield,” I responded.

Otis continued to scratch the dog’s neck and shifted his gaze upward, “I got a few questions, Brother.”

“I’m listening,” I responded.

“What color are Sydney’s eyes?” he asked.

“Brown, why?” I responded.

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