CHAPTER 50: EATING SYDNEY [2] [R-18 CONTENTS!]

"Let’s go... down."

I blinked. "Down?"

She swallowed hard. "The basement. We’ll be alone there."

Her eyes lingered on me, nervous but stubborn, daring me to question her.

I tilted my head, teasing. "I thought you didn’t care about anyone bumping into us?"

The corner of her mouth twitched before she gave a tiny shrug. "Well, not anymore."

That sudden change only made me grin wider. I pushed to my feet, reaching out. "Okay."

Her hand slid into mine—warm, soft, and trembling. She squeezed once as if testing me, and then she let me lead, clutching her blanket in her other arm. We padded across the hall, the house silent except for our footsteps, until we reached the basement door. I twisted the knob; the hinges gave a low groan as it opened.

"I hope it’s at least clean down there," I muttered, peering into the dark.

"It is," she whispered. "I checked when we looked around earlier."

I found the switch and flicked it. A single bulb buzzed alive overhead, flooding the basement with pale light. It was ordinary—laundry machines against one wall, bicycles leaning crookedly, shelves cluttered with tools and boxes. But the center was surprisingly open, and against the far wall sat a sofa, worn and sagging but functional.

Sydney tugged me inside. She unrolled a carpet on the cleared space, smoothing her palms across it like she was claiming territory, then spread her blanket neatly over it. When she turned back, she lowered herself onto the makeshift bedding, legs folding gracefully, bare skin flashing as she crossed them toward me.

"What do you think?" Her voice was half-daring, half-shy, her eyes wide as they flicked up to mine.

I let a smirk tug at my mouth. "You want to lose your virginity in a basement. That’s... just like you."

Her cheeks flared, and she swatted at me verbally. "Shut up and come here before they wake up."

I stripped my shirt off, then shoved my pants down, my cock already stiffening at the sight of her sitting there with her legs drawn out like bait. Crawling closer, I let my hand trail down her smooth thighs, my fingertips grazing the hem of her shorts.

"I’m taking these off," I said.

She gulped and turned her face away, but gave the smallest nod.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband and inched the fabric down, savoring every little reveal. The shorts peeled past her hips and thighs, and just as I suspected—nothing underneath. The air hit her slick folds, glistening already with arousal, and my breath caught.

Emily. Rachel. Elena. And now Sydney. Every pussy I’d touched had been beautiful in its own way, and hers was no exception—plump lips flushed pink, a glistening seam parting just slightly as if inviting me closer. I couldn’t look away.

I tugged the shorts all the way off her ankles, tossing them aside, but still my gaze clung hungrily to the sight between her legs.

"You’re staring too much," she stammered, face blazing as she covered herself with her hand.

I leaned forward, brushing her wrist aside. "Because it’s too beautiful."

Her breath hitched. This was the same woman who had teased me relentlessly since the moment we met, and now she was spread open before me, vulnerable and trembling, letting me drink her in. It made my cock throb almost painfully.

I crawled closer, my presence crowding her until she shivered. "Now I want to see your tits, Sydney." The words came out blunt, crude, but my need was too sharp to soften them.

She shot me a flustered glare. "That’s not f... fair. Why am I the only one getting naked?"

I chuckled, shrugging. "Because I’m already nearly naked. And pulling my cock out right now... well, it’d be a bad idea. I wouldn’t be able to stop."

She huffed, muttering under her breath, but didn’t push me away.

"I’ll help you," I offered, reaching for the hem of her camisole. My knuckles grazed her stomach as I tugged the fabric upward, slow enough that goosebumps spread in my wake. Her belly quivered, her tiny navel winking at me. "Raise your arms," I coaxed.

Timidly, reluctantly, she did. The camisole slid over her head, and in an instant her breasts spilled free, heavy and round, bouncing slightly before settling into a perfect curve.

"Holy fuck..." The words tumbled out of me.

D-cups, perfectly shaped, capped with stiff pink nipples that begged for my tongue.

I reached out instinctively, unable to stop myself.

"W–wait—haaan~!" Sydney gasped mid-protest, her voice cracking into a moan as my palms cupped her.

"They look unreal..." I murmured, my thumbs brushing over the hard tips. My eyes roamed her—flushed face, bare breasts, slick pussy glistening between her thighs. "You look unreal."

"Glad... you like my body this much," she whispered, turning her head aside, unable to meet my stare.

I smiled against her skin as I kneaded her breast, her nipple digging into my palm. She bit her lip but didn’t push me away, only arched slightly, offering more.

"Hhnn~" She whined when I squeezed, her body betraying her even as embarrassment clouded her face.

My palms were still cupping the weight of her breasts, her nipples firm under my thumbs, when I gently pressed her back onto the blanket. Her hair fanned out beneath her head, eyes wide, lips parted in a soft gasp.

"Wow..." She whispered, almost as if she couldn’t believe she was letting this happen.

I bent low, grinning against the swell of her chest, and flicked my tongue across one stiff peak.

"Haa~!" The sound tore out of her before she slapped a hand over her mouth, cheeks blazing.

I chuckled, lips brushing her skin. "That was a bit loud for a simple lick."

"J...just don’t—hmnn!" Her protest melted into another cry as my tongue circled again, wetter this time.

Her taste and scent clung to me—warmth, faint soap, and something raw and feminine that made my cock pulse harder. I wanted to lick every inch of her, but for now I let myself worship her breasts. I dragged my tongue slowly around her nipple, then closed my mouth over it and suckled until her back arched off the blanket.

"Hhhmnhaaa....haa...y...yeahh~~" Sydney’s voice cracked into shaky moans, her thighs shifting against me, brushing along mine as if she couldn’t keep still.

I lifted my head briefly, lips shining with her taste, and asked against her chest, "Do you like it?"

Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging faintly as she nodded, breath shuddering. "Y...yeah. I like it... I like it so much..."

"Good." I kissed her swollen nipple, then slid my free hand lower, down the trembling plane of her stomach until I reached the heat between her thighs. My fingertip traced the slick outline of her pussy, teasing the lips without dipping inside.

"Ahh~haaah!" Her whole body jerked at the touch, legs clamping together against my hand in instinctive defense.

I only smirked, prying gently, circling that slippery seam again and again until she was whimpering.

"Don’t—hhnn! don’t touch... haaah, what are you—haaahhh~~" Her thighs shivered, her voice breaking into a helpless whine.

I pressed my index finger just barely into her, only the tip nudging inside before sliding back out, smearing her wetness against her folds. My tongue returned to her breast, dragging slowly across the flushed skin, then I closed my mouth firmly around her nipple and sucked.

"Nnnnhaaa~!" Sydney cried out, head tossing back against the blanket. Her body spasmed beneath me, her thighs locking around my wrist as her pussy clenched hard, spilling slick heat over my hand. She was cumming, sudden and violent, from nothing but breast and fingertip teasing.

Her climax left her dazed, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. I scooped a streak of her wetness on my finger and slipped it past my lips. Salty-sweet, musky, nectarous—it was different than Emily, Rachel, or Elena, but no less addictive. I groaned softly at the taste.

Sydney blinked, flushed and trembling, as if she couldn’t process what just happened.

"Damn..." I muttered, watching her pussy still twitch with aftershocks, juice glistening across her thighs. "You came just from that?"

Her face turned scarlet, but she gave a tiny nod, hiding half her face with her arm.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My briefs came down in a single tug, the fabric tossed aside, and my cock sprang free—hard, veined, swollen with need.

"Sydney," I called.

She looked up, lips still trembling, then her eyes widened as they landed on my shaft.

"I... is that really supposed to... go in me?" Her voice was small, wavering between dread and curiosity.

"Yeah," I said, shifting closer, the head of my cock brushing her thigh, leaving a smear of precum on her skin. "It’ll go in." My hand guided myself down, rubbing gently over her slit, coating myself with her slick. I met her eyes, voice dropping low. "But it’s going to hurt, at least at first."

Her wide eyes stayed locked on my cock as I stroked it slowly over her slit, smearing myself in her wetness. Each pass made her shiver, her hips twitching like she wanted to close but couldn’t.

"Just relax," I whispered, steadying her thighs with my hands before sliding them back up, capturing her breasts again, thumbs brushing her stiff nipples.

"I am a bit nervous..."

"I know," I murmured, leaning down to kiss her throat, then her jaw, then hovering over her lips. "It’s going to hurt. But I’ll be inside you. You’ll feel me. And once I’m in, it’ll get better."

Her chest rose and fell hard under my palms, nipples scraping against my skin as she forced a tiny nod.

I lined myself up, the thick head of my cock pressing against her entrance. Her folds parted around it, glistening and soft, but tight—so tight it made me groan even before I pushed.

"Hhhhnnnngh—ahhhhhh!" Sydney screamed, the sound cracking high as my tip stretched her open.

I stopped, grinding my teeth, my hands kneading her breasts to distract her from the pain. "Breathe. Just breathe."

Her nails dug into my shoulders, face twisted in agony, but she gasped air in ragged pulls. "I...it hurts... oh god... it hurts—haaan~!"

I gave her a moment, then pressed deeper. The tight ring of her virginity resisted, then gave way all at once with a sudden hot slide. Her cry echoed sharp in the basement, a mix of scream and sob.

"S...Sydney..." I groaned, buried halfway inside, her walls strangling my cock. The stretch around me was unbearable, like she was made to grip me alone.

Tears shimmered at the corners of her eyes, but she clung to me, body trembling beneath. "I...it’s so big... I c...can’t—HAAAAN~~!"

I cupped her breasts harder, thumbing her nipples, keeping her body distracted while I eased another inch into her. Her pussy clenched around me, every nerve alight, every moan dragged out of her unwillingly.

"Hhhahhh~! Nnnghh...! Hhhhnnnn! It hurts—ohhhhnnn~~!" Her cries turned broken, pain vibrating in every note, yet beneath it a shaky moan laced through, her body betraying the smallest flicker of pleasure.

I couldn’t stop myself. With a growl, I pushed the rest of the way in, hips pressing flush to her thighs.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her scream ripped raw from her throat, her nails clawing down my back.

Her pussy clenched like a vise around me, her body spasming as if she couldn’t bear the intrusion. I stayed still, hands gripping her breasts, squeezing them gently until her cries faded into shaky whimpers.

"It’s done..." I said sighing.

"Y...you’re... inside me... it feels... s..so much...Ryan...

"Yeah..."

Slowly, I pulled back an inch and slid in again, shallow, gentle. Her scream rose high, then broke into a moan.

"W..wait—haaaaannn~! Hhhhnnnn! S....so deep! Hhhhaaahhh~~!"

I rocked into her, each thrust opening her more, the sharp pain gradually melting into shivers of reluctant pleasure. Her pussy soaked around me, juices clinging to my cock as if her body was finally yielding.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tugging it with my lips as I drove into her.

"HHhhhnnnnnghh~~! Ohhhhhh fuckkkk~~! My tits—don’t—haaaaaah~~~!" She writhed under me, breasts squeezed tight in my hands, every thrust jolting through her body.

I groaned against her ear, teeth grazing her lobe as my rhythm quickened, the wet slap of our bodies echoing off the concrete walls of the basement.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Her pussy squeezed tighter and tighter around me.

I growled, my fingers digging into her breasts, kneading them as her nipples stabbed into my palms.

Her cries were broken now, shattered between sobs and moans, her back arching so hard it lifted her completely off the blanket. "Hhhhaaahhh~! Nnnnnnnhhh! Haaan!"

I sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting down gently, tugging it with my lips as I pounded deeper, harder, filling her with every inch. She screamed again, the sound dissolving into a keening moan.

"AAAHhhhhhhnnnnn~~! Y-yesss~~! Hhhhnnnnnn~!" Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me against her chest, begging without words.

Her walls fluttered wildly around me, spasming, clutching, milking my cock as if her body was demanding I give in. Her thighs shook violently, toes curling, her pussy drowning me in fresh wetness as her orgasm ripped through her.

"HAAAAAHHHHnnn~~! Hhhhnnnnnnnghh~~! I’m c...cumminggggg~~~!" She screamed, her voice breaking, body thrashing beneath me as waves of climax seized her.

Her pussy clamped down, squeezing me so brutally tight that I lost control.

"Oh!" I groaned, slamming my hips flush to hers one last time. My cock swelled, pulsed, then erupted, thick spurts of semen spilling deep inside her virgin pussy, flooding her with hot release.

She sobbed through it, still moaning, her pussy twitching around me as I pumped every last drop into her, holding her breasts tight, my mouth latched on her nipple.

Our bodies shook together—her writhing, me grinding against her as cum leaked out around the base of my cock.

When the shudders finally slowed, I collapsed against her, chest to chest, her tits crushed beneath my palms, her breath still ragged and broken.

"Y...you came... inside..." She whispered, dazed, her thighs still trembling around me.

"Y...yeah, sorry about that..."