PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2) (39 page)

Flynn’s hand found the top of her head, gently giving her the signal to climb off his lap and fix herself on the floor between his knees.

“You really are everything to me, so beautiful. I want all of you, you understand? I want to own you in such a terrible way, you will never be the same.”

She answered him with her mouth, and he let out a groan as his hands guided her up and down.

“God, babe, that is amazing.”

Lilly let her tongue dance and discover. The skin was so fascinating, amazingly soft over something so hard and terrifying. His size was formidable, and it still surprised her that her body could take as much of him as she did.

He still held back. Lilly could tell he was giving her time to adjust to him, but even when it hurt, she wanted more. Maybe it was his dominance, but she wanted to be claimed, almost defiled in a way, so that she felt she was giving him something no one else could — that no one else had.

When he spoke to her in that voice, she felt her belly turn like a spinning ride at the carnival.

She could hear his low groan as she sucked him as deep as her throat would allow. There was so much of him, and even now he grew in her mouth and his hands began to push her lower until she choked.

With a gasp, Lilly pulled off, spit running down her chin. She felt a wave of embarrassment that she wasn’t able to hold back the gag.

“Sorry. I’m trying. Sorry I’m choking, that’s probably a turn-off.”

Flynn gently pushed her hair behind her ears.

“That is not a turn-off, babe. That just shows me you are trying to give me more of you. Don’t ever be sorry about anything we do. You are perfect, trust me. I could never be turned off by you, not when you’re a hundred years old and still sucking my greedy-ass dick.”

“
Gawd
.”

“Here, do this with your hand while you take as much as you can.”

He gently pushed her head back down, taking her hand in his and guiding her strokes.

Lilly felt herself almost running between her legs as he guided her. His utter lack of shame and total confidence made her belly do back flips. His words and his touch, showing her how to please him, sent her inner slut into orbit.

Her mouth worked, feeling every ridge and toying with the underside of his growing head until she felt him harden on her tongue. That only stoked her need to please him more. She listened to the sounds of her wet mouth working, popping softly as he started moving her head with his rhythm, his hips now rising with each bow of her head.

“Fuck yes, God — babe, right there.”

She felt his body tighten, the first shot of his cum spraying the back of her tongue. His head hardened, the ridge flaring. He let out a rumbling groan, sounding like an animal, and Lilly took everything he had, doing her best to swallow and suck until she knew he was empty.

“Good girl. That was amazing.”

Flynn’s head was laying back again as Lilly licked and finished up, feeling a very strange sense of pride with her work. There was another side effect of her effort. She was soaking, and the hum from between her legs had become a trumpet of her own sort of crazed need.

She listened as his breathing slowed, and he raised his head with a sexy-as-hell crooked smile and tipped his head to the side, beckoning her to sit next to him.

“I have a feeling there’s someone who needs something from me.” He danced his fingers down, playing with her soft flesh and turning her hardening nipple between his fingers.

He leaned in and Lilly felt the flock of butterflies take flight as his lips took hers, his tongue inside as his body moved to push her into the sofa.

Her body melted as his mouth took her neck in kisses that felt like dreams. His fingers found her wet folds, lightly grazing at first, up one side, down the other until her body shook, and she wanted to scream.

Just when she felt like she was going to come undone, he took a bite out of her soft flesh, just near her nipple, and then drove two fingers deep inside.

Lilly couldn’t stifle the scream. She wanted nothing more than to feel him like this forever. Against her, inside her, covering her, hurting her and loving her at the same time.

She moaned as he worked in and out, the sounds of his fingers filling the room and the scent of her swirling around them.

His mouth was everywhere, moving between her breasts and then her neck, shoulders, down her arm… all while his fingers were pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

When he slipped another finger lower, Lilly felt the first blush of pressure against her dark bud and her arms locked around his shoulders in fear and her own crazed lust.

Her breathing was desperately fast, her forehead pushing into the hard muscle of his shoulder as he whispered low and even into her ear.

“You belong to me. Every part of you.”

His finger pressed inside, opening her tight ring of muscle as two other fingers worked in her wet silk.

Lilly held her breath, the sensation overwhelming as he pushed forward another inch, she felt like he was inside her so far, but he slowed, giving her a moment to relax.

“Breathe, babe. I’ve got you. I’ll never hurt you. I want to feel you come like this.”

The soft warmth of his lips fell to the curve of her shoulder, his fingers beginning to awaken parts of her that were asleep by the way he moved in and out, without shame, guiding her, taking her places she would have never been without him.

And it made her melt.

And understand what this was.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was how he loved her, how he claimed her by showing her all the ways her body could be with him.

The way he looked at her washed away all the years of self-doubt, the feelings of not being worthy of pleasure.

He drove faster, harder, and Lilly felt the small jolts of joyous pain, but she could only pull him closer as her body began to wind and twist and her voice turned to an agonizing groan.

She wept onto his hand, easing the way he pushed in and out until something inside her snapped. She widened her legs for him, pushed into the pulse of his fingers and a fire started down low in her feet.
By the time she fell over the edge into a body-curling climax, her throat already hurt from the scream and her fingernails dug into his back as she held on for dear life.

Then, everything was silent.

There was no time.

No place.

Just them and the energy that seemed to make them into one.

“Babe.” Flynn’s one word drew her out of the moment.

Her body still shook and her breath burned over raw vocal cords.

She wasn’t exactly sure how, but the next second she was attached to him again, face-to-face as he stood up, guiding her legs around his back as his cock grazed at her soaking opening.

“Take me inside you.”

Lilly shifted and let her body curve over him, amazed at how perfect they fit together, how their bodies seemed to understand one another and know exactly what to do.

He slipped inside, stretching her in a new way, and she felt that wondrous sense of how full he made her.

From almost being Colin’s bride to this. Binding to Flynn was nothing short of a miracle for her.

Again, he moved her body like he knew it even better than she did. His hands were hard and tight on her ass, slipping her body up and down against his, all the while he easily supported them both.

Lilly had never felt so free, light and completely unaware of the insecurities of her body.

When he called her beautiful, he said it like he was saying her name.

She heard the low growl come from Flynn’s chest, one hardened arm wrapping around her waist, securing her body to his. His cock drove in and out, pulling at her as his teeth found her flesh again.

Another desperate scream came from Lilly and Flynn let himself go completely, the sound of their bodies slick and moving together. The scent of the lake and their combined sex swirled in the air.

“Oh god!”

Those were the only words that came from Lilly before her body gave in again, his cock so deep she felt the little twinge of pain in her belly, the burning as he spread her opening.

A wave of peace came with her climax. She really believed he would keep her safe, that he cared for her more than she cared for herself.

The look on his face as he fucked into her was more than intense. It was the look of a man inside of himself, combating some inner demon that threatened to come out and claim her in a more dangerous way.

For the first time, she thought about how much she wanted him to come inside of her, how she wanted them this way, utter and complete without fear of what may come.

“You’re my baby girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Lilly looked into his jaguar-green eyes, tight as slits, his brow drawn together as he held back.
His shaft swelled, and Lilly let out a gasp as a jolt of pain tore into her as he flooded her with his cum.

Her back tightened. Goose bumps covered her even as their bodies moved against each other, slick with their effort.

Lilly clung to him as she felt his cum inside her, her mind spinning and pushing her over the edge. Her body shook against his as the last jerks of his cock emptied inside her.

***

Flynn loved the routine of giving his beauty a nice bath after she’d given him the honor of loving her. This time, he lowered himself into with her, the heat of the water coming up and over him as he pulled her to lean into him, his hands automatically moving to cup the weight of her tits in his hands, his mouth falling to her neck.

“I love you, Lilly. Do you get that? Do you? Do you understand I love you and what that means to someone like me?”

Flynn felt her melt into him, the sound of her sigh and her face came around to catch his eyes.

“If you'd asked me that yesterday, I would have said no. But right now, I do. I understand like some kind of new taste, like a new color that someone tried to describe, then suddenly I got to see for myself. It’s so real and vivid and so much more than what was described.”

Something in his chest moved, like a hitch or a gulp but down low, and he kissed her sweet pink lips.

Even as he looked at the beauty that now truly belonged to him, his head worked on how to put the pieces together to solve the fucked up dilemma they faced.

Sure, they could take off. Today. Now. He’d figure it out, but that wouldn’t make them free. Not for real, not forever. He needed their security, their release from the life that bound them both, and it began to dawn on him, there was no way the other families would be okay with the young girls.

Even in the crooked-ass world in which they lived in, there was an unwritten moral code. Something that came from generations before. The irony was that both Topher and most Irish mob men took their upbringing in the Catholic Church even into their business. There were lines you didn’t cross, and one of those was messing with kids.

That was the key —
they
were the key, the ticket to bring down his fuck of a father. He just had to figure out how.

Lilly walked a little tentatively after the bath, so Flynn got her into some warm, soft clothes and tucked her into the bed while he proceeded to unpack what he’d managed to grab from the house for her.

“I can put my stuff away, you know,” Lilly said.

“Yeah? Good for you. Now shut up and relax. I take care of what’s mine, and you need a rest. You and that magic between your legs have taken a lot from me, and I want you to recover and be ready for me again because seems like I can’t get enough. So take your breaks while you can, got it?”

“Yes, Sir. Bossy man— Oh really? You are seriously folding my panties?”

“If you keep busting my chops, your ass is going to be turned up again.”

Lilly gave him a playful salute and settled back into the pillows.

Flynn could smell her freshly washed hair, some mixture of exotic flowers and herbs. Girly stuff. It made him smile, thinking of how she’d laughed and giggled like a kid when he insisted on washing her hair.

Sooner or later, she would catch on to what it meant when he said he wanted all of her, and taking care of her would include more than she realized. She was quickly becoming his whole life, but he needed to focus on getting his head around what needed to be done — like figuring out how to give her everything she wanted and make her his without any other bullshit hanging over their heads.

“Babe?”
Flynn wanted to ask her if she’d seen anything at the house that could help him out, but he didn’t want her too involved. It would be a tap dance.

“Yeah?”

“You know the maids Colin hires?”

“Yeah.” Her voice turned sad.

“Yeah, you know?”

“I know. I’ve seen things. I’ve heard. I’ve practically been a prisoner in that house. I pick up on stuff, put the pieces together pretty quick. It’s bad.”

“Yeah. It’s bad, babe. Listen, tell me what you know.”