PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2) (23 page)

“You don’t have to…”

What the Jesus fuck is this? Did she just really throw shade on the most brilliant pussy in the world? She has no fucking idea what it feels like inside my damn head right now. Time to be schooled, little girl.

His hand came down and gave the outside of her ass a hard slap. She gasped and her eyes went wide, but he didn’t give a shit.

“Don’t
ever
fucking do that, you hear me?”

“What?
Ouch, god
, I mean, I’m just — I don’t want you to think you have to do that, you know? Don’t get me wrong, I liked it,
god
, but I know some guys don’t really like the way it —”

Fuck this.

“Shut the hell up for a second, okay? God, sometimes you make my damn head want to split right fucking open. First of all, I don’t give half a rat’s balls what other guys think or do as far as pussies are concerned. The only thing on my damn mind for the last four months has been your pussy. When I got my mouth on you yesterday — I could have stayed down there until they found us both shriveled up and dead from lack of food and water.
Nothing…
is better than this.” He brought his fingers up to dance over her outer lips, running as light as a feather up and down each side, watching her start to jerk and quiver. “It’s like there is a whole new world that exists for me when my mouth is on you. A little voice in the back of my dick that tell me ‘YES, WE’RE HOME. Don’t stop this,
ever
, drink it, lick it, bite, explore, suck— live here! This is the best thing ever.
Ever
. Now, make her come so that she fills your mouth.’ … Is that clear enough for you? Do you understand there is no ‘You have to’ shit going on here?”

Flynn sunk a finger into her heat. Her body was juicing up and already running down his hand.

Lilly nodded. Her eyes turned deep forest green, and he could see she was already close. His words and his teasing fingers were having the desired effect.

“Good, now open your fucking legs, because you’ve got some screaming to do.” He couldn’t help when he laid another harsh, loud
‘smack’
on her ass and sent her into a scream as he lowered his mouth and started to worship at her masterpiece.

“Oh my god,” Lilly trumpeted as Flynn brought on the cavalry.

After that little talk, he was in no mood for slow and easy. This time, she was getting the beast uncaged right from the get. No tender licks and gentle sucks to get her out of the gate. He needed to teach her exactly how obsessed he was with what she held between her legs.

He pushed her legs apart until he thought she might just tear in half, but he wanted her like this, completely open, vulnerable, exposed. He ate at her like a starved dog, his tongue reveling in each renewed texture, slipping in and out, up and down over the soft inner lips, the hardening nub then finally he drank at her opening as she flooded his tongue.

His own groans came from in his chest as he listened as Lilly began to purr and mew. The inner muscles of her thighs were stretched but already beginning to tremble as he sucked and gave her outer lips a little lesson with his teeth. He plunged his tongue into her opening as far as he could reach, feeling the tightness wrap around and another rush of her cream sent his mind into another stratosphere.

It would never be enough.

He learned to temper himself, to make indifference his mantle, his yoke. Until her. Until those green eyes ignited a long forgotten human inside of him and now, being here, at this altar of sweet nectar, he knew he would die before he let anyone else wrong her.

She yelped and screamed as Flynn drove her to the edge and toppled her over, her thighs squeezing around his ears in a clutch that almost broke his neck. He kept at her, her body seizing and her knuckles turned white as they grabbed for dear life onto the soft pink and faded green quilt under her.

He ate her until she started to cry.

“
Owww, god,
please, stop for a second — it hurts now.”

Her words said one thing, but her legs wrapped around his shoulders and gave him no doubt that he would be right back here at the fountain of joy-juice very shortly.

Only, he had his own problem. His cock was screaming at him from below in its own kind of pain. He needed her around him. To feel her walls sucking him inside and turning two people into one. That was how it felt when he was inside her, and the pull of that powerful bond wrapped around his heart as he guided his cock toward her dripping folds.

Every part of him told him to fuck hard, with a fury of a lion claiming his pride. But, he knew she was still fresh and he didn’t want to hurt her any more than necessary. His boy from below was formidable, thicker than most and claiming a good portion of the ruler from nuts to tip. One day, she would be able to take him all, deep and almost to her belly, but he gathered what little reason he had left and gave her the first few inches in an easy thrust.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” He couldn’t help the words that rumbled out as her warmth took him in.

He’d never wondered before about the miracle it was for a woman to accept a man like this. To allow him into the most vulnerable part of her body with such trust. Lilly made him think of things that before would have had him calling ‘bitch’ on himself.

His nuts were already gathering and dragging his seed up too fast. She was so tight, so new, and his dick wasn’t showing the same restraint his brain was trying to use.

“Kiss me.” Flynn held his body over hers, his head lowering as her flushed face tried to focus.

He took her mouth as his hips tightened, flexing and pushing another few inches inside, back and forth until her pussy twitched around him and he felt the magic of her walls begin to work his shaft.

“Fuck yes, so good,” he rumbled as they drew back for a breath. Flynn rocked forward, pressing as much of him inside her as he thought she could take.

He started to fuck into her with more force than probably was safe, but she was juicing and her hips were beginning to rise up to take more and he was only more than happy to oblige.

Her body stretched to take his girth, her arms came around his neck and Flynn reached to her ankles, guiding her feet to his shoulders, hoping to hell she could take him at this angle.

“Hold on — if it’s too much, just tell me.”

He stroked into her, moving faster as he lost himself in the tight clutch of her pussy. He’d never felt anything so perfect, as though her body was created just for him. Her walls gathered around, and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

The bed slammed against the wall, chipping the hundred-year-old mortar that held the stone walls together. Flynn slammed his hips into her opening, listening to her gasp and yelp, but even through the fuck-hurt sounds, she raised her hips, her back arching and her eyes rolling back until all he saw was white.

Her pussy wept all over his dick as Flynn gritted his teeth and her body locked down, practically cementing him in place as Lilly came with a silent roar and her body began to twist like a demon had taken her over.

“Fuck, yes, babe, cum on my cock. Come, babygirl…”

Flynn did his best to hold his own sap back, but it was no use. She was too tight, too wet and beautiful and perfect and watching her face as she came pushed him over his own edge.

He dragged his flared dick out and managed to straddle her as her face began to come back to life.

“Take it. Take it in your mouth…”

Her hands came up and her cherry pink lips opened, her eyes still glazed with her own bliss as Flynn roared into the ceiling, a deep rumble of a release so pure and explosive, he wasn’t sure if he was coming or having a heart attack.

“Fuck, yes.” He stroked the slick length, and Lilly’s tongue took the first gush.

He came so hard, the muscles in his legs shook and his abs clenched and he let out another five or six huge hot cum shots into her mouth and onto her hot cheeks.

Seeing her tongue and lips covered with white only sent his cock digging down to find his second wind before he’d even fully emptied.

“God, you’re so beautiful, even wearing me on your face. That’s like a damn Kodak moment right there.” Flynn gave her a half-grin as he swooped a finger across her chin, gathered up the string that began to drip.

“Swallow it all.” He fed her from his fingers as her mouth closed around and she swallowed hard.

Watching her lick her lips and take in his essence with such joy, he felt even closer to her than the moment before, if that was even possible.

At twenty-seven years old, Flynn felt like a damn teenager again.

Around her, all he could think about was fucking. If the law and Mother Nature would allow, he’d be just fine never leaving this little room, discovering every way to make her scream and cream and live inside her pussy.

It wasn’t enough. His dick hadn’t let down a centimeter, but from some of the high-pitched yelps Lilly gave him the last few deep strokes, he knew he needed to at least be a gentleman and give her a good few minutes before he figured out the next way he needed to take her.

“Come here.” Flynn eased her legs together and gathered her against him as he leaned back into the pillows. He longed to hold her here, curled on his lap, enveloped in his arms where no one else could get to her.

She was warm and soft against the hardened lines of his torso. Her almost translucent peaches and cream skin made a sharp contrast to his mass of dark, explosive tattoos.

“Hmmm.” She hummed into him and burrowed her head into his neck.

Jesus, fuck. That’s the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She feels safe here, content, happy. Kill me now because that is the damn pinnacle of my fucking life, right there.

“Babe.” Flynn kissed the top of her head, and she wiggled into him another inch, setting the slick moisture of her glory against his thigh, shooting daggers of lust up and down his still hard dick.

She needs to stop moving like that, or I’m never going to get another word out of my mouth.

“Hmmm?”

“First off, you okay? Did that hurt as bad as last night?”

Some might think it unromantic to deal with the practicalities of this part of their life, but for Flynn, taking care of her meant everything. Body, mind, soul, spirit and most of all, pussy.

“No. Not as bad. Still hurt though.” She raised her chin to give him a sultry grin, sending his heated blood pumping harder. “Your heart is rocking out pretty hard, you know. You out of shape?”

“No, I’ve never come so damn hard in my fucking life. It’s your fault. You have some kind of magic potion swirling around down there, sucks the damn life right out of me. Practically thought I was going to have a fucking heart attack like some old, fat chump keeling over on the last fuck of his life.”

The sound of her laugh grew his still pounding heart another size or two. Making her laugh and making her scream were the two things he knew would be his purpose in life from now on.

“God! Really, you just said that? You have no shame, Dunleavy. When I imagined what my first time would be like, it certainly wasn’t this. Or, well, I mean last night. But, I guess I just imagined it so differently.”

Flynn tried to hold back his need to spin her around on his lap and have her talk to him while riding his cock, but he held on to the last thread of the gentleman inside of him and reached down to give her a kiss.

She let out a soft moan and he felt her body melt into him even more. So warm, like heated silk as she rubbed into him and his brain struggled to form conscious thought.

“What did you think it would be? I warn you, if you start to describe anything even remotely sexy, I cannot be held responsible for not letting you finish, because, well…” He shifted his hips, trying to keep his cock from being snapped in half under her hip.

“I just thought…” She snuggled into him, her eyes looking across at the overflowing bucket of flowers on the crooked, white painted table against the wall. “I thought it would be like… rushed, quick. In and out, without any words or discussion. Just a fumbling around, a few grunts and then, I knew it was supposed to hurt, done. I guess I never even really thought about all the other stuff. I just figured it was this-part-into-that-part, do a few deep breaths then,
finito
. I never had a lot of girlfriends to discuss it with, but the ones I did have pretty much described what I thought it would be.”

“Well, first off, even the remote thought of anyone doing that to you makes me want to climb the damn wall and shoot poison arrows. Second, I can’t say sometimes it’s not like that. But, last night, when I saw you, when I felt you and I knew it was our time, all the ways I’d wanted to love you rushed in at once. There would never be enough time to allow me to show you all the wonders I want to explore with you. With you — it sounds like I’m a damn bitch even to me — but with you, I feel like it’s the first time, like this whole new book just opened and every time that came before was just a pin prick on a black sky, and what I feel when I’m with you, fuck—” He looked up at the ceiling and drew her tight against him. “—you’re like some super nova. Like the brightest light I’ve ever seen. Like time stops or some crazy shit. I don’t know, you’ve cast some crazy Irish spell on my ass and that pussy of yours, Mary and Joseph, it’s got me bagged and tagged.”