PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2) (50 page)

Chapter Thirty-nine

Flynn managed to get the blood flowing back to his head after he almost took a dive. His breathing was sounding clear. The blood had stopped draining from his mouth and down his throat, and for the first time in hours, he didn’t feel like he was one foot in the grave.

When he’d felt Lilly’s arms go around him as he’d fallen against the wall, he’d known again they were each other’s safe place. Now, he took a seat in the plush chair inside the hotel suite and knew what they needed to be able to move on.

She fucked up. Forgive.

Love the girl. Punish the act.

“Clothes off.”

Flynn didn’t feel anything anymore except the pounding predator in him. The animal that wanted to bite and tear and subjugate and reclaim and teach and train and love.

Yes.

Love.

In its most purest form. It engulfed him, she as his muse.

“I’m going to watch; I want to see all of you again.”

Flynn sank farther into the red velvet armchair, his legs wide.

He swept his hand through his hair for no other reason than to center his focus. His hair never did what he wanted it to anyway and right now, there was no part of him that cared.

He needed to see her give herself to him. Like a gift unwrapped after being lost. Some things are more precious when we get them back than when they first come to us.

“Undress first. Slow.”

“I feel stupid.” Lilly set her hands on her hips.

“I’m not asking. And, you are far from stupid. You’re the sexiest women I’ve ever laid eyes on and you belong to me. But, you did make a big fucking mistake lying to me. You know that, right?”

He could see her eyes take a little roll before she thought twice and gave a very small nod.

“Yeah, we’ll deal with that in a minute. Did you not promise me you would stay at Ana’s? Go there after work and stay there? I get that you thought you were doing the right thing. But when you make a promise and don’t keep it, you lie. You diminish our bond. So…
Dress. Off.
NOW. I want to see every piece of clothing fall around you on the floor. Then, you just stand still and I’ll take it from there.”

This was what they needed. And, without another word, Lilly unveiled herself to him, piece by piece, letting all the other shit in their lives fall away until his eyes flowed over her.

Every part of her was more beautiful than the last, and his body felt nothing but desire. Mad, animal desire. In a way few could understand.

He didn’t just need to fuck her. He needed all of her. The desire to own something so completely, that it would never be the same. To have her give herself to him in such a way that she didn’t exist before or after on her own.

Sure, it was uncivilized, its origin from a time long ago when men were animals. Before so many lost their balls.

But, Flynn did not shrink away from his instinct. Instead, he allowed himself to be drawn farther and farther into it as her body stood like his own personal Venus in front of him.

“How do you feel?”

“Alive. Like I’m shaking on the inside.”

Flynn could feel the seeping tip of his dick, the madness of need that gripped in his gut and drew his muscles into stone.

He stripped off his shirt. When she came to him, he needed to be ready to feel her, flesh-to-flesh.

“And, who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Good girl. And who is going to take care of you?”

“You.”

“That’s fucking right. And what you did tonight, lying like that. That is unacceptable shit. That is not happening again. You don’t trust me, then you know you can go. But, you say you do, so I do forgive you, but it’s also my responsibility to correct. You understand?”

“How did I lie? I still don’t think I lied.”

“You promised. You promised you would go with Ana, nowhere else. You didn’t do that and you didn’t call me to tell me what the fuck was going on. So, you broke the promise. You lied.”

“I didn’t really have a choice. Your father isn't a real negotiating kind of guy. He showed up, told me we were going, and told me you knew. I mean—”

“Stop, you know what? You’re right.”

Flynn watched Lilly’s eyes widen in surprise.

“It’s not that you went with him. It’s not even that you didn’t call, though, I’m disappointed about that too.” Flynn cocked one eyebrow and took a long second to regroup. Her question made it even more clear to him what it really was that had made him mad. “It’s that you played along so well. I watched him kiss you, and you smiled, Lilly
. You smiled
, and then touched him back. That, right there, that’s the real problem.”

He could see how standing there naked — talking — affected her. It was just as he’d expected. Her eyes softened. She glanced at him then looked away, her tongue glazing over her lips.

“Now, come here. Ass up.”

Flynn patted his thigh and for just a second, he saw the flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but he stomped it out with his challenging glare, and she came to him without another word, laying herself in place.

Her skin felt like rose petals as Flynn took his time. Grazing his fingertips over her curves, then his palms, more firm in a caress that let her know he was with her. They were together

.

“Good girl. You know what you did was wrong. So, you will take your punishment, then we move on, together. Forward never backward.”

Lilly winced and yelped as he brought his hand down. The first smacks were not full force, warming her up.

He paused, listening and in that moment of silence, Lilly pushed her ass just an inch higher, and he knew she was ready. Flynn brought his palm down in earnest. This was no game for him.
They
were no game, and he could feel that she understood. It was part of who they would be.

“Ow!” Lilly was toe tapping on the floor faster with each smack, her ass cheeks turning from bubble-gum to stop-sign by the last strike.

He could feel her breath coming deep and fast over his thighs. He gently caressed the warmth that rose from the glowing red.

“Okay, come here babe. That’s over, we move on. You okay?”

Lilly nodded and Flynn gathered her up, guiding her onto his lap, gingerly settling her against him as a reminder of his bruised body thumped in his torso.

“I am sorry for letting it go so far.” Lilly whispered into Flynn’s neck. “It didn’t feel right, but I should have kept my distance. I could have. And, I could have tried harder to call you. I could have.” Her hands came up to wrap around his neck.

“Yep. And, I know my father can be a controlling asshole, so I do understand. But, still, we come first. No one touches you and you don’t touch anyone else. Not like that. Clear?”

“Yes. Clear.”

“Good girl. That’s all done, okay?” He felt her nod. “Now, up. Go over there and grab that bed post, ass out.”

Flynn helped her up, the feel of her soft skin getting another inch of rise from the peanut gallery inside his pants, and he knew tonight it was time for her to find out just how much pleasure that beautiful ass could be for both of them.

She was so pale, and it only added to her beauty. When Flynn came up behind her, he loosened the front of his jeans, giving the beast some breathing room before it curled into a question mark.

He let his fingers dance slowly and softly from the middle of her back, winding down the indent of her spine, then stopping for a long moment, palm down, feeling the heat rising from the red marks on her ass.

“Who does this ass belong to?”

The sight of her always turned him on. But like this — bent over, ass red, hair up so that he could see every movement under her translucent skin — it raised his lust until he thought he might tear his hair out.

“You,” she whispered, head down as her shoulders shook and her knuckles turned white, holding onto the carved, ceiling-high mahogany bedpost.

“Right. And, this?”

He heard the first gasp as he let his fingers push up to slide back and forth over her already wet, naked, lower lips. Flynn sawed slowly back and forth until she shifted her hips and gave him another inch between her legs.

“Who is this for? Anyone but me?”

“No. It’s only for you.”

“Good girl.”

He listened as her breathing hitched, and he pushed his fingers up, feeling the new rush of wetness meet them.

Flynn knew that part of his responsibility in all of this was they needed to come out of the damn closet. He needed to demonstrate his ownership in public and not in hiding anymore. Sneaking around like some damn criminals was not going to fly any longer.

Lilly’s hips widened, and he took that hint and sunk two fingers deep and long from tips to knuckles in one swoop.

“Ahhhh!”

“That’s right. You are mine. And I cherish every part of you.”

Her head dropped as he finger fucked her, and her pussy gushed.

Flynn basked in the feel of her walls, the delicate tiny petals inside pulling his fingers deeper. He showed no mercy, pushing deep and hard until his knuckles slammed into her, then he gave her three fingers, curled and pressed hard into that deep, magical spot, and she screamed and came so hard her knees gave out.

With lightning fast reflexes, he caught her around the waist before she dropped. He felt her body quivering as he kept his fingers deep, loving the sensation of her slick cum dripping over his hand.

“I got you, babe.”

“Oh my god — “

She felt so soft, and he knew tonight was the right night. He wanted to show her just how much he owned all of her.

He dropped his fingers, pushing them to her mouth and she opened, sucking her flavor with closed eyes and pleasured moans.

With his other hand, he did his best to free himself from his loosened jeans and shorts. It didn’t take long. He was about as hungry as a starved dog for her pussy, but his dick flew a few inches higher knowing they were going to chart new territory tonight.

His one arm was still keeping her steady, but he felt her gain back some of her balance. Her breath started to sound like she was back in the land of the living.

Her pussy was still streaming, and Flynn soaked his fingers again, then began to gently rub the slick juice over where he intended his cock to go.

He listened, and her breathing stopped. His little fire-doll had become a little beast for his fingers in her ass, so he knew tonight she would shoot off like a rocket when he introduced her to the real deal.

“You ready, babe? You’re taking me here tonight.”

He sank one slick finger into her ass as she let out a moan that drove his desire to the damn moon.

Fuck — her noises, Jesus. I could listen to that shit 24/7, like the most beautiful music the universe ever orchestrated.

His cock was leaking as he teased the head at her dripping opening, making sure to get himself good and slick. They wouldn’t need any lube. His babygirl was providing that in spades already. He scooped up another two fingers of her sweet nectar and massaged it into the dark bud.

“Oh god,” she mewed, dancing her hips at the touch of his fingers.

“You want Daddy’s cock in that ass, don’t you babe?”

Flynn pressed the swollen, flared heat against her and listened for the fuck-me sounds that immediately came from deep inside his sweet cherub.

“Um hum,” she moaned, and Flynn pushed ever so gently forward.

She began to let out more moans and opened her hips, giving him the assurance that his girl was primed and ready to have her ass taken.

He watched her body for signs that everything was good, and she didn’t disappoint. When he pushed his beast forward, she let out a gasp and pushed right back, popping his head inside, and Flynn thought he would lose his mind.

“God, babe — ”

They started to flex into each other. She was making fuck-that-hurts-but-don’t-stop sounds, and it was all he could do not to fire back with a full slam dunk. Unfortunately, that wouldn't make for a good first-ass venture for his babygirl, so he slipped slowly forward, then paused, letting her adjust before giving her another slow, even push.

Her body took to him like a duck to the damn water, and before he knew it, he had half his thick length inside of her and she was giving him every signal she still wanted more.

“You like that, babygirl?”

“Umm, yes…. More, please.”

Flynn felt the tingle start in his balls. Watching her body take his cock so willingly, so eagerly, sent his seed rising. He took a deep breath, filling and stretching his lungs, and even the pain from his ribs couldn’t deflate his crazed dick.

He let his fingers dance in her soaking folds, sending her into a convulsion, and she practically sprayed his hand with a round of slick, heated cream which he delivered to her ass and the rest of his shaft.

After that, he began to draw back, push forward, and she took him with yelps and moans but never stopped greeting every forward motion of his hips with her own backward push of acceptance.