Chapter 51
fifty-one
Lizzy’s body bows against mine. Balls deep inside her, I brace myself on one hand, wrapping the other around her throat.
I squeeze just enough to feel her pulse hammering wildly against my palm. Her eyes widen, pupils blown with lust, making my cock throb inside her tight heat.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” I growl, applying the slightest pressure to her delicate neck as I withdraw almost completely before slamming back in.
The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—sends a primal wave of need through my veins. The fantasy I’ve jerked off to more times than I can count pales in comparison to the reality of her wet cunt gripping me like a vise.
“You like that?” I grunt, voice dropping into a dangerous register I barely recognize as I piston in and out of her tight and wet.
She nods frantically, digging crescents into my arm with her nails as I slam into her over and over.
“Use your words, my sunshine girl,” I demand, tightening my grip on her throat just enough to make her mouth part in a silent gasp. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I... I love your cock inside me,” she whimpers, eyes locked with mine. “Please don’t stop.”
Something dark and possessive unfurls in my chest. I’ve fucked plenty of women over the years, but nothing—absolutely nothing—has ever felt like this. Like I’m claiming what’s always been mine.
“You’ve always belonged to me,” I growl. Releasing her throat to grab her wrists, I pound into her cunt even harder. “Say it.”
Her eyes flash, mouth smirking in defiance even as her pussy clenches my cock so fucking good. “Make me.”
The challenge in her voice ignites something even more primal.
Pulling out completely, I ignore her whimper of protest, swiftly flipping her onto her stomach. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yank her head back as I position myself at her entrance again.
“This is what you really want, isn’t it?” I tease, rubbing the head of my cock through her slick folds. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?”
“So hard,” she hisses, pushing her ass back against me.
I slam into her with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as I pound into her mercilessly. My hand tightens in her hair, pulling her head back at an angle that forces her to arch her spine beautifully.
“Fuck, Ro!” she cries out, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets.
“Do you believe me now, Sunshine?” I pant, thrusting deep.
All she gives me in answer are mewls and short, staccato pants, so I slap her ass.
“Do you?”
“Yes! Yes! I believe you!” she screams. “Oh, fuck, Ro! I’m gonna come!”
I can feel the tingle at the base of my spine as my balls draw in tight. “Fuck, yeah you are, baby. I’m right there with you.”
When Lizzy’s walls clamp down on my cock and she screams, my vision goes black, blurring white along the edges. It only takes two more strokes before I’m roaring my release, emptying myself deep inside her, every muscle in my body tight as fuck as I ride out the most intense climax of my life.
“Holy shit,” I groan, pressing my forehead between her shoulder blades as I breathe her in—jasmine mixed with sweat and sex.
When I finally regain control of my limbs, I gently pull out and roll onto my back. Taking her with me, I tuck her against my side, her body jerking with aftershocks as I stroke her hair away from her face.
“Good?” I whisper, still panting as I press a kiss to her forehead.
She nods, her breathing ragged. “So fucking good.”
I tighten my arms around her, pulling her as close as humanly possible. There’s something so perfect, so right about having her here in my bed and in my arms, that it almost scares me. I’ve wanted this for so long, but now that it’s happening, I’m terrified she’ll slip away from me again.
“What are you thinking?” she asks softly, tracing her fingers over my forearm.
“How I never want to let you go again,” I admit, vulnerability turning my voice rough and raspy.
My heart ka-thumps as she pushes up to look down at me, green eyes searching my face. But instead of pushing away like I expect, she folds her arms on my chest, resting her chin on them.
Her question comes out of left field, taking me by surprise. “How did my painting end up at the gallery?”
Feeling a bit sheepish, I clear my throat. “About that... I might have borrowed it a couple of weeks ago?”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “You broke into my loft?”
The incredulous question doesn’t come out as angry as I thought it would.
“Not exactly breaking in when your brother has a key.” I run a soothing hand gently over her hair. “Logan let me in while you were at work. Ryder was there too, supervising to make sure I didn’t ‘mess up your shit’ as he put it.”
Lizzy’s mouth drops open. “Those traitors!”
“Don’t be mad at them. You know as well as anyone how persuasive I can be,” I grin before getting serious again.
“When Marcus mentioned he had a last-minute cancellation for the show, I knew I had to find the perfect piece. Since I couldn’t find what I wanted included in the ones that were already out, I kinda went rummaging through your storage closet.”
She studies my face, her expression softening more and more as I continue.
“I had this whole plan,” I explain. “I was going to walk you through the exhibition, casually guide you into that room, and watch your face when you saw your work up on the wall. But then Carrie dragged me away for the photo op, and it all went sideways from there.”
“Hmm,” she hums. “So that’s why you looked extra growly when you saw me with Walker. You were already frustrated about your surprise being ruined.”
“That, and the fact he had his hands all over you,” I grunt, tightening my arms around her. “The guy’s had it out for me since day freakin’ one.”
Lizzy’s laugh buzzes against my skin. “Ego.”
“My ego was fine,” I gripe. “It was my heart that was taking a beating.”
She goes quiet, hand stilling on my chest. I can practically hear her thoughts racing, as she processes.
“Marcus really liked my painting?” she finally asks, voice small.
“Liked it? Sunshine, he wanted to know if you’d share more. Said your style was ‘refreshingly authentic’ or some artsy words similar to that. I think he might want to give you your own show.”
She sits up abruptly, eyes wide. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious,” I say, smoothing her hair away from her face with the my palm of my hand.
Seemingly at a loss for words, she shakes her head. “Thank you.”
The genuine gratitude in her eyes makes my chest tighten in the best way. “You don’t need to thank me. Your work deserves to be seen. And so do you.”
She leans in, kissing me softly.
I’m still savoring the sweetness of it as she tucks herself back into the crook of my arm with a satisfied hum.