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I trusted him.
Loved him.
My breath hitched at the words scalding my tongue.
He knew. I was sure he did. With the way I created a home for all of us. With the way I encouraged him, comforted him, built him up when he faltered.
I showed him every day with the way I gave myself up to him.
“I love you, Zeph,” I murmured as he kissed my neck. “I love you so much. Not just the way you make me feel in here, but the way you make me feel every day. I hope you know that.”
He reached around and grasped my chin with two fingers, twisting my head to the side so he could peer down at me. Behind the lust and desire was the love that was always there, no matter what. Even when I was giving him a hard time. Even when I didn’t deserve it. That love had been there almost since day one. It had never faltered.
“I don’t need your words, Lyric. I never have. I just need you. Your heart. Your mind. I know you love me.”
I breathed out a shaky sigh of relief.
He smiled against my lips. “I’ll always love you more.”
I tried to argue because it simply wasn’t true. The man filled my heart to overflowing with every tiny thing he did. It was always about me and Amelia. He was so inherently selfless, giving his time to the homeless shelter and making me a better person for it. I volunteered there now too, along with Amelia, the three of us working there side by side.
I could barely remember the woman I was before him.
I didn’t want to.
She was unhappy. Lost. Sharp.
He softened my jagged edges. He was the balm to my crazy, and I was his.
We’d put the illegal stuff behind us in order to give Amelia a safe and stable home. But we would never stop trying to help those who needed it. Those who society forgot.
He kissed me deeply before I could explain any of that, and the words floated away, not needing to be said, because they were felt.
He guided my fingers around the solid back of the couch once more, reminding me not to move. He cupped my breasts and then kissed his way down my spine, dragging his fingers along with him to massage my ass.
He placed a kiss on my lower back, swirling his tongue in circles over my heated skin while his fingers kneaded into the tight muscles of my cheeks, well-toned from long nights on the pole. “I want you here, Lyric. My cock buried in your tight little ass when I come.”
I nearly came on the spot. I pressed back against him instinctively, wanting what he’d been working me up to for weeks but never quite delivering on.
He slapped a palm across my behind, using the other hand to grip my hip and hold me still. “Not yet. Not until I get you good and wet.”
I’d be a freaking waterslide if I got any wetter, but I knew better than to argue with him.
He drew my hips back as he kneeled on the wooden floorboards, putting his face right at my ass height. My knees were already wide apart, and I was sure he could see my pink pussy glistening between my thighs.
I slumped forward, ass out when he buried his face between my legs and licked. He groaned at the taste of my arousal and then used his fingers to spread it to my tight rear hole.
He’d been doing this for weeks, edging me until I begged for him to fuck me there. I ground back against him now, taking the tip of his finger.
He bit down on my ass cheek, the sting of pain only heightening the pleasure.
I moaned and whimpered until he knelt behind me and fit his cock to my pussy, fucking me deep and slow while my head spun. The added pleasure his finger brought heightened every feeling, until I was gasping, an orgasm building inside me, searching for a place to escape.
The pressure of his finger disappeared, and he pulled out of my pussy, sliding back until he was notched where I really wanted him.
“Play with your clit while I fuck you here, Lyric. Touch it like I would.”
Which meant don’t just go hard and fast to get to the finish line.
