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The thick, blunt head of his cock slid between my thighs and straight up inside me.
“Oh,” I moaned. “Yes!”
He withdrew and slammed back inside me, bottoming out. I screamed at how full and thick he was, pleasure spiraling out of control.
“Don’t you come,” he warned in my ear, pumping himself in and out of my body. “Not yet, Lyric.”
I shook my head, making a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep because I was teetering on the edge. He slowed down though, his movements gentler, giving me a minute to bring myself back.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
I shivered, enjoying his commands and praise when I obeyed him more than I should have.
He pulled out of me, and I whimpered at the loss of him.
“Turn around.”
I did, and he picked me up, hands supporting my ass and guiding me to sink down on his cock once more. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, moaning while he bounced me on his dick. I’d never liked standing sex, but most men couldn’t throw me around the way Zeph could. His biceps strained, and his abs flexed, but he carried me like I weighed nothing. I clawed at his back, scratching my long nails up and down the tawny, warm skin, muscles rippling beneath my touch.
“You’re so deep,” I groaned.
His every thrust rubbed his dark thatch of hair against my swollen clit, driving me higher and higher. He pushed me against the tree, using it as leverage to go faster and harder, his actions vicious and predatory, but each one lighting me up like I’d never truly known what it felt like to be turned on by someone until now. His thrusts were punishing, and I was sure I’d have bruises tomorrow. My back would be scratched, probably my face too. Eve was going to have a conniption if I went into the club looking like I’d gone a round with a porcupine. But she’d come around when I explained that they were sex injuries.
Really fucking good sex. The kind where you didn’t feel pain, because the pleasure overrode every other sensation.
“You’re close,” he said into my ear.
I nodded desperately.
“You want to come, Lyric?”
I so did. All I could do was press my mouth to his and kiss him.
It was the only answer he needed. He growled into my mouth, fucking me hard, taking what I so freely offered, even if we were playing games. I clamped down around him, howling when I came, begging him to let me come again, because the orgasms barreled down, one after the other.
I closed my eyes, body going limp, unable to move for the sensation of the double orgasm. It dragged out for what felt like an hour but was probably only minutes, and Zeph mumbled praises and dirty talk into my ear as he found his own release. He shuddered around me, telling me I was too good for him, too perfect.
In the moment, I could believe it.
26
LYRIC
There was no way in hell I was going back into that house, and thankfully, Zeph didn’t ask me to. With our clothes back in place, he led me through the woods with the sure steps of a man who knew them well. We skirted his parents’ big house and emerged not far from where we’d left his car.
It was a relief to dive inside, slink down on the passenger seat, and wait while he retrieved my purse. If he announced we were leaving, nobody cared enough to come out and say goodbye to me.
I was grateful for that, because if I never saw any of those people ever again, I wouldn’t be sad.
He tossed me my purse, and I sat it by my feet while he steered the car onto his parents’ lawn to get around the cars parked behind us. Out on the road, I stared out the window at the big, pretty houses of Providence, knowing I’d never fit in here.
“I’m sorry we came,” he said quietly. “That wasn’t how I envisioned it going.”
I really didn’t want to talk about it. “Could you take me to the hospital? I want to check in on my grandmother.”
“Of course.”
We drove the rest of the way in silence, while I stewed. When we pulled into the grounds of Saint View Hospital, I pointed at the drop-off area. “You can just let me out there. I can walk home, it’s not far.”
