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Speed stares into my eyes for all of a split second before crashing his mouth down on mine. It’s nothing like the other kisses we’ve shared. This one is bruising. He is taking, not sharing. And I give it to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Ripping his lips from mine, he jerks away only to grip the edges of my shirt and tear it right down the middle. My bra is the next to go. The yoga pants after that. I don’t have panties on, and when he realizes this, I watch the way his eyes dilate. His breathing grows ragged.
“Speed,” I murmur, waiting for him to do something, anything.
He doesn’t speak but grips my hips, lifts me, carries me across the room, and lays me on a workbench. Drawing his fingers along my bare skin, his touch sends unheard of sensations rushing through my body. I love his touch, no matter the roughness or the gentleness.
Those fingers of his trail down to my calves, and he grasps me there, spreads my legs wide, and places them on his shoulders.
Lowering himself, he doesn’t waste time in using his mouth. He takes me with his tongue, adding his fingers as well. It feels good, and the more he does, the more I want. He drives me nuts with just his tongue, drawing me to the edge of my release only to pull away. I don’t cry out in frustration. This is about Speed and what he needs.
Over and over again, he deprives me of having an orgasm. My body shakes from the need of it, and yet I don’t cry or beg him to let me come. That doesn’t mean I don’t moan at the simple pleasure of his mouth and fingers alone.
I wither around on the small bench and take it all.
I don’t know how much time passes before he jerks up, my legs still on his shoulders, and lines his cock with my entrance. He doesn’t wait or warn me as he thrusts home. The sharp pressure of it causes me to cry out from the mixture of pain and pleasure. My back bows, arching off the bench.
Speed’s thrusts are relentless, consuming, and he rides me hard. When my release comes, it’s overwhelming. I can’t stop the tears as they roll down my cheeks. Still, it’s the most beautiful feeling in the world. I know this without a doubt. Inside me, I know, because it’s me giving this beautiful man what he needs to work through what he’s feeling.
Suddenly, he jerks out of me, lifts until I’m straddling him, and he slams me down on his cock. In this new position, he takes me rougher, forcing me to ride him. I wrap my hands around his shoulders and help him. Encouraging him to take what he wants.
Sweat drenches the both of us. The only sound in the room is that of his grunts and my moans, pants, and cries as he gives me one orgasm after another.
The longer he goes, the more positions he puts me in. One after another, he takes me. I don’t know how much more I can take, but I’ll hold on for him.
Speed wraps a hand around my throat, his body over mine, and only then does he come, but not before I come again. My lips parting, eyes locked with his. The gruntled groan that passes his lips as he says my name.
It’s then I know I gave him everything he needed. Sighing heavily, I close my eyes and let the exhaustion take over and sleep claim me.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
SPEED
Fuck me, I’m a motherfucking asshole. Pulling out of the sweet tight pussy of my woman, I let out a heavy breath. I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve forced her to leave, gotten ugly about it to make her do it. I couldn’t, though. She’s my Lily, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
“Fuck,” I grumble and take in her exhausted, passed-out state.
Lily took everything I had to give her, and I know she loved all of it. She wouldn’t have been drenched as she was if she didn’t. The way her body reacted for me, took me, and all I had to give, yeah, she fucking enjoyed it as much as I did.
I pull my jeans up, leaving the button unfastened, and step over to where I laid my shirt and cut. I put on the cut but carry the shirt back to Lily and help her into it without her so much as budging.
A sense of pride washes over me, knowing it was me who wore her out the way I did. All the other women I took to my bed could never handle me the way she does, which makes her my match. In every way there is. Because of this, I know when she wakes up, I’m going to have to tell her the rest of what I need to.
Lifting Lily in my arms, I carry her through the gym to the door, open it, and step through so I can make my way through the clubhouse and to my room. Closing us in, I walk over to the bed, strip my shirt off her, and go in the bathroom. I grab a washcloth from under the sink and wet it with warm water. I’m not going to leave her to sleep in dried sweat, no matter how hot it would be, I know she wouldn’t be comfortable, and I want her to sleep easy.
Once I have her cleaned up, I head back into the bathroom, toss the cloth back in the sink, and take a shower myself. The whole time, what happened in the gym played through my mind. The different scenarios, the way she took me, the moans and gasps, fuck me, the whole damn thing was hot, and my cock is ready for more. But not in the way I was with her a bit ago.
No, this time, I want to show her how much she means to me.
I make my shower as quick as I can, get out, dry off, and leave the towel on the bathroom floor. Naked, I head back to the bed, climb in, and pull Lily in my arms. A sigh passes her lips, and she snuggles deeper into me, like she can’t get close enough. Grinning, I close my eyes and press a kiss to the top of her head.
For what she did for me today, I’ll never forget it. She’s a remarkable woman, and she doesn’t even know it. Throughout all this time, she was held in captivity by the sick bastard, and she is now free.
Free to be mine, and I intend for her to stay that way until I draw my last breath.
* * *
Banging on the door wakes me from a deep sleep. I open my eyes and glance down to find my woman still sleeping soundly. The noise not waking her. Gently, I slide off the bed, tucking the covers back around her. I grab a pair of clean jeans and yank them on, heading for the door. I barely get them zipped up before opening the door to find Breaker and Fuse there.
