Page 124 of The Perfect Fit


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I squeeze my eyes tightly closed as he stretches me wider than my body is prepared for. Tears leak from the corners, and the cheek that’s pressed against the window slips on the glass. Zeke grunts. “That’s it, cry for me, buttercup. You know that makes me want to fuck you harder.”

“No. It hurts,” I croak.

“I know it fucking hurts,” he growls. “It’s supposed to fucking hurt.”

“Zeke!” His name is more of a gasp than a word as he pushes deeper. My head spins from the pain and euphoria gripping my body. The pain is winning out, but it must speak to something inside my soul because I have no desire to utter my safe word and make it stop.

He dips his hand between my thighs and presses the pads of his pointer and middle fingers on my clit, tipping the balance back to where I love it. Pain might be the thing that gets Zeke off like nothing else, but the happiness of the people he loves—me, West, Xander—is always his primary focus. And I adore him for that.

“Your ass is so fucking tight, Lily. I want all the way inside you.”

“No, you’re too big. I can’t take any more,” I rasp as tears keep rolling down my cheeks.

Increasing the pressure on my clit, he rolls his hips and sinks all the way inside me until his thighs are slamming against mine, and I shudder violently as intense pain gives way to searing pleasure. “That’s it.” He thrusts gently now. “I’m all the way in, buttercup. I knew you could take all of me.”

“Fuck, Zeke.”

He trails his tongue over my neck. “Such a good little whore for me. Does it still hurt?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

With a groan, he gently thrusts in and out of me and continues to rub my clit. Then he sinks his teeth into the base of my neck, and that’s my undoing. I come apart in his arms, shaking uncontrollably, my teeth rattling in my head as he fucks me through my orgasm.

“Motherfucking fuck!” His hips still as he empties his release into me. He rests his forehead on my shoulder, both of us panting heavily.

“You are fucking perfect, buttercup.” Wrapping me in his arms, he slides his cock out of my throbbing ass.

* * *

Letting out a contented sigh,I burrow further beneath the comforter. West and Xander lie on either side of me, with Zeke behind Xander, his arm draped protectively over the pair of us. He and West cleaned us up when we got to the penthouse before making us hot chocolate with a shot of whiskey. A deliciously perfect end to a perfect evening. “I never want to leave this bed,” I murmur sleepily.

“I can make that happen, princess,” West growls in my ear.

I hum my agreement. “Maybe just for a little while?”

“Duvet day tomorrow?” Xander suggests.

“Christmas movies and hot chocolate with marshmallows and sugar cookies?”

“Christmas is six weeks away, buttercup.”

“I know, but I’m in a Christmassy mood. Can we put our tree up early?”

Xander chuckles. “We’ll need to get one first.”

“A real one will die if we get it now, princess.”

“Then we can get a fake one too? Then get the real one a few weeks before Christmas. Please?” When I was very young, Stefano and our housekeeper, Elena, always made the holidays special for Nico and me, and I hang onto those happy memories from my childhood while trying to forget the rest of it. This time of year has always been special to me, but Christmas in New York, with all the snow and the lights—it’s beyond magical. And spending the holidays with my guys… my heart flutters.

“Whatever you want, shorty.” Xander’s enthusiasm makes me smile, even as Zeke and West grumble a reluctant agreement.

“Don’t be so grumpy. Christmas is so much fun.”

West kisses my head. “I’m sure it will be with you. An excuse to spoil you with presents.”

“You don’t have to spoil me,” I insist. “That’s not why I love it.”

“Your ass still sore?” Zeke asks with a hint of warning in his voice.

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