“Love these tits. Say they are mine. Only mine.”
“Only yours. Everything. I’m yours,yours,” she cries out. “I… I’m going come, Reaper!”
I lean my weight on one arm as my other slides in between her breasts and circles her neck, applying light pressure.
“I’ve got you, my little minx. Come for me. Come all over my huge cock.”
I tighten my grip on her neck right as her pussy snaps around me. She comes so fucking hard. Her cunt is squeezing me so damn tightly as her fingers dig into my ribs and her heels grind into my back. It’s the most exquisite kind of pain.
I release her neck, and her pussy flutters around me again, releasing more of her arousal. Lynx can hardly contain the overwhelming sensations in her curvy fucking body as she writhes underneath me. My girl gasps and bites down on my shoulder.Hard. The pain and pleasure mixes and I roar my release, shooting my cum so fucking deep inside of her. My cock throbs as I continue to empty myself, more than I ever thought possible.
My vision tunnels with the force of my orgasm, and I collapse, quickly rolling to the side, pulling Lynx with me.
When I come to a few seconds later, Lynx is placing sweet kisses on my chest as she traces patterns across my abs.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I say once I catch my breath.
“Yeah,” she giggles. “I think I may have been a little rough with you,” Lynx says, looking apprehensive.
The thought of her being too rough is really fucking adorable. Her fingers trace over the nice bite mark she gave me, and her nose scrunches up.
“I loved it.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. I’ll wear your mark on me every goddamn day. I love everything you do to me. With me. For me.”
Her cheeks flush red, and she buries her face in my chest. I love that she is this filthy-mouthed sex goddess, but also a little shy. It’s a contradiction that I’ll never get tired of. Or stop exploiting.
We lie in comfortable silence, tangled up in each other, while our hearts beat as one. I comb my fingers through Lynx’s hair, brushing out the slight tangles from our early morning escapades.
I want to ask her more about her past, her father, and what sent her running, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. I feel so close to her, yet I realize I still don’t know much about my beautiful girl.
“My mom died after giving birth to me,” Lynx whispers. “God, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I told you that.”
“Hey,” I reply, cupping her cheek and lifting her head so we’re eye to eye. “Never apologize for telling me about your life. I want to know every detail, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.”
Lynx bites her bottom lip and stares into the distance, deciding how much to tell me. I pray that she’s finally comfortable enough to tell me the whole truth. “The second dayI showed up at the repair shop looking for a job, you told me to find somewhere else to take on my troubles.”
I feel like I’ve been stabbed in the goddamn chest. I don’t remember saying that specifically, but I believe her. It sounds like something I would say to get someone to leave. “I was a fucking idiot back then,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her nose.
“You mean, like a week ago?” she teases. “You’ve really matured. I’m impressed.”
I smile and kiss her soft lips, though I pull away before it becomes more serious. “I’m sorry I made you feel like a burden. You’re so precious to me, Lynx.” Her eyes widen at my confession, but I don’t back down. “I want every last piece of your story so I know how to protect you and keep you safe.”
She gives me a watery smile and nods, finally ready to trust me with everything. “So, it was just my dad and me growing up,” Lynx continues, snuggling into my side. “He had three wives after my mother passed, and at least five times as many mistresses.” Her face twists up in disgust. I hate the thought of her being around that kind of behavior. “If he thought he could get away with it, I think my dad would have given me up for adoption. Unfortunately for him, his marriage to my mother was very public, and my birth was highly anticipated. My parents both came from wealthy families who wanted to join real estate empires. The pictures of their wedding look like a freaking fairytale, including a horse-drawn carriage. It was apparently the event of the season.”
Lynx pauses for a breath, and I stroke my hand up and down her spine, silently showing my support.
“Anyway, he was stuck with me.” I frown at her conclusion, but from what little I know of how things turned out, I believe her. It still guts me to think she’s spent her entire life with someone who resents her and treats her like shit. “Like I said earlier, it’s not that I had a horrible life or anything. My fatherpaid for private tutors and provided designer clothes, shoes, bags, and anything else that could be seen as a status symbol. I have a lot to be thankful for. Really.”
I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince herself or me at this point. There was a time I might have resented her for growing up in luxury, but I know money doesn’t equal a good life. Look at the price my girl had to pay just for the right to exist. It’s written all over her skin. The bruises have mostly faded, but her body still bears the scars from the worst of her father’s attacks.
“When did the abuse start?” I ask. Lynx deflates against me, and I tilt her chin up. “I said I wanted every piece of your story. Even the painful ones.”
Lynx closes her eyes as if looking at me while diving into her past is too much. “His second wife always hated me. We got in fights over stupid stuff, and I ran my mouth off more than once. One night, my dad overheard us arguing, and I guess he’d had enough. He… he grabbed my arm and threw me across the room. I landed on a glass coffee table, which is how I got the scar on my shoulder.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. “Did the doctors say anything? Did they ask how this happened? Why was no one there for you?”
