“You’re really covered in tattoos,” she breathes out.
“Come here.”
She takes her place back on my lap, her wet pussy pressed against my aching length.
“Shirt too,” she says. I clear my throat, and her eyes meet mine. “Is everything okay?”
“Just don’t freak out,” I tell her softly.
Her eyes widen a fraction, but she nods.
When I pull my shirt off from the back of my neck, I watch as she takes in the scarred marks across my chest. She doesn’t look disgusted or like she pities me, but concern is written in her bright eyes.
“Does it hurt?” she asks, her fingers gently grazing over the scar tissue.
“No, I’m fine,” I answer, wishing I took off my shirt before we got to this point because I sure as fuck don’t want to go through my sordid history, how I got these marks, or how it was all for naught.
She surprises me by leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on my deepest mark, which stretches along my collarbone. It sends a shiver down my spine, causing me to inhale dramatically. The softness she offers me isn’t something I thought I would be craving, but now that I have it there’s no way I can let it go.
Lily doesn’t push me any further, so I sweep her hair off her shoulder and just admire her for a few moments. I don’t know how I’m able to ignore my aching cock or how her scent is driving me fucking wild, but I do, because she’s special, and she’s going to be mine come hell or high fucking water.
Cash looksat me like I’m special. It’s addictive the way he makes me feel; safe, cherished, and protected.
He would bond with me in a second, he’s that sure of me, and I don’t know how to handle someone that confident. Sure, Axel is extremely self-assured, and I have no doubts about his intentions, but he doesn’t have the power to give me a bond mark; though I know he would if he could.
I need to do my last live for Marielli’s Mass. It will give me the remaining amount I need to feel comfortable. That money might be needed for us to start a new life, but I’ve had this idea in my head for a while now, and I just can’t shake it. It doesn’t help that I just had to pay the government a huge portion of my earnings; plus, I imagine Cash and Axel aren’t struggling either.It’s just something I’ve got to prove to myself; at least, I think that’s still my motivation, I’m not even sure anymore.
But when Cash looks at me with complete fucking reverence, I consider changing my mind.He’s willing to risk it all. Why can’t I?
I shake all these thoughts as I rise on my knees. I’m already dripping without him even touching me, and God, do I need his fucking knot. I don’t have time to fool around; I need the stretch so fucking bad, I’m nearly gagging for it.
I tease him by grinding up and down on his length, coating him with my wetness.
“You sure know how to fucking torture a man,” he huffs.
He holds my hips while staring down at where I’m sliding back and forth on him. His hands leave my hips to tangle in my hair and bring my lips to his.
Cash kisses me with all the confidence in the world, like he knows without a doubt his mark will be on me one day, even if it’s not tonight.
Our mouths don’t part as I slide my hand between us, my fingers tease his knot, causing a moan to rip from his throat, and I swallow it down. I give us both what we want, notching him at my entrance. I slowly slide down his length an inch before rising back up. I do it over and over again, getting further down his shaft every time.
“Fuck,” he mumbles between kisses. He lets me ride him, setting the pace.
His cock is perfect, hitting me in all the right places as I move up and down. Cash can’t seem to decide where to put his hands as they move from my hair, to my breasts, and then back to my hips.
“You ride my cock so fucking good,” he praises before kissing the side of my neck. His tongue trails patterns on my skin as his teeth graze the tender flesh behind my ear. “One day I’m going tomark you right here while you’re taking my knot,” he whispers, and it breaks me.
I’m not fully there yet, but I slide all the way down, impaling myself on his thick knot. The pressure is intense and takes Cash off guard as he thrusts up from beneath me.
“Look at you taking all of it. Such a good girl. You want your Alpha to make you come?” he asks.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I nod my head and whine. “Please, Cash. You feel so fucking good.”
His one hand cradles the back of my head as he places soft kisses down my throat while fucking me from the bottom. His knot stretches me so fucking good it feels like my hearing and vision are going fuzzy. I just hold on to him, letting him take control, and enjoy him giving me what he knows I need.
My clit rubs against the small patch of curls at the base of his cock, and I shatter. The delicious stretch of his knot and the friction against my clit pushes me over the edge. My body collapses on top of his as he continues driving into me. His fist is so tightly tangled in my hair it makes my orgasm last longer than it ever has before. I rest my head against his shoulder as I repeat his name while shudders wrack my body. I can’t help it when I bite down lightly on his neck.
It has the effect I wanted as he ruts into me so hard I nearly scream, gushing around his cock.
