“I’m sorry you were put through a trial for something you didn’t do. I’m sorry you were treated unfairly. But I know, Smith…I know there had to be other factors at play. Women aren’t evil. They weren’t callous for the sake of being callous. I truly believe that.”
“What are you saying? They had a reason to lie besides ruining my life?”
I nod.
My arms are still above my head and beginning to tremble, along with the rest of me. “Your brother left me here with you against my will, Smith. Think about it. He asked you to do him a favor,” I whisper. “Now that I know you, I am so glad he did, but me falling in love with you was not his goal. That might be what happened, but there’s no way he could have foreseen it. He wanted you to ruin my enjoyment of lovemaking, so I could focus on dancing. You heard him.”
Smith has gone very still.
I don’t know if he’s processing what I told him and coming to the same ugly conclusion about Baker that I did. Don’t know if he’s simply angry. Disgusted…
But then it dawns on me.
I told him I love him.
I…do love him. I can’t believe it’s possible after such a short time. But my heart knows.
My heart belongs to this man. It just knows him. Knows this is right.
When Smith kicks aside the canvas and storms toward me with a heaving chest, I have no choice but to let the storm that is…my boyfriend?…pick me up and carry me away.
Six
Smith
This girl is in love with me.
As soon as she made the admission, my skin felt protected in armor. She’s given me new breath in my lungs, even as I reel in disbelief. I stole her virginity, she obviously disagrees with my feelings about the opposite sex. I’m a dweller in the darkness and she lives in the spotlight and yet, somehow, she loves me. It’s a fucking phenomenon.
In the few steps it takes me to reach her golden, naked body, I vow to listen to what she’s telling me. To consider that I might be wrong, although…that path leads to some other awful truths I’m not ready to deal with yet. In this moment, all I know is my skin needs to be in contact with hers. I need to be in control of her pleasure, the breaths she takes, every little hiccup and whimper out of her mouth. All mine. All my doing.
“If I haven’t made it fucking obvious,” I grit out, bringing our foreheads together, gripping her hips in my hands, “I’m in love with you, too. I’m in love with you. I love you.” Our mouths come together in a hot fusion of lips and tongue, my palms traveling around to clutch that sweet ass tightly, boosting her high against my body so she can wrap those mind-blowing dancer’s legs around my waist. As soon as she does it, soon as the smooth flesh of her inner thighs rests on my hips, I tuck my middle finger up against her asshole, licking the resulting moan out of her mouth. Pressing that digit deeper. “I’m going to fuck this.”
Her head lolls back, allowing me to lick up the curve of her throat, bury my teeth in her delicate jawline. “Y-you are?”
“When Daddy says raw dog, it means both of those pretty little holes, baby.” Her wet lips are parted and panting against mine, turning my balls into heavy, throbbing stones. “Matter of fact, make that three pretty holes. Want to kiss you knowing my dick has been in your mouth.”
I’m already storming out of the art room, back toward the place where I sleep. I’m so sensitive, I could bust on the floor and now she’s doing this thing. Mewling in my ear and touching her tongue to my neck. Licking shyly. I am a very bad man, wanting to screw her mouth, but she wrecks me. Turns me crazed. My only saving grace is remembering the moments after the first time we slept together.
You were rough. But I loved it.
This amazing female was built exactly for me. For my crude ways and aggression when it comes to sex with her. I can’t believe I’ve been given this woman, but I’m not questioning this gift.
I throw her down on the mattress and shuck my jeans, briefs, dropping to my knees on either side of her head, jerking off with my balls swinging around above her glistening mouth. Sweat is sticking to every inch of me. I’m unable to unclench my teeth, so I speak through them, my body shaking with the need to come inside of her. On her. Anywhere—as long as my come ends up with Posy.
“Come on,” I grunt, smearing pre-come on her chin, lips. “Tell me I can put my big dick in your little ballerina mouth.”
“You can,” she whispers, running her hands up my hairy thighs. “I want to taste it.”
Frantic to have that precious warmth wrapped around me, I drop forward on hands and knees, positioned over her face, and I slide in long and slow, my fucking thighs shaking, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh Jesus.” I dip in and out of warm honey, forcing my eyes open so I can watch her lips stretching around my cock, the way her eyes get more and more drowsy every time I lower myself back down, sliding farther and farther back on her tongue until finally, she coughs a little around my shaft, letting me know that’s as far as it goes. “Good girl. On your back, sucking a fat dick. Sweet little thing, letting Daddy ride this sexy mouth. Such a good girl.”
I’m not sure if it’s the way I’m talking to her or if her throat relaxes, but I burrow deeper on my next pump, my guttural groan echoing in the room.
“Careful or I’m going to bust. Don’t want to do that until it’s in your ass, Posy. Better watch yourself. Don’t suck me too good.”
My warning comes too late, because she’s got two hands around my erection now, pumping and twisting it in her fists, guiding me between wet, greedy lips over and over again, her mouth opening wider, wider, stretching to accommodate my growing length.
Fuck, she’s good.