Muse in Lingerie_Lingerie 1

by Penelope Sky

  Her tits shook every time I thrust into her, and her fingers dug into my hair. She breathed through the pain, moaning sometimes and wincing at others.

  I didn’t expect to make her come, not when it was her first time and she was struggling so much. But I wanted to make her enjoy it, to make her look forward to the next time I would have her. Because I could tell in that moment I would want to fuck her forever. All she did was lie there, and it was still the best sex of my life.

  I repositioned myself so my pelvic bone would rub against her clit. I ground against her forcefully, pressing into her clit harder than I would with my fingers. The muscles all over my body were tightening in anticipation, and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I wanted to come hard, to get my first return on my investment.

  She breathed more heavily, and her tears stopped. Her nails started to claw at my back, and she widened her legs farther, doing what she could to accommodate my girth. Her eyes closed, and she arched her back just as her pussy tightened around me.

  Thank god.

  She came all around me, her pussy squeezing me as she dragged her nails down my body. Her come sheathed my dick, and her hips bucked automatically. Her mouth trembled against mine, and her moans were a hundred times louder than the other times I made her come. She was in pain, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. “Conway…”

  She said my name. I didn’t have to ask her to do that.

  I gave my final pumps, this time fucking her as hard as I wanted. I pushed through her cream then shoved my entire dick inside her. Like my body was a gun and my dick was the barrel, a bullet erupted out of my body. I filled her with everything I had, dumping her with more come than my body had ever produced. I gripped the back of her neck and deepened the angle, obsessed with giving it all to her. I wanted her to sleep with my come inside her. I wanted her to feel me even after my dick was gone.

  Sweaty and warm, our bodies were satisfied and exhausted. I stayed on top of her because I wasn’t ready to leave yet. My dick was still softening, and I treasured how good that orgasm just felt. I moved my mouth to hers and kissed her softly, trying to make up for the cruel way I fucked her at the end.

  She kissed me back, her kiss just as enthusiastic.

  I slowly pulled out of her, feeling the air against my wet dick. A spot of blood was underneath her, but I liked the stain. I wasn’t in a hurry to change my sheets, not when I had a nice memory like that.

  She brought her knees together and lay there, relaxing now that it was over.

  I pulled her legs apart and stared at her pussy, seeing the white come accumulated at her entrance. I closed her legs again. “My come is staying inside you all night.”

  She propped herself on her elbows and looked at me. “Okay…”

  I moved to the head of the bed where the pillows were, then patted the spot beside me.

  She crawled over the sheets then lay next to me.

  I didn’t sleep with women either, but I thought I could make an exception this one time. I wanted to give this woman what she wanted since she gave me something so incredible. I positioned her against me, her arm draped over my waist and my arm hooked around her shoulders.

  I was tired from the anticipation for the night, and I knew she was sore. Otherwise, I’d be fucking her again right now. But I didn’t want to push it. I enjoyed seeing her in pain, but I didn’t want to hurt her more than necessary.

  I wasn’t that big of an asshole.

  * * *

  The only reason why I woke up so early was because my phone was ringing on the nightstand.

  I squinted my eyes to stare at the screen, barely making out the name.

  Dante.

  I answered and put the phone to my ear. “Hmm?” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and glanced at the alarm clock. It was nine in the morning, hours after I would normally be awake. I turned over and stared at Muse, who was still sound asleep. Her hair was all over the place, and her hand was still reaching out for my stomach.

  “I’m sorry to disturb you, sir. But Carter is here to see you.”

  I growled into the phone. “Tell him to fuck off, Dante.”

  “I knew you would say that, so I repeated it. But he said it’s important.”

  If Carter said it was important, then it was the real deal. He didn’t say things like that often. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “Alright, sir.”

  I set the phone on the nightstand and made sure she was still asleep. I wanted her to rest as long as she needed—so we could get back to fucking when she was well rested. I had a lot to teach her.

  I pulled on sweats and a t-shirt before I made the walk from the third floor to the entryway.

  Carter stood in jeans and a t-shirt, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the painting of my mother on the way.

  I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Everything alright?”

  When he looked at me, his visage was guarded. He glanced to the other side of the room in search of Dante.

  Not that Dante was a person we needed to be concerned with.

  “Let’s talk in the front.”

  We moved to the large porch and the roundabout full of trees. The gate had been closed and locked after Carter pulled inside in his Ferrari. Bright red and loud, it was the perfect car to get attention.

  “What is it?” I asked, wanting to get this over with quickly. I had someone waiting for me, a white rose that had blossomed for the first time last night.

  “I heard some talk last night. Word on the street is Knuckles is pissed.”

  Was that supposed to mean something to me? “He looks like a guy that’s already pissed.”

  “Well, he’s more pissed than usual.” He slid his hands into his pockets then walked toward his car. “And I hear he’s bad news. He’s claimed the Eastern territory of the States for a long time, and he’s held on to the domain in horrific ways. He’s not a guy you want to cross.”

  “Good thing I didn’t cross him, then.”

  Carter turned his gaze to me. “You did when you bought Sapphire.”

  “He had a fair opportunity to win her—if he put his money where his mouth was. I paid the higher price and claimed her. That’s how the real world works. If he really wanted her, he should have paid more.”

  “Maybe, but I don’t think he sees it that way.”

  “If he’s invited to the Underground, then that means he adheres to the conduct rules. There can be no violence over the exchange of slaves. The winning bid is respected. He can’t take her or threaten me for her. If he wants to keep his reputation, then he’ll have to let it go.”

  Carter stared at my gate and slightly shook his head. “I’ve got a bad feeling about him, Conway. It’s a feeling in my bones, you know.”

  “If he wanted to be the one fucking Sapphire every night, he should have paid more for her. He has the money. Not my fault he didn’t think she was worth it. And yes, she’s definitely worth it.”

  Carter would normally make a joke at my comment, but this time, he didn’t. “People think he’s up to something.”

  “Like what?”

  “Something bad. That’s all I know. That’s enough for me.”

  “You’ve never been intimidated by anyone, Carter. Why are you scared now?”

  “Because you’re my family,” he snapped. “Because I actually give a damn in this case.”

  “Carter, I’ll be fine. I’m not afraid of him. I’m one of the most powerful men in the world. I make my money honestly, have a famous face. He’s just some asshole that creeps in the shadows.”

  “And pays off all the cops and the detectives…”

  “Like we haven’t done the same.”

  “But he threatens cops in ways we never do…like threatening to kill their wives and kids. He’s a different breed, Conway. Maybe he’ll respect the code, but maybe he won’t. You should watch your back.”

  “I always do.”

  “Or even just sell her to him…”
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  That wasn’t an option. “No.”

  “Is a woman really worth the—”

  “I’m not selling her.”

  Carter finally dropped it. “Maybe we should tell our fathers.”

  “Why the hell would we do that?”

  “I know they don’t talk about it, but they’ve been through shit like this. They might have some advice.”

  “There’s nothing to ask them about. All you’ve heard is a rumor. And most of the time, rumors stay rumors. I wouldn’t involve my father anyway. He left that life behind decades ago. I’m not dragging him back into that. I’m a grown-ass man, and I don’t need my father for anything. He should be coming to me for help—not the other way around.”

  “I get what you’re saying,” Carter said calmly. “Just don’t want to underestimate this guy.”

  “I’m not afraid of him, and you shouldn’t be either, Carter.”

  * * *

  When I returned to my bedroom, there was a breakfast tray in the living room. One plate had been devoured, and only a few crumbs remained behind. The coffee had been drunk, and she’d used all the cream in her coffee.

  “Where were you?” She stepped out of the bedroom in one of my t-shirts, probably because she didn’t want to put the formal dress back on. And her lingerie didn’t cover anything anyway.

  Seeing her in my t-shirt only made her look sexier. I walked to the bedroom, my hands itching to take off the piece of clothing that reached all the way to her knees. I grabbed the material and pulled it over her head, revealing her naked body and her white panties. “Doesn’t matter.”

  “You left pretty quickly.”

  My arms wrapped around her waist, and I guided her to the bed. “Carter came to see me.”

  “Everything alright?”

  I backed her up to the bed, the backs of her knees touching the mattress. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

  “That’s not a good answer…”

  “He said he’s worried about Knuckles. Heard some bad things about him.”

  All the color immediately drained from her cheeks. “Does that mean he’s coming after me…?”

  The second I saw the fear in her eyes, I wished I hadn’t said anything. “No. And even if he was, you have nothing to worry about.” My hand wrapped around her neck, and I squeezed her until I could feel her pulse beat against me. This woman never had anything to worry about as long as she lived. As long as she was mine, no other man would touch her. I was the only man she would ever have between her legs. She could go wherever she wanted—because she was invincible.

  That didn’t allay her fears. “You don’t know him the way I do…”

  “And you don’t know me the way my enemies do. You’re safe with me. I promise you.”

  Her eyes shifted back and forth as she looked into mine, her breathing still escalated.

  My hand cupped her cheek, and I pressed my mouth close to hers, close enough for a kiss. “Muse.”

  Her fingers wrapped around my wrist.

  “I don’t make a promise I can’t keep. I can’t promise you happiness, but I can promise you that you will always be safe with me. So don’t think about him again. And don’t ever think about him when you’re with me.”

  Her fingertips tightened on my wrist, and her eyes became steady. She looked at me with a new ray of hope, like she finally believed the promise I just made to her. She rose on her tiptoes slightly to kiss me.

  I should pull away. I should end the kisses now. I only did it to make last night enjoyable for her, but now that fairy tale was over. It was just fucking and coming from now on. But when she kissed me like that, I felt powerless to stop it. I wanted her to keep kissing me, to keep giving me her tongue as she searched for mine.

  And I wanted to kiss her back just as much.

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