PUSH: Ultra Alpha MMA Badboy Mafia Romance (Southside Brotherhood Book 2)

by Wyatt, Dani

  She gulped him into her throat another inch at the same time and he was done to the dust.

  “Fuck yes, god.” He felt his dick turn diamond hard and offloaded the first of his hot cum shots in her slick, hot mouth.

  Her hands came around to pull his ass forward, his shy little imp suddenly becoming the most beautiful cum whore he’d ever seen. Her eyes widened with every hot spray, but she swallowed in earnest and held him tight, even though she gagged softly, and white opalescent liquid mingling with her saliva on her lips and chin.

  Flynn couldn’t believe when his legs shook, and he felt like his heart stutter. He’d never come so hard, and it took a good, long moment before he could even draw in a full breath.

  “Jesus, babe. You just blew my damn mind. You okay?” He sounded winded, but he needed to check on her even as the last jolts of intensity rocked through him.

  She was trying to hold the full boat load of white froth in her mouth, and he gave her a moment, loosening his hands on her head and reverently brushing her hair back in place.

  It took her a good three swallows before she drew the back of her hand over her lips and gave him an innocent grin.

  “I’m fine. Was that good?”

  Jesus, she has no damn idea just what that was. Good doesn’t even come close.

  “Come here.”

  He pulled her hands; he wanted to feel her, full and soft against him.

  Her lips still glistened, and he wanted to taste her. Taste them. He leaned down and she darted her lips to the side.

  “Wait —”

  His little angel thought maybe he wouldn’t want to kiss her now, with his seed on her tongue. Only assholes took that short stick, everything about their sex lived in-bounds as far as he was concerned.

  He was on her lips in a blink, his tongue teaching her just how he felt about tasting anything about their sex. From the sounds she was making in his mouth, it was making his little kitten rally for round two, which Flynn was all about. He certainly had a fuck ton of other ways he wanted to take her, an endless playground of ideas swirled in his dirty-as-fuck mind.

  The way she curved into his hard lines only made him hotter for her. His hands had an agenda, and his fingers were quickly strumming in the soaking slit between her legs, and she started to moan and go weak against him.

  “Babe, you want more?”

  “Do you?” Her voice trying not to sound too interested.

  Flynn laughed, his smile spreading like lightening, and he kissed her forehead and raised her chin.

  “You will never have to ask me that — ever. Yes, always more, blanket statement. I will never turn you away, guar-an-damn-teed. I’ve got you so bad, babe; there’s no rehab long enough to get the Jones out of my bones for you.”

  “God, you are full of it, you know that?”

  “No, but you’re going to be. Full of my tongue and my dick.”

  She shrieked with a giggle and a scream as he flipped her like a doll, face down onto the bed, her hands pushing on the mattress, barely holding her balance.

  “God! You’re crazy.”

  “Ass up, head down, babe. Get used to this position, it’s going to be one of my favorites. I can see that right now. Because this is a world class view.”

  He brought a loud smack down on her already pink cheeks as she filled the room with more shrieks and giggles.

  His tongue found its rhythm as he spread her soaking slit for another round of enthusiastic oral wonder. There was no force strong enough to convince him he would ever get tired of her taste.

  Before long, her head was between her hands against the bed, and her hips were taking him on and dancing back, fucking his tongue while he licked her from the back.

  There was so much slick juice coming from her, he drank and swallowed and dreamed it would never stop. Her thighs shook with another orgasm when he sunk two fingers deep inside and curled around while he sucked down on her swollen clit.

  Her voice cracked, and she gushed. She was still shaking when Flynn’s cock took point and sunk back inside the depths of her wonder, sending the noises coming out of her another three octaves higher.

  “OH my god, Flynn — that’s too deep.”

  “You’re okay, babe; I won’t hurt you.”

  Flynn watched the glory of her ass cheeks while he peeled her apart, sinking in and out, listening intently to her noises to be sure they didn't sound the pain alarm too loud.

  Sure, she was yelping and jumping. He didn’t bottom out, but her pussy was teenage tight, and he knew she was sore from the last round, but within a minute, her hips caught his dance and began to rock back into him.

  “You like that, babe? You like that cock deep now?”

  “Um hmm.” He moaned into the bed.

  He lifted her hips, cocking them to give him a bit of a different angle before he drew back for another inch of her.

  Flynn took her until she clenched on his dick and rocked out another scream of her climax. After that one, she was almost crying, and he was inside enough she was on her tiptoes trying to stay the pain, and he knew it was time to draw back as much as he wanted to go full bore.

  “Babe, you’re okay. Come here.”

  He flipped her around, the look on her face something between drunk and euphoric.

  “You still with me?” He gave her a smile as he spun himself into place against the pillows, bringing her with him, pressing her legs apart, so she knew she was still going to take his dick. Just now, he could watch her.

  “Yeah.” Her forehead fell into his shoulder.

  “Good girl. Come here.”

  His hands guided her hips and his dick stood at the ready, damn insatiable demon would take her any way he could. The thought of watching her on top of him, taking her tits in his mouth and marking her while she rode him sent another rush of blood to the steel.

  “Down, take me inside you.”

  She did as she was told, one hand shaking as she guided his swollen head to her entrance, gasping and slipping down slowly while her eyes fluttered, and Flynn thought he’d touched heaven.

  His sweet baby-girl found her inner perv, because as soon as she got his length inside her, Flynn positioned her to grind her open slit into his hard lower abs, helping her hips find the rhythm while he took mouthfuls of tit, nipping on the hardened peaks until she drenched them both.

  “Good girl. Take my cock, babe. It’s yours. Take it how you like it.”

  She heated up another twenty degrees, and her hips went wild. Flynn did his best to hold on around her waist, but the little filly had decided to come into her own.

  Watching her in her glory like this had his balls ready to volley round two, deep inside her slick heat. But, she was so utterly beautiful like this, he wanted to freeze this moment in time — the way her body moved on him, her hair a mile down over skin front and rear, her back pulling into a bridge, and her hands light on his shoulders.

  Perfection. She’s completely perfect, and I’m perfect inside her. So tight, so wet, all fucking mine is all my mind can keep thinking. I’m not a jealous fuck, but I’m territorial as hell about what belongs to me, and she sure as shit is mine. No fucking doubt.

  She lost herself in the moment. Her body rocked, and then she exploded. Silent screams coming and her body started shaking and twisting, as Flynn drew his hips higher to take in the moment. Her pussy undulating and clamping on him until he thought they would both pass the fuck out.

  Her thighs closed on his hips, her arms around his neck and he loved the way she clung to him in her moment. Completely his, utterly safe, and it was the pinnacle of his life having her like this. He even loved the sting as his sweat drifted into the grooves her nails made in his flesh.

  Her eyes stared, unfocused.

  “I’ve got you, babe. You’re okay.”

  She wasn’t just whimpering, she was flat out crying into his neck, and he coursed his hands up and down her shaking back, his cock still hard and mighty inside her.


  He knew she was done. That poor pussy was going to be bitching at her later. So when she quieted, he guided her down onto the bed, making sure to kiss her long and loving until her breathing returned to normal, and she didn’t look like a lost street orphan anymore.

  As much as he wanted to sink his seed into her, he knew she’d reached her limit. It was his responsibility to keep her safe and within her limits, and he needed to prove that to her now.

  If his greedy-ass dick had its way, it would be a very different outcome, but thankfully a few brain cells were firing, so Flynn took himself in hand and climbed over her, one hand bracing himself against the wall, the other giving his ready-to-blow dick a few strokes.

  “I want you to hold it this time in your mouth, hold it and show it to me. Okay, babe?”

  She nodded as her lips opened.

  Sweet mother of sex gods, she’s the damn Athena. All innocence and willing siren swirled together. She’s got me by the damn balls, I’m going to grow a damn vagina around her, I can tell.

  Lilly’s tongue moved over her bottom lip as Flynn’s hand took control, gripping and guiding the last pumps until his cum shot onto her lips, her tongue and her cheeks, but she never winced or faltered.

  Her eyes smiled as she held his essence, showing him.

  “Fuck. Good baby-girl. Good girl.”

  The head of his cock dripped three more times, and he gave her the go ahead to swallow, watching her take more of him into her body, only searing her into his heart even deeper.

  They rested, him curling her into him under the quilts until he felt his cock start its demanding again, but he sunk into her from behind this time, slow. Making love to her with his hand working her clit from the front until they both came again together, not even thinking that he was sending his cum into her womb. The realization fell but it only made the cage he wanted to build around her close even tighter as imaginings of taking root in her sent him farther into beast mode.

  By that third round, he could tell she was wicked uncomfortable. She kept shifting her hips, and it was time to take care of what was his.

  He found the bathroom. Luckily the water heater was still working and he got her into a warm bath, soaking her and gently taking care of her wounded kitty until she stopped yelping whenever the washcloth touched her.

  “God, it didn’t really hurt this much before. But, now, gaawwdd. It will get better, I hope. You are not a starter size, you know.”

  “It will. You’ll be okay. I’ll give you a few hours of rest.”

  She tried to laugh, but he saw the fear in her eyes.

  “I’m kidding. Maybe a couple hours of sleep. Then, we’ve got to talk about what’s going to happen here.”

  “I have to go to work.”

  “Don’t tell me what you have to do, got it? I’m not saying you’re not going to work, but I am saying you need to watch the way you say things, okay?”

  “This is going to be a bumpy road; I can see now.”

  “And that just means you’re going to have a red ass more often than you’d like. I won’t get mad, but I will get what I want and give you what you need. I won’t retaliate, but you won’t break me down. So, it’s your ass on the line.”

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Before the sun was up, Lilly was already panting and wondering how she was ever going to get through the day.

  When Flynn took her, it was his body but, even more so, it was his mind. She felt an almost constant tension between her legs and deep in her stomach. It was both pleasant and terrifying.

  Right now, he covered her. His warmth and the hardness of every part of his arms and shoulders caught her eye. The blue-black ink moved over each muscle and tendon as he held himself, his hips working wonders as he seated himself inside her.

  “Babe, look at me.” His face came up from where his teeth marked her yet again. Her shoulders, neck and breasts were dotted with red and purple marks from his nips and bites.

  How is this possible? That I would allow someone to do this to me? But, it’s everything. I want it. I want him. All of him and everything he has for me. I’ve never been so under control, so at peace, and yet so whipped into a fury. When I look in the mirror, I don’t know who I see, but when I look at him, I am completely sure of who I am.

  She’d asked him questions, and he’d gladly answered each one. His face would turn from playful to stern in a glance, and it had her belly doing fourteen kinds of cartwheels when he looked at her.

  “Babe.”

  Lilly looked up from the pillows. He’d just flipped her over again after taking her in the shower and then slipping out of her to feast between her legs until she begged for him to stop. His answer was this, to throw her legs behind the crook of his arms and guide that massive shaft into her soaking snatch.

  His face was a sight. Completely truthful, with no illusions or facade. He looked at her with a lust and a connection that she only knew of in books. But, when he told her she belonged to him, that she was his in every way, she felt the truth of it from her toes to her nose, and he was showing her that now.

  “Does that hurt?”

  He shifted his hips, then came forward and Lilly couldn’t help the little gasp and neck arch that followed.

  “Yes, a little, but it’s good. Don’t stop.”

  Between the crazy spanking last night and the teeth, something in her felt like it was waking. A rumbling, dormant volcano was beginning to show signs of life.

  He fucked and made love to her, and they were very different yet neither better than the other. He gave her time, asked her how she felt, yet he still took her without permission and it was wondrous.

  Their bodies seemed to fit like some long lost puzzle pieces, his hard angles forging perfectly into her soft lines. He was a knight in some kind of flesh armor, and she’d never seen a man so physically magnificent.

  His lips parted, just right and glistening, offset with the harsh angles of his chin, the cuts, and battle marks from yesterday and so many years, giving his face the depth of his story. Even his flaws were sexy.

  She tightened around him as he played some magic trick on her with his body, pushing into her until she thought she could give no more, and then pressing flesh to slit, spinning that wonderful warmth that started in her toes.

  “Oh god.”

  Lilly let herself go; she’d lost any self-consciousness with him. He’d smacked her ass twice more, just quickly, when she’d try to cover herself or made a comment about how she may not be the prime specimen.

  Another ripping orgasm tore through, her voice raw, and Flynn’s eyes stuck to her like a sharpshooter on his target when she came. He seemed to get more joy out of her pleasure than his own.

  Even through her spasms, she heard his moan and felt the swell of his flared head. He slipped out of her, and she automatically opened for him. Feeling and tasting him had become her nectar, and never in a million years did she imagine this would be who she was.

  I’m sort of his cum slut. Wouldn’t mother be so proud?

  She broke into a smile both because she loved seeing him come, seeing how she pleased him, but also at the strange thoughts that danced in her mind at the oddest times.

  “Fuck, yes. God damn — swallow, babe. You can swallow it.”

  Flynn arched over her, straddling her tits as the last drops fell from the cleaved slit, and his body glistened with his effort.

  He’d been true to his word, and she could not think of a spot on her body that his lips and tongue had not discovered and explored since last night. Even now, he lowered himself and feasted again at her lush body.

  “I have to go.” Lilly swatted the back of his head as he started to descend below her belly button.

  “Just a little more.” His muffled voice came from somewhere between her legs.

  “Ahhh! God. I. HAVE. TO. GO.”

  She could hear his answer, and it was his tongue in her already crazy wetness. He had no shame and made her feel like the most desirabl
e woman on the planet.

  Lilly pulled her legs against his ears and let out a pained, uncomfortable laugh.

  “Pleeease.”

  Her fingers twisted in his hair, and she felt him relent.

  “Fine. But, you remember what I said? Right? Get to work, text me. Leave for lunch, text me. Anyone unfamiliar around, the goons show up, Gideon, Colin, anyone, you text me or call me on that phone, which better be fucking charged.”

  “Yes, yes. I remember.”

  “Don’t be snotty, this is important, and you gave me what I needed to take care of you, remember? I told you it was your choice, and you said yes. So, get used to this. I’m going to want to know everything. I’m going to take care of you, but that means you have to bring me everything. Even insignificant shit you don’t think is important, I want to know. Got it? You are mine, remember?”

  She should want to laugh at him, smack him and tell him to go fuck himself. But, the truth was, when he’d laid it out for her last night, she had agreed, and she’d felt completely safe and cared for, for the first time in her life.

  “Yes. It’s all up here.” She tapped her forefinger to her temple and pulled her lips sideways.

  “Don’t be a smartass. That will get your ass another swat. Now, come on, quick bath and I’ll drive you to work. I’ll see about that car today. The family mechanic and I are friends, so he may be able to get over here and tow it, and I know he won’t squawk to anyone.”

  Flynn gathered her to stand, his tall body pressed into her back, his arms dangling around her neck as he walked her forward, kissing her ear.

  Just before he stepped them into the bathroom, he pulled her tighter back into him and stopped their forward motion.

  “You will be Mrs. Dunleavy. You will just never be Mrs. Colin Dunleavy.”

  “Wait, I’m sorry, did you just ask me to marry you?” Lilly tried to crane her neck around to see his face, but he was already working that twilight-magical spot on her neck with his lips, and she couldn’t stop the moan.