Chapter 153

Chapter 153
Crew's pov

This girl, goddamn.

She is dirty and agreeable to anything, and so fucking responsive. The sounds she makes, the way she arches against me, as if she can’t get enough. When I went down on her from behind, her pussy was soaked,drenching my face as I ate her.

Fuck, I’d do it again. Right now, if she let me.

I took a risk, touching her asshole like that after she milked the orgasm right out of me. I wanted to test her. See what she was up for. I’m probably moving too fast.

But her pussy clenched up on me when I touched her there. She squirmed and whimpered and practically begged for more when I kept it up.

My little former virgin is up for anything.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

Once we get cleaned up, we end up lying in my bed, lazing the rest of the afternoon away. She eventually grabs the lipstick and goes to the mirror above my dresser, bending over to watch herself carefully as she applies the deep red shade.

Her ass is sticking up in the air and I can see the sweet shadow of her pussy in her pose.

My cock rises to the occasion, eager to get back inside. She turns to face me, rubbing her ruby red lips together, the lipstick still clutched in her fingers. “What do you think?”
“Hot as fuck,” I say, my gaze on her tits.

She knows where I’m staring because she rests her hand on her hip, a frustrated noise leaving her. “I’m talking about my mouth.”

I level my gaze on her made-for-sin lips, painted a deep, rich red. “Come over here and wrap them around my dick. Then I’ll tell you what I think.”

Laughing, she caps the lipstick and sets it on the dresser before she saunters over to the bed. When she gets close enough, I grab hold of her, pulling her on top of me. I’m about to kiss those pretty lips, but she dodges away from
my mouth.

“I have a plan,” she practically purrs.
“What is it?”
“I want to try and do the same thing I did last time.” When I frown, she explains, “I want to kiss you. Leave lipstick imprints on your skin. You said this shade would show up better, remember?”

I do remember. Wait until she sees what else I have in store for her.
“Okay.” I open my arms wide and let them fall by my side, as if I’m helpless. She repositions herself, straddling me once again. She touches the ring—her ring—that hangs on my chain, her expression thoughtful.

“Do you want it back?” I ask, knowing what my answer will be if she says yes.

A firm no.

She slowly shakes her head. “He already knows. I've lost it already.”

“You lost it?” Which is true.

She lost it—her virginity—to me.

“He got really mad. And it made him go crazy.” Lily says sadly. “What would he do if you told him I had it?” I ask back.
“Rip this right off your neck.” She traces the gold chain.
“I wouldn’t give him the opportunity.” My smile is smug. I could take Richard Carter. That man doesn’t scare me. I’ve had to deal with my father and uncles my entire life. Those guys would slay Richard dead.

“Ooh, you’re so tough,” Lily teases.
“You like it.”
“I do,” she whispers before she leans in and presses her mouth to my chest once. Twice.
A few more times.

I bend my head down, watching her leave her mark, pleased to see the red lipstick show up, vivid against my skin. She leans back, studying her work, her lips curled up in a closed-mouth smile.

“I like it.”
I lift my gaze to hers. “You’re a little weird, little Lil.”
“I don’t think you mind though,” she says, her cheeks turning a faint pink.
“I like anything that makes you happy.” I reach for her but she leaps off my lap and grabs her phone. “You sure your dad won’t find these photos?”
“I’m positive.” She nods. “I changed my password.”
“What ?”
“Oh, I’m definitely not going to tell you.” She aims her phone at me, taking a few steps closer to focus tightly on where the kiss prints are. “This is going to look good.”

“And you said you didn’t want to recreate it,” I murmured.
She frowns. “Recreate what.”
“The photos you took in Vermont.”
She blinks at me. “I guess you are.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I want to do your back next,” she says as she checks out the photos on her phone. “Oh, this looks amazing. Just how I wanted it to.”
“You know what I want to do?”
“What?” she asks, her gaze still on the photos.
“I want to see those bright red lips wrapped tight around my cock.”

Her wide-eyed gaze lifts to mine. “No photos, right?”
I would love photos. I would never share them with a soul.

Only her.

“If you don’t want me to take your picture, then I won’t,” I say.
“I don’t.” She slowly shakes her head, and I nod.
“It's fine.”

And I also realize in this instant, just as she dips her head and wraps those red lips tightly around the head of my cock, that I want her trust more than anything else in the world.

How did she get past the iron fortress and worm her way into my heart in such a short period of time? I was the one who refused to believe in relationships and love and all the bullshit that comes with it.

When you’re in a family like mine, you witness fake love on a constant basis.

With the generations before us, marriages were made as business transactions.
Powerful families coming together and becoming that much more powerful.

Hell, it still happens. Look at my sister, married to a man because of our family name and his.

I don’t want a fucking merger. I want someone I can laugh with. Someone who’s admittedly a little different and likes to press her lip-sticked mouth to my skin.

A sweet, innocent girl who has a dirty mind like Lily.
I push her hair away from her face so I can watch. She has no idea what she’s doing, but it doesn’t matter. Her enthusiasm more than makes up for any lack of experience.

She grips me tight and licks me like a fucking lollipop. Swirls her tongue around the head before she envelops it completely with her mouth, sucking on it. Making slurping sounds that make me clench up, knowing the end is already coming closer.

Damn this girl. Despite her inexperience, she makes me come faster than anyone else ever has. Is it because I care about her too much?