Page 25 of Cash

I flipped her to her back, shoved her legs wide, and like a starving man, I devoured her. Her spicy musk filled my senses.

“Cash,” she moaned.

I took that as encouragement and speared my tongue deeper.

She groaned, lifting her hips higher, taking more of what she wanted.

There was nothing hotter than a woman who let go and demanded her pleasure. That woman being Lore was insanely sexy. I ate my fill while she writhed, whimpered, and chanted my name until her legs trembled and the sounds she was making turned pleading and desperate.

“Cash,” she growled when I lifted my head.

I dodged her hand trying to find purchase to shove my face back between her legs.

Fuck yeah, I totally got off on Lore’s brand of sexual encounters. But she’d soon learn she could take as much as she wanted, but it would be me giving it to her.

I hooked the back of her knee in the crook of my elbow and surged forward. Like her cunt had a homing beacon to nirvana the head of my cock found her and with one hard thrust I drove home.

Tight, wet heat wrapped around my shaft so snug my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.

Heaven.

Or as close to heaven as my black soul would ever get.

It took longer than I was willing to admit for me to get control over my body. Or more to the point, not blow my load before I moved. This was made harder when Lore wrapped her free leg around my hips, dug her heel into the small of my back, and groaned, “Ohmigod.”

With only the dregs of my control I slowly pulled out before I slammed back in.

“Hard.” Her hand went to my ass, she engaged her nails, and threatened to pierce my skin if I didn’t comply with her demand.

For the second time that night, another battle raged—a race to find those seconds of ecstasy when your mind blanked and there was nothing but blinding pleasure.

Lore moved with me, keeping in sync with my punishing rhythm, holding on tight with her limbs while her cunt held on a different way. With each withdrawal, her walls tightened, fighting to keep me, each hard drive in the tight, wet heat threatened to unman me.

The feel of her was out of this world. In a moment of complete lunacy, somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized I’d never had better. It wasn’t just the way she could take a solid fucking and wordlessly demand more. It wasn’t the aggression, the violent way we’d connected, not the pain, not the fight for control. It was something bigger. The unsaid knowledge of a shared need—we were the same. Kindred spirits that would never admit we were connected. Two people who unfeelingly wandered around. Aimless. Disconnected from emotions. Locked in a bitter cycle of self-protection.

“So good,” she groaned.

Her hand moved between us, sliding down between her legs.

Hell no.

I balanced on my elbow, grabbed her wrist, and yanked it up, pinning it above her head.

“Cash,” she grunted. “I’m close.”

“You’re not in control of this.”

She struggled to free her hand. When that didn’t work, she bucked her hips and dug her nails deeper.

“Let me⁠—”

“You are not in control of this,” I repeated.

“Fuck you.”

I lowered my head, bringing my lips to hers. “No, baby girl, I fuck you. You come when I want you to come and I damn well don’t need your help getting you there.”

She let out a sexy growl of frustration before she threw down her challenge. “You can’t get me there without my help.”