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“You want me to fuck you until you understand that you’re mine?” he growls, moving closer and pulling my legs apart so that he can kneel between them.
I’ve never been spoken to this way. I’ve never wanted someone to speak to me this way. The demanding, controlling, dirty talking coupled with the way he is looking at me has me moments from coming.
Cash slips the skirt of my dress above my thighs and with two fingers pulls my panties down to my ankles. He lifts one foot up and presses a soft kiss on the inside of my ankle, causing goosebumps to dance up my leg. Then he slides the white lace thong off my other leg before bringing it to his face and inhaling.
“You’re already wet for me,” he whispers before throwing the panties on the floor. A moan moves past my lips as he trails kisses up my left leg. “I need you naked,” he commands.
I pulse in anticipation.
When he offers me his hand, I take it and sit up on my knees. Then he reaches around my back, pulling me close, and his lips brush soft wet kisses against my neck which have my nipples pebbling and my thighs clenching.
“Perfect,” he whispers, as he brushes my hair to the side, unzips my dress, and slips it off me, revealing only my white bra. When he finally frees me from my bra, I feel a sense of relief as air hits my nipples.
In that moment, Cash doesn’t look down at my breasts. Instead, he meets my eyes and whispers in almost utter astonishment, “You’re so beautiful, Gracie.”
My stomach clenches, and the breath catches in my throat. The gentleness that he exudes with that simple statement, so far from the controlling man he was moments ago, stills me, making me question who I’d rather have here. But I guess that’s the wonderful thing about Cash. He’s both of those people and he’s mine.
For tonight, every perfect inch of him is mine. “Naked, Cash. I need you naked.”
Cash works the zipper and frees himself from his pants as I slip the shirt off his shoulders. His muscles are stiff below my fingers, and I trace each ab in the same way he moved his hands over me in the car.
I’m memorizing him. The way he feels, the way he’ll taste, the way he moves closer to me, and the way the air buzzes between the two of us, keeping us in a constant state of want. Cash’s hand moves between my legs and his finger traces my slit, as he watches my face for reaction. I tilt my head back in ecstasy as he slides one finger in, and he moans as if I’m the one pleasuring him. “So wet, Gracie, so ready for me.”
I snake my hands around his hips and pull down his boxers, freeing his erection and licking my lips. Cash pushes me back onto the bed and opens my legs, and then his hand splays across my thigh, holding me steady as he stares down at me.
“Do you know how many times I’ve gotten off this month just remembering your taste?” He licks his lips as he dips his head, but before his lips meet the sensitive space between my thighs, he raises his eyes and says, “First, I’m going to make you come on my tongue because it’s all I’ve been thinking about, and then I’m going to feel you squeeze my cock. And then we’re going to start again.”
His warm breath tickles as his lips whisper against me. I whimper because I’ve lost my ability to speak while waiting for the ecstasy of his mouth on me. He moves back up my body, his lips trailing kisses up my stomach, then across my nipple, and finally ending at my neck where he sucks the skin hard, causing my pussy to buck up at him, begging for attention. His hand pushes me down and he licks the outer ridge of my mouth until I open my lips for him. Then his tongue moves into my mouth, and he kisses me with promises of ecstasy as he finally moves his fingers between my legs, beginning torturous circles against my clit and inside my pussy that have me grinding against his hand.
When he lifts his finger out of me, I groan, and he smiles at me right before taking his finger into his mouth and closing his eyes. “Just like I remembered, fucking perfect.”
I think I just died.
My eyes roll up to the ceiling as he slips my legs over his shoulders and maneuvers between my legs, pressing his tongue against my throbbing clit. He works me over slowly and then moves quicker until I’m writhing against the sheets and begging for him to enter me. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs against my pussy, his breath teasing me and sending shivers through my entire body. “Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this since the last time you dripped on my tongue.” I come at his words, and he licks harder, kissing each pleasurable ounce right out of me.
His steel-hard erection presses against me, and I am wet with desire. “I need to taste you, Cash, come up here.” He looks up at me, surprised, but follows my direction, climbing above my face and holding onto the headboard while I take him in my mouth. My pussy throbs, and the taste of his sex on my tongue has me out of control. I take him deeper and feel powerful when he groans. I’ve never wanted to swallow so bad in my life.
But he doesn’t give me the satisfaction. Within seconds he’s pushing off me and reaching for a condom. “I need you, Grace,” he says, meeting my eyes as he sheaths himself. When he crawls between my legs and nudges against my opening,he stares at me. “This means something to me. You mean something to me.”
I nod my head and close my eyes as I wait for him to move forward.
“Look at me,” he begs, and I bite my lip as I feel emotion taking over. I shake my head and he stills. “Grace, look at me.”
I pause a moment, trying to steal a bit of courage, and then slowly open my eyes. Cash leans down close to me, and with his lips grazing mine, he says, “I’m crazy about you.”
My chest hurts as I whisper back, “This means something to me too…It means everything, Cash.”
Before I can finish saying his name he pushes into me, stretching me bit by bit, until I fit his size and sigh erotically.
Cash looks down at me, pride evident on his face. “Oh, you take my cock so good, Angel.”
I wrap my legs around him and pull him down, wanting his full weight, wanting him as close as I can have him, and he groans into my lips, likely surprised at my complete surrender. “That’s because your cock is perfect,” I whisper back with a smile. “You inside me is perfect.”
And it is. It feels perfect. He feels so perfect inside of me that I almost want to cry.
Heat burns the back of my throat, my chest is tight, and goosebumps ride up and down my arms, all because this man is so much more than a one-night stand.
I can feel it, he knows it, and I’m totally screwed.
