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I love having this effect on him. It spurs me forward. I unzip the side of my black pants and then slip them off slowly, my movements delivered torturously slow.
All that is left is my light pink lace panties. Cash nods toward me. “May I?”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he waits for my response.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, knowing exactly how those words will affect him. His jaw clenches, and I practically preen from the praise I see in his eyes.
Cash’s movements are disjointed as he presses closer to me, invading my space with not only his touch buthim. His scent, his electric pull, his desire—it’s all so much and yet never enough.
For a moment he simply looks at me, his hands holding my hips, his breath mingling with my own, and his eyes hold me hostage.
I wait with bated breath for him to take off the final layer. When he finally sticks his thumbs under my panties and pulls them down slowly, whiskey eyes dilate at finally having me bare.
He shakes his head, as if remembering what we’re doing, and clears his throat. “So the tassels?”
I nod as he picks one up and inspects it, pressing the clamp first on his finger, and then when he seems to have approved of the pain level, he surprises me by dropping his lips to one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth and lavishing it with attention. I’m so shocked by the feel of his mouth on me I barely register when he replaces it with the clamp, and I hiss in a whimpering sigh.
The ache between my legs grows, and I watch as he picks up the next one and goes through the same exercise. At this point I’m actively squeezing my legs as I begin to pulse in anticipation.
“Please, Cash,” I beg, and his lips pull up at the edges.
“Please what? Tell me how you want me to touch you.”
Any moment of hesitation or concern over our situation flies out the window. I’m too turned on, too strung up, and I can feel myself ready to snap like an elastic. It won’t take long for me to go hurtling over the edge, and yet as he stands just a few inches from me, I feel my body radiating and wanting him to prolong the moment. Part of the pleasure is in the wait. The anticipation of knowing how good it will feel when I finally take the leap.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I admit.
Cash’s eyes grow dark, and something snaps in his demeanor. The last vestige of his control flies out the window, and he’s stripping down before me in seconds, exposing his rock-hard erection which he strokes with his eyes on my own.
“Get on all fours on the bed,” he says gruffly, as he continues to stroke himself.
I’ve never moved so quickly in my life.
As I kneel before him on the bed, waiting impatiently, he continues to stroke himself. “You look fucking exquisite, Gracie. It’s a travesty I’m about to make that mascara run,” he warns right before pressing into my mouth.
His fingers dig into my scalp as he runs them through my hair until he reaches the end and then he ties it around his fist and pulls me forward until he hits the back of my throat. I start to gag, but this only spurs him on, and as wrong as it feels, it also makes me wetter. He thrusts in and out, and the complete loss of control, mixed with the feel of the clamps on my nipples, leaves me panting with need.
My eyes water, and I know my cheeks will be coated with black just as he promised.
“Turn over,” Cash says gruffly as he climbs across my body and settles himself between my legs before I can question him, and then he feeds himself right back into my mouth. He fucks my pussy with his tongue and my mouth with his cock, and I spiral out of control. When he slips two fingers inside me while his tongue continues working miracles, and I feel those fingers massaging backward, dragging my wetness until he circles my ass, I almost stop him. But he continues licking me with his tongue to the point that I’m actually pressing my ass against his finger and pushing him inside.
His fingers filling me everywhere, his cock in my mouth, and his groans as he eats me send me reeling. My orgasm takes me by surprise, starting on the outside and pulsing on the inside as every inch of my body explodes and warmth shoots in every direction.
“Grace,” Cash growls my name, almost as if he’s angry we’re already climaxing, “get ready to swallow.” Then he moans as he licks my orgasm from my body while I press my hands into his hips, possessively wanting all of him as he spills down my throat.
Dazed from the intense feelings, I barely register Cash kissing the inside of my thigh before he sits up and moves off me. We both sit panting in opposite directions, unable to speak.
Or at least I’m unable to speak. Cash, on the other hand, shocks me with his words. “Go to dinner with me.”
Sitting up on my elbows, I look at him with only confusion. “What?”
He smirks. “Have dinner with me,” he says slowly.
I fall back against the bed. The man is crazy. He’s taking us out of the dark too quickly…and back to a reality neither of us is prepared for. “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why? Have you already eaten?”
I let out a stilted laugh. “It’s eleven o’clock at night. Of course I’ve already eaten.”
“With H—” he starts to ask, and I know he was going to say Hayden so I lift myself off the bed and shush him.
“I’m going to go,” I say, as I grab my clothes off the floor and slowly unclip the nipple tassels. My body is still buzzing from the orgasm, and I want to leave with this high.
Cash sits up and watches me dress, his eyes never leaving my body. “Will I see you again?” he asks.
I slip on my heels and force a flirty smile to my lips, despite the fact that I feel anything but confident in this moment. Then I turn before walking out the door and croon, “Maybe.”
