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I’m terrified and yet I’ve never felt quite so alive.
What am I doing?
“You wet for me, Kitten?” he rasps darkly, and if I wasn’t before, with those darkly naughty words I most definitely am now.
What is wrong with me? I’m broken.He’s shattered me.
“I—” He moves closer, and I feel the hot, impossibly hard press of his arousal through his sweats.
He wants me.
Cash Jagger, lead singer of Devils Heartbreak, and surely the man responsible for an ocean of tears,wants me.
How is this happening?
“Let me make you feel good, Wren.” My shortened name on his lips is the blade that cuts through the last lingering shred of right and wrong I possess. His rough hand dips lower, fingertips traveling south before they connect with the trimmed curls of my sex. “Ah, fuck,” he groans, pushing his hand lower. Nerves shoot through my body and instinct has me slamming my legs closed, but with his knee between mine, I’m helpless against the pursuit of his calloused fingertips that stroke tremors from the deepest crevices of me.
His index finger finds my slit, and he hisses sharply, “Soaked.”
“Cash,” I whimper his name.
I’m too lost to this—to sensation—to care.
Pressing between the slit of my lips with his index finger, he invades my mouth a second time with his tongue. He’s not slow about his exploration. It’s no secret he’s done this plenty before, and clearly thinks I’ve notched a few holes into my own belt as he strokes me with just enough pressure to set off sparks behind my eyes.
Inside my chest, my heart pounds violently. My body shakes beneath his, so small under the large, heavy mass of the man above me. My mind is fractured, the pieces pulled in every direction as though called by a thousand magnetic forces lightyears apart.
He finds the bundle of nerves at my sex, swirling with the tip of his finger. My body practically climbs up the lounge chair as powerful sensation rips through me and I cry out an incoherent plea for more and less and more andI’m so confused.
Cash claims my mouth again, intoxicating me with whiskey kisses, seducing me with cinnamon heart nips. He’s an expert in all things to drive a girl wild.Who would have thought a kiss could turn into this?
He swirls his fingertip again and something hot and painfully intense builds inside me. I make a noise I’ve never made—didn’t even know I could make—and Cash says something I can’t make out. Then, without any warning at all, he pushes his hand lower,and I feel him press two thick digits deep inside me as his thumb connects with my clit. White hot light erupts behind my eyes as I arch my head back, crying out at the pinch of pain that quickly transitions into wave after wave of pleasure. He grunts, “So tight.”
My hands connect with his chest, and I fist his sweater, shoving him away even as I pull him closer. My mind and body are at war, and my body is winning.
I kiss him harder, crying into his mouth. He swallows every pant, devouring every moan as he continues to pump his fingers deep inside me, pressing his thumb into the button of my clit in a maddening rhythm that very well might be the ruin of me. My body begins to tremble as the man plays me like an instrument, fingers strumming the cords of me to a tune I know I’ll never forget and never replicate no matter how long I live.
He thrusts his fingers deep, pulling a cry from my chest before he curls his fingers upward and strokes back.
That thing he’s been building inside of me erupts in a blaze of blinding light. It’s a bomb that detonates in my core. The explosion so intense, so painfully exquisite, I can’t help but cry out as my body jerks beneath him and I bury my face into his neck. It doesn’t take long to come crashing down from my high as reality settles over me like a deadly weight.
I’m suddenly incredibly sober and painfully aware of the mistake I’ve just made.
My reality settles over me like ice water as I stare up into his lust-filled eyes. He watches me, studying my horrified reaction with confusion that twists into what I’m sure is frustration as he pulls his fingers from between my legs.
I can’t look at him as I push him away, scurrying from the chair and escaping into his house. I don’t stop running until I slam my bedroom door behind me.
Then, I cry.
nine
Cash
What the fuck?
Never, not once, have I given an orgasm to get that reaction from a chick. I’m not sure what to do. I’m pissed. Because, seriously, what the fuck? She’d been into it. Little body writhing under mine, hot and breathy. She’d gone from sweet to seductress in seconds, arching into my chest and moaning breathy little moans. The girl could tease a man like no other, shoving me away and pulling me in only to do it again and again. My head swam and my dick ached. I swear, like it was my first time, a little cum slipped out when she shattered. Her tight little pussy clenched so good around my fingers; I could onlyimagine what she would feel like around my dick. Hot and wet and so damn tight. So good.
I want to fuck her, I admit.
