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“Fuck yeah, Wrenlee, touch that cunt for me, Kitten.” I knew I was one for dirty talk in books, and if I had to guess if Cash was that man, I’d have screamed a solid, resounding yes. But to hear it from him now, like this—sweet heaven—I’m converted.
Dirty talk all the way for this girl.
His hips thrust as he grips my hair tighter, slamming his cock down my throat as I gag, only to pull back and do it again and again. It’s exquisite torture I’dsentence myself to eternity just to hear the noises he makes when he hisses breath, grunting in pleasure.
He stills abruptly, the underside of his dick on my tongue throbbing, the vein swelling. “I’m gonna cum and I want you to swallow every drop, and then I want you to lick your lips clean, understood?”
I nod, my belly tightening as he slides his dick over my tongue again. The motion is slow and even, his eyes are on my face, watching me, taking all of me in. “Keep those eyes on mine, Kitten,” he commands, and then he thrusts. I suck hard, curling my lips over my teeth and loving the sound he makes as I add a little pressure to his shaft as he pumps. I’m driving him as wild as he drove me, watching him fall apart, his mountain of composure crumbling away bit by bit, and I love it. Every moment.
I’m depraved. I haven’t even had sex and I can suck dick like a goddess, if the look on his face is anything to go by.
He lets a sound of pure, aggressive male pleasure loose as his cock jerks in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as hot cum shoots from his tip. I swallow, determined to be his good girl and do as I’ve been instructed and swallow every last drop. Only when I do, my throat constricts around his sensitive tip, and he growls a ragged sound that ignites another swell of desire inside me as yet another burst of hot cum spills into my mouth. When I’ve swallowed every drop hehas to give, he pulls his cock free and shoves it back into his sweats, eyes carefully fixed on me. Assessing.
He thinks I’m going to crumble, run away crying.
I’m determined to show him I won’t.
As I was instructed, I make a show of licking my lips, adding a throaty, “Mmmm,” for affect.
It affects him, all right. Because with an unrestrained sound of pleasure, he drops his mouth to mine and kisses me deep. I’m sure he tastes himself on my tongue, but that doesn’t stop his from stroking mine—from devouring me.
When he pulls away, his hand is gentle as it cups the side of my face. “Good girl.”
I smile proudly. I can’t help myself. “Thank you.”
His eyes shine and the corner of his lips twitch. “Did you like it?”
I nod. “I think it’s one of my new favorite things.”
His eyes scan my body, there’s curiosity in the depths. “It turn you on, sucking my cock?”
Somehow, after everything we’ve done together, my cheeks heat. Shyly, I admit, “Yes.”
“I need to make you come again?”
His eyes chase my tongue as I wet my lips and I nod. “Please.”
“Fuck me, you’re perfect.” And then he’s pushing me back on the bed, his mouth already tugging at my breast.
Cash didn’t make me come one more time. He didn’t even make me come two more times. No, the man gave me three more orgasms, pulling the last from a place so impossibly deep inside me, I think he fractured something. Something crucial to my ability to function. Something that left me drifting into the black void of a dreamless sleep.
I’m not sure what time it is now, but I’ve been laying, unmoving on his bed for the last half hour, limp as a wet noodle.
I can hardly think, and I’ve slept off the effects of Cash’s—um—talents.
Goodness, what had I done?
And how, after all that happened between us last night, was I still a virgin?
In all the ways Cash made me come undone at the seams, he never once entered me with his cock. He never even tried, didn’t even ask. I find it peculiar—odd, even. Isn’t that the end goal? I’m inexperienced, but isn’t it the norm when two people start to fool around, that the end result—the event they both work toward—is actual sex? What man is happy with pleasuring a woman multiple times and refusing to take more himself? Not even asking for more?
I’m going to have to Google. Or maybe I’ll joinsome smut support groups online. That ought to help me unravel the enigma of man that is Cash Jagger.
Peeling my eyes open, I find that the lamplight is off and there’s only darkness beyond his curtains. It’s still night. How long did I sleep? Clearly not long, because I still feel depleted from the orgasmic ecstasy, he put me through. Slowly, cautiously, I push Cash’s arm from my waist and slide to the edge of the bed.
Bending, I pluck my shirt from Cash’s floor and slip it over my head. I swear, I don’t even breathe as I tiptoe across his room to the door, my panties left behind on his floor. I don’t breathe until I’m in the hall, scurrying like a mouse in the dark back to my room. I’m almost there when I feel no longer like the mouse, but instead, like the rabbit in the sight of a wolf.I sense him.
A thrill chases along my spine and my steps quicken, but it’s no matter. I’m swept up in strong arms, my body slamming against a bare, solid chest.
