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“Take me,” I urge again, keeping my head tipped back, my eyes on his as I offer myself to him. “However you need me. I can take you however you need me.”
A muscle jumps in his jaw. I think he's going to refuse me again.
But he doesn't.
I'm fully naked and he is fully clothed as his eyes rake me, shivers skating the path his eyes travel.Goosebumps pebble my flesh, and he tracks every single one.
Wet swells between my legs. I'm so hot, so achingly hot in the core of me. I can hardly breathe. Cash watches my breasts rise and fall, his dark gaze devouring me inch by delicious inch.
I make a noise in the back of my throat. It’s strangled. “Cash, please.”
Finally, with a low, dangerous growl, he breaks. I know he breaks because his big hands land on my waist a moment before he flips me around so I’m face-down on the bed, shocked into stillness. He grips my hips and he pulls back, yanking my ass into his hard front. He grinds the rough material of his jeans into my butt so hard that I can feel every ridged inch of him behind the abrasive material.
Heat flares in my core. A raging fire in my blood.
Never in my life have I been used like this—like I’m a possession, a thing. It’s oddly arousing.
In this moment, I want to be histhing. The thing that drives him mad. It's a dangerous thing to want. But I can't deny that I do. I can't deny, that although dangerous, I crave it.
Driven to move on instinct alone, I spread my legs wide, baring myself to him.
I want him to move lower. I want him to touch me where I desperately need him to touch me between my legs. This base instinct to be full of him is excruciatinglyraw, and if I were in a more clear frame of mind, I might have had the sense to hold myself back. I don’t, however, have that sense. I’ve been stripped of it, left with nothing but desire for the man behind me. My man.
Arching my back, I moan as he connects with my core, surely soaking his jeans. I don’t even have the awareness to care about that. It’ll come later. For now, I can do nothing but whimper as he grinds into me behind his clothing.
I’m about to lose my mind, I swear it, when he pulls away and cold air replaces the warmth of his body. The sharp slap of his palm against my ass ricochets in the room. Surprising us both, I don’t scream or try to wiggle away from him. I push my ass back for another, and with a growl of approval he doesn’t disappoint. He gives me three more sharp and fast slaps that send my mind blinking in and out of sanity.
Who knew I’d like this? Who knew I had a freak living deep within, just waiting to be coaxed to the surface by him?
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” I obey without question. “Is your pussy wet for me?”
“Mmmm.” I can’t form words.What are words?
“I want it dripping for me, Kitten.” He lands one more open palmed slap on my ass cheek, rubbing the sting away with that musician calloused hand.
Oh, my God, I think I'm gonna come. The pressurebetween my legs is so intense. So massive. I feel as though I'm going to fly over the edge. I'm going to combust.I'm going to burst.
“Cash,” I whimper. He growls low in his throat, and I hear the fall of his zipper. Then I feel him right there at my opening, his tip sliding through the wet.
“So wet.” He praises in a voice wrapped in sin, decadent. “That’s my good girl.”
My breath hitches as he grips the base of his dick with his big hand, moving it slowly over my slit. He only does that a couple teasingly slow times before he lines up with my entrance and pauses. My legs quiver in anticipation and my pussy throbs painfully, desperately, as he rests there, unmoving.
Large hands explore the globes of my butt cheeks, calloused fingers press into flesh as he spreads me open. I wince, for the first time making to escape him, but he holds me tight in his immovable grip.
“I’m going to have your ass one day soon, Kitten.” A moan of protest or desire—I’m not sure—slips from my throat into the sex-scented air. “I’m going to stretch it with my finger, and then my dick, baby. And you’re going to scream and moan for me. I’ll make sure you want it so bad, Kitten.” He looses a strangled groan. “Fuck yeah, baby, you’re dripping wet. Soaking your thighs.” He hisses a sharp sound as his thumb strokes the rosebud and my body tenses. “Not today, but soon,” he promises, his voice dropping to adangerous deep. “I’ll know all the parts of you. I’ll have been inside all of you.” His finger moves slowly down the length of my spine, and my back arches like a cat, seeking his touch. More. “Fuck, you’re exquisite.”
“Cash,” I beg for what must be the millionth time. I’ve been stuck in this agony of want for too long. “Please.”
He lines the tip up with my entrance once more and I roll my hips back as a shudder of sweet anticipation pulses through my body. A sound of heady desire trembles from his chest to fall between us, and it’s so delicious, so perfectly meant for me—because of me—it wrecks me. Devastates me. Signs-the-contract-for-my-soul-in-bloodclaims me.
With no warning at all and one violent thrust of his hips, he's inside me. He groans, his fingertips biting into my skin as he holds himself rooted there.
And then he loses control. All control.
He fucks me like an animal.
It's the first time he hasn't made love to me.I freaking love it.
