Chapter 25 #2
“Face forward,” he commands, and I obey.
For several seconds, he pulls away, depriving my senses and revving up my nerves while I wait.
The soft hum of the heating vent is the only sound.
Then I flinch as he slaps his cock against my waiting pussy.
I huff out a breath, craving another. Slap.
Another hard breath that twists into a moan.
Another slap, but this time he drags the head of his cock down the seam of my pussy, parting me.
It’s driving me wild. Too horny to wait, I shift my hips back, taking his tip inside me.
Caught unaware, Cash lets a jagged grunt slip past his lips.
The sound only builds my pleasure. He palms my ass cheeks as he pulls slowly out of me.
“I thought I was in control,” he says.
“You weren’t moving fast enough. If you want control, take it.”
“That’s how you wanna play it, huh? Okay, sweetheart.”
He slams into me, deep and hard, his hips hitting me with bruising force and pushing a delighted cry out of my throat. Pausing only for a moment before he pulls out. A hand glides up my spine and pushes me down.
“Face in the pillow.”
“Like—”
“No,” he says when I move to straighten my legs. “Ass in the air.”
Is it a coincidence that his desires are exactly what turn me on, or can he see right through me, read everything I want via my body language and the sound of my breathing? Pulling the pillow close, I lean down and rest my cheek against it.
His hand is heavy on my lower spine, molding my body to his liking. “Just like that,” he murmurs as I arch my back. “Like you’re presenting your pussy to me.” He shifts behind me, and then my breath catches in my throat as he pushes inside me, and I understand exactly why he wanted me this way.
Pulsing heat radiates from deep within me, and my eyes pinch shut. A sound I don’t recognize snakes past my lips, a long, animal moan that conceals nothing.
“No man’s ever hit it like this, has he?
” Cash’s voice surrounds me. “I knew it.” When I draw breath, it’s a shuddering cry that shakes my shoulders.
Cash holds my hips tight, hitting me deep when he thrusts again, keeping that delicious angle.
“Now gimme your hands. I’ll make it even better for you. ”
Without hesitating, I put my hands behind me.
He pins them there in the curve of my back, his fingers binding me, and that slight shift in angle changes everything.
“Fuck,” I whisper, almost choking on the word because the fire inside me takes my breath away.
That’s where I let go. Melting into his capable hands, I watch him through hazy eyes and immerse myself in every sensation he delivers.
He may be the one in control, but just barely.
Need is painted all over his face, in the way he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, in the strain of his jaw and the half-lidded eyes that drift hungrily from my face to the place where he’s fucking me.
His beautiful skin shines with exertion, the curls that frame his face damp and wild.
So sexy, so powerful, and yet so completely at my mercy.
My knees shake, my body turning to jelly.
The cheap linen chafes my cheek every time he slams into me, not that it matters because pain doesn’t exist now.
Only fiery heat and burning pleasure. He smiles as my short little cries build on top of each other, turning to one endless moan as my orgasm threatens to spill.
“You want my fingers on your clit, baby?”
“No.” My voice is high and desperate, my eyes squeezing shut. “Just keep doing exactly what you’re doing.”
He obeys but adds a slap to my ass that he must have known would be my downfall.
With an animal screech that burns my throat, I crumble into orgasm as Cash delivers perfect strokes.
When the stars behind my eyelids clear and I force them open, he reaches down, gracelessly gathering my hair in his fist, and yanks.
“That was fucking beautiful,” he says darkly.
“It was,” I sigh. “And now it’s my turn. I want you to come in my mouth.”
He freezes, his body still inside mine. “Georgia?”
“You heard me.” I flip over eagerly, as hungry for his orgasm as I was for my own. “I know what I want. Let me have it.”
Uncertainty melts into lust on his face. “Fuck, I love you, Georgia.”
He straddles my hips and cradles my head up off the floor, fingers woven through my hair. When I slide my tongue past my lips, ready to taste his orgasm, he growls at the sight.
He jerks his straining cock, his arms trembling like he’s been fighting this all along and can’t fight anymore.
Every breath he lets out is a moan. Then he releases a dark, masculine cry, painting my face and tongue with chains of his warm cum.
Whoever said this is a humiliating act didn’t do it with Cash Hartnell, because there’s nothing in his eyes but pure reverence.
Mouth wide open, he thrusts rhythmically into his fist while his orgasm drips down my cheeks and he soaks in every detail.
Then his head falls back with a massive sigh.
Afterward, we take full advantage of the walk-in shower and rainfall showerhead, washing each other clean, laughing, kissing.
“This night was perfect,” Cash says as we stand with our slick bodies pressed together and steam wrapped around us. “Thank you.”
“Well, I didn’t do much but provide the cherry on top of your sundae. The rest of the night was all you.”
He shakes his head. “The rest of the night would have meant nothing if you weren’t here to see it.”
My heart swells. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I’m only sorry I never got to see you play the game you love.”
His brows gather, his eyes clouding over. “Me too.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard. “There’s not much I love with all my heart, but the game is up there.”
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen sadness on his face. “You’re free to do anything you want with your life.” My heart aches as I trace a finger over his tense brows.
But under my touch, he softens, catching me around the wrist and bringing my finger to his lips to kiss it. “Then again, who am I to complain? I won it all when I won you, Georgia. My whole heart is for you.”