Chapter 5 #2
His lips curl up into a wicked smile. “You feel so fucking good, city girl.” His nickname for me, combined with his dirty words, sends electric thrills through me, lighting up every nerve.
When he starts moving again, I almost cry out from relief. He sinks deeper, bottoming out with a final, hard thrust that steals the breath from my lungs.
“That’s it,” he says, his breath hot against my neck. “Such a good girl, taking me so deep. Can you feel how you fit around me? So. Fucking. Perfect.”
His praise sends a shiver through me, making me clench harder around him, even as a flush of shyness warms my cheeks. I don’t know what I should say or do, but just like everything else with Cash, I don’t overthink it.
“You feel so good.” My voice wavers a bit, but the way he looks at me, like I’m the only woman in the world, has me melting into the moment. “I’ve never…” I bite my lower lip, and a moan slips out when he moves his hips. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
It’s the truth, and even if Cash doesn’t realize exactly how I mean it, it doesn’t matter. My words seem to fuel him. “Oh yeah?”
I don’t even have time to nod before he pulls back, almost all the way. “I plan on making you feel a whole lot more than this before I’m done with you.”
I open my mouth, but there’s no time to respond before he slams back in with enough force to take the air from my lungs and bounce me backwards.
There’s no time to recover as he sets a rough and unyielding rhythm. Deep, relentless thrusts that make my breasts bounce with every impact.
The slap of our bodies coming together fills the cabin, mixing with our ragged breaths, Cash’s grunts, and my moans.
He’s so big, stretching me to my limits. Every thrust feels deeper than the one before it. I can hardly believe my body is not only taking him, but demanding more and more.
He feels incredible. Each stroke winds the coil of pleasure deep inside me tighter and tighter, pulling sounds from my lips that I’ve never made before. I couldn’t hold back for anything in the world.
“You like that, don’t you, city girl?”
"Yes. Oh, yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, tentatively at first, then more boldly, meeting him thrust for thrust, my nails grazing down his back as I lose myself in the all-consuming sensation.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” he teases, his voice strained with his own building release.
He reaches around and pulls my hands away from him, pinning them above my head with one massive palm.
The stretch pushes my breasts up and out. He dips his head, pulling one nipple into his mouth, with a sharp tug that makes me cry out, and a rush of heat floods my pussy.
With his free hand, Cash reaches between us and circles my clit with strokes that are equally rough and gentle and have me squirming with need.
“My good little city girl wants more, doesn’t she?”
I nod my head frantically, desperate for more. His dirty words fuel my desire.
His finger hovers over my clit. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes.” The word is hardly more than a breath. He still doesn’t touch me. I try to lift my hips up to grind against him and take what I need, but frustratingly, he still holds himself back.
“You want me to fuck you until you’re seeing stars?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Cash. Please.”
His lips quirk up into a wicked little grin. “Told you I’d make you beg, city girl.” And then his finger presses straight onto my clit as he slams back into me.
His fingers work in time with his hips. The pressure builds fast. White-hot and relentless, I feel like I might explode.
I arch up against him, totally lost in the sensation of him claiming me completely, every nerve singing with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Cash. Never. Stop.”
He growls, thrusting deeper, harder than I can comprehend. “That’s right, city girl. Take all of me. Just like that. Good girl. Scream my name when you come.”
That’s exactly what I do. His name rips from my throat as the orgasm crashes through me, my walls pulsing around his thick length.
It’s shattering, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced or could have possibly imagined. It goes on forever, wave after wave of exquisite pleasure ripping through me until I’m breathless.
He follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick inside me, his cock twitching with every pulse.
I have a fleeting thought about birth control, but it’s far too late to think about that. Besides, I know my cycle. It should be fine.
We collapse in a sweaty tangle, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, his forehead drops to mine, and we breathe together until finally our breathing slows.
Cash rolls to his side, pulling me against his chest, one hand possessively cupping my ass.
“You okay, city girl?” He strokes the hair from my cheek and tucks it behind my ear. “I wasn’t too rough? I got a little caught up in—”
“No,” I stop him. “It was…” I swallow hard. “So good.”
“Cowboys do it better,” he says with a flash of his eyes and a teasing grin. “Best you ever had then?”
I nestle closer, my heart still racing as I trace lazy circles on his chest. “Yes,”I say truthfully, my voice still a little breathless.
He chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek. “That so?”
“Well…” I bit my lip, fighting back a little smile as I look up at him through my lashes.
His eyes narrow slightly, the grin slipping from his lips. A mix of realization and something else—possessiveness? Pride?—flickers across his face. “Well… what, Kali?” his voice drops lower, more dangerous, and his grip on my ass tightens.
I shrug, determined to keep it light. After all, it’s not a big deal. I mean, not really…
“It’s just…I don’t exactly have much to compare it to,” I admit finally.
Cash goes still for a moment, processing what I just said. I can feel the exact moment it clicks. His whole body tenses, and when he does, his voice is rough. “You don’t have much to compare it to, or anything?”
The answer must be in my eyes.
“Fuck, Kali. You’re telling me that was—”
“My first time,” I finish for him, ducking my head slightly. “Surprise.”
“Fuck.” He squeezes his eyes and shakes his head for a moment before snapping them open. Cash tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes are intense. A storm of emotions churning behind them. “Why didn’t you tell me? I never would have…fuck."
“That’s why,” I tell him. “I didn’t want you to hold back. I wanted you. All of you. Just the way it was.”
“I would have been more gentle.” He shakes his head. “Shit. I wouldn’t have—”
“Exactly.” I reach up and cup his cheek. His stubble is rough under my palm. “It was perfect, Cash,” I tell him honestly.
A slow smile spreads across his face as he takes in exactly what I’m telling him.
“Is that right?” He tugs me closer, his thumb tracing lazy patterns on my hip.
“Well, city girl,” he murmurs against my hair.
“You still have a few days before you leave. You’ve been for a horse ride, you’ve been fucked.
” Fresh heat flares between my legs at his dirty words.
“Any other firsts you want to take care of while you’re here? ”
There’s something about the way he says it that suggests he’s not upset about my admission. Quite the opposite. And if I didn't know better—and I do—there’s something else in his words, too. Something I can’t let myself think about.
I feel my chest tighten at the reminder that I’m only here temporarily. Never mind the fact that I have a story to write.
It should be a sharp reminder of the lines I’ve not only crossed, but leaped over. Instead, I prop myself up on one elbow, trail a finger down his chest, and say, “What else have you got in mind, cowboy?”