Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 60978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Cash,” I cried, tugging at his hair. “Oh, God!”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, his beard glistening with my arousal. The sight alone nearly pushed me over the edge. “Let go, lil’ Liza,” he murmured against my inner thigh. “I got you.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me again, more insistent now. He slid one thick finger inside me, then another, curling them to hit the perfect spot while his tongue worked magic against my clit. The dual sensation overwhelmed me. I felt myself climbing higher, teetering on the edge.
“Cash, please,” I whimpered, tugging at his shoulders. “I want you inside me. Fuck me.”
He rose above me, his powerful body caging mine against the mattress. The sight of his eyes dark with desire and his muscles tensed with restraint, made me ache with the need to come. He reached toward the nightstand, fumbling for a condom.
I watched him tear open the foil packet with his teeth, my heart hammering against my ribs. This wasn’t like before. The desperation and pain didn’t drive my need. This was deliberate. A choice. Us choosing each other.
Cash positioned himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my pussy. “You’re sure?” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
I reached up to cup his face in my hands, pulling him down for a kiss. “Absolutely.”
He pushed forward slowly, stretching me in the most delicious way. I gasped against his mouth as he filled me completely. Cash remained motionless for several heartbeats, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling.
Then he moved, setting a rhythm that had me groaning with each thrust. Cash watched my face as he moved within me, adjusting his angle until I cry out in pleasure. “That’s it,” he murmured, his Tennessee drawl thickening with desire. “Let me hear you, darlin’.”
My usual reserve crumbled under his attentions. I heard myself making sounds I never had before, desperate little whimpers and breathy moans that seemed to drive Cash wild. With every surge forward of his body, my clit scraped against him, stoking the fire until I writhed beneath him.
“Cash,” I breathed, feeling pressure building low in my belly. “Need… to… come!”
“Me too, baby,” he growled, his rhythm faltering slightly. “Come for me. Wanna feel you milkin’ my fuckin’ cock so fuckin’ hard.”
His words pushed me over the edge. The world contracted to a single point of white-hot pleasure radiating outward and consuming everything in its path. I cried out his name as my body clenched around him, wave after wave of sensation filled me to bursting. All I could do was hang on to Cash for dear life.
He followed moments later, his face buried in my neck as he groaned my name like a prayer. His body shuddered above mine, within mine. We remained locked together, neither willing to break the connection as our breathing gradually slowed.
When he finally rolled to the side, he took me with him, keeping me close against his chest. I could hear his heart thundering beneath my ear, gradually returning to its normal rhythm. His hand stroked lazily up and down my spine, raising goose bumps in its wake.
“Thank you, Cash. Thank you so much.”
Cash pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “No, baby. Thank you for takin’ a chance on me. I swear I won’t let you down.” He groaned, clearly unwilling to move, but there was the condom to deal with. He padded to the bathroom, snapping the light on as he did. When he returned, it was with a wet cloth. To my embarrassment, he insisted on cleaning me up before leaning in to kiss me gently once more. He then tossed the cloth in the direction of the bathroom and climbed back into bed beside me.
We lay facing each other in the rumpled sheets, our bodies intertwined. Cash’s heavy-lidded gaze studied my face as if memorizing every detail. His hand moved lazily up and down my bare back. The silence between us felt comfortable. Outside his window, the compound had quieted for the night, the occasional distant rumble of a motorcycle the only reminder of the world beyond this room.
“What are you thinking about?” Cash asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet space between us.
I smiled, caught by the simple intimacy of the question. “That I should be more freaked out by this than I am.”
His eyebrows raised slightly. “And why aren’t you?”
I considered the question, allowing myself to really examine my feelings rather than deflecting as I normally would. “Because it feels right,” I admitted finally. “And not much has felt right in my life for a long time.”
“What do you want from this, Eliza? From us?”
The directness of his question should have sent me retreating behind my walls, but something about the vulnerability in his expression kept me present. “I don’t know exactly,” I confessed. “I just know I want there to be an us.”