Page 13 of Dirty Money

I grab her neck and pull her down to me for a kiss, and she follows my lead. I pour every bit of my feelings for her into that connection until I feel her tremble in my arms.

"You drive me wild, Jason." She says, pulling away from our kiss.

She starts riding me faster and faster, and she caresses her tits, delighting in the pleasure. I place my hand where we are joined, and I start circling her clit with my thumb. That brings out her moans, and I feel my balls begin to tighten.

"God, Jason, I'm so close." She says, leaning her head back.

I start thrusting harder every time her body meets mine, and I marvel at how sensual she is. She's like a goddess. Then I feel her channel start to convulse around my member, and I know she's starting to climax. I want it to last as long as possible, so I just keep thrusting and teasing her nub with my thumb.

She screams my name to the high heavens, and I follow with my own release. My hot cum paints her insides, and I wish she weren't on birth control so I could breed her. Her pussy's flutters slow down around me, and she collapses on my chest. We're both sweaty and breathing hard, and all I can do is put my arms around her and hold her close.

We stay like that for the longest time and then I get up to go to the bathroom. I bring back with me a warm, wet towel and clean my lover between her legs. She looks at me with adoration, and I know I'll do anything to keep that look in her eyes. I return to bed, and she offers me her back so I can spoon her. It takes us a while but we finally let sleep take us, leaving our troubles for the next day.

Chapter 6

Amber

Ispent the day with Gemma and her con artist friend, and he confessed to everything. Jason is now helping him figure things out with the authorities so he doesn't do a shit load of time for hustling my bestie. I'm back at my apartment getting more clothes for my sleepover with Jason tonight. Last night was a dream come true for me. It almost slipped out of me that I loved him. But it's too soon, and I don't want to rush things.

Suddenly, there's a loud banging at the front door. A chill goes down my spine, and I just know that it’s Bradley out there. I'm so glad Gemma stayed with Jason and Murphy and is not here right now. I don't know what to do. My first instinct is to text Jason. He’ll know what to do.

All I'm able to send is a quick 911 to him, and then the door bursts open. Did that asshole break my door down? I was almost out of the bedroom when I realized my innate fighter was not equipped with any defense against a big man like Bradley. But I'm no coward, either. So I'm not going to hide. I look out the doorframe and see him in my living room, thrashing and throwing things around.

"Amber! Stop hiding from me. I know you are in here. I saw you come in."

I stay silent, but I'm trembling.

"I lost your little private detective a while ago. Did you think you could get away with not giving me my money?"

"I'm not giving you anything!" I shout. Way to go, Amber. Poke the bear, why don't you?

I hear a deranged kind of laughter come out of him. He's really lost his mind.

"Actually, you're going to give me double now what I asked just because you stayed away that extra week, and you’ve pissed me off with the damn PI."

I don't know what to do so I lock myself in the bathroom. Before I know it, he's banging on the door, and fear fills me. I look around for any weapon that I can use to defend myself, but I don't find anything. I reach for my phone only to realize I left it on top of the bed. There's no way for me to call Jason again or even the police.

Bradley starts ramming the door with what I assume is his shoulder, and the door is not cooperating. I back up against the wall and jump when he finally breaks open the door. I have no time to think when he rushes me and grabs me by the neck. He squeezes tight, and I struggle to breathe.

"Now listen, you bitch. I want my money. Where did you find that PI that is following me?"

I gasp and slap his hand so he will stop strangling me. He flexes his fingers again, pushing against my trachea, and then lets go just enough so I can answer him.

"A friend is helping me."

"You are going to regret doing that. At least you didn't go to the cops."

No, I didn't go to the cops, which was a shame. I should have never even entertained the idea of paying this piece of shit any money. But I was scared and made the wrong decisions. Right now, however, I needed to stall until Jason came. Please come, Jason.

"How much did you make on the tables in Vegas?" Brad snarls.

"I didn't win anything. I got caught. Things are different now. They know how to spot cheaters."

"So you've had me waiting all this time for nothing? Damn you."

He slaps me on the cheek hard. My lower lip tears on impact, and I feel blood trickling down my chin. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me towards the bedroom. He pushes me on the bed and picks up my phone. Grabbing my hand, he uses my thumb to unlock the device.

"Let's see who this friend is."

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