Page 12 of Cash's Treasure

Something worse could have happened. I could have lost the one person who means the world to me, and then what?

“Fuck!” I shout, punching the side of the dumpster in frustration since I can’t vent my anger on either of the nameless men’s faces. Kayla gasps, grabbing my hand before I can do it again, her voice panicked as she steps between me and the offending dumpster.

“Stop, Cash, please,” she begs, cupping my jaw with her free hand. “Please don’t be mad, they’re not worth it.”

“I was late,” I grind out. “If I’d arrived earlier—”

“No, it’s not your fault,” she cuts me off, clutching my injured fist to her chest. “Please don’t punish yourself for this. I’m not hurt, I swear it.”

Her words should be all I need to hear to calm down, but they have the opposite effect.

Her eyes are teary and pleading as they stare up at mine, and it chips at my heart. I have so many questions for her, but at the moment, all I can think of is the fact that someone dared put their hands on her.

I can’t move past that.

Kayla must read the conflict in my eyes because she leans up and brushes her mouth softly over mine, a moan escaping her when our lips meet.

“Freckles . . .”

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispers breathily, licking at her lips, and that’s all it takes for the beast in me to take over. I can tell she’s trying to distract me from my anger, and . . . it’s working.

With a rough growl, I take her mouth with mine in an angry kiss. She whimpers, her lips parting for my hungry tongue as I slide my mouth hotly over hers, drinking up her flavor and scent like I am a drowning man and only she can save me.

“Stop me, baby,” I rasp against her lips. “Stop me before I take you right here where anyone could walk by and see us.”

“I don’t want to.” She breathes shakily, a tremble rocking her body when my hands drop to her blouse and I start unbuttoning it. Her breath catches when my fingers flicker over the front clasp of her bra, barely stopping myself before I tear the satin material off her body.

I want . . . No, I need to be inside her right now. My dick is iron hard, pushing against my fly with the need to take this girl in the hardest way. I’m barely clinging to my control, her response to my touch only making it harder for me to do so.

My kryptonite.

“I’m going to fuck you in an alley where anyone could walk by and see us. Are you okay with that?” I say, possessiveness lacing in my voice. She whimpers when I push her bra cups aside to reveal her perky tits, my left palm fondling her pale globes roughly as I watch her flushed face. “Anyone walking by will know exactly what I’m doing to you.” Her back arches when I pinch a pink nipple between my knuckles and tug gently. My eyes drop to her chest, my mouth watering with the urge to lean down and taste the buds. “They’ll hear you moaning my name.”

“I . . . I don’t care,” she manages, a tremble racking her body when I lean down and suck her nipple lightly into my hungry mouth. “I . . . I want that, want them to know. Need you.”

“Good,” I say after releasing the wet nipple with a pop then brushing my thumb over the damp bead. “Because I need to be inside you, Kayla.”

I drop my hand to her thighs and tug the hem of her work skirt up to her hips before slipping my hand between her legs. A rough moan builds up in my chest when I slide my middle finger over her panties to find them soaked.

Her breath saws in and out when I slide my finger into her panties to her slick folds. She bucks against me when my middle and index fingers rub circles over the sensitive nub. She wraps her arms over my shoulders and pushes needily against my hand when I slide a thick digit into her wet hole.

“Fuck, baby, how can you still be so tight,” I say between clenched teeth, fighting with everything I have to not come in my jeans as her tight sex pulses hungrily over my finger. “And so fucking wet, you’re practically dripping down my fucking hand.”

“Need you,” she hums dazedly, whimpering when I withdraw my finger before yanking down her panties. I tear them off completely and stuff them into my jacket pocket. My hungry eyes stay on her as I unzip my jeans and push them down, along with my briefs. She gasps and clings tightly to me when I lean down and wrap my hands under her thighs, lifting her completely off the ground. Our breaths mingle hotly with each other as she wraps her legs around my waist.

My mouth collides with hers in a hot feral kiss when I pin her to the wall, holding her up with one hand and using the other to guide my swollen cock to her sex. She whimpers against my lips when I press the tip of my erection over her trembling pussy, rubbing the crown over her and gathering her arousal.

“I don’t care how loud you are or who you attract with your moans,” I rasp against her lips. “There is no stopping me from taking you hard and rough once I start.”

“Yes,” she answers hoarsely, her body trembling against mine and practically begging for my cock. Her pussy quivers when I bring my shaft to her hole, and that’s all the warning she gets before I plunge my thickness into her tightness.

Fuuuck. Oh fuck!

Her back arches and lips part on a scream as I impale her to the wall.

I almost go blind from the pleasure that shoots up my spine, her snug sex pulsing hotly around my cock makes it so hard for me to not spill immediately. She’s so fucking tight, it’s like our first time together all over again; it’s a miracle I manage to hang onto my control.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

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