Page 13 of Cash's Treasure

Her eyes are glassy when they lock on mine, and her sultry gaze alone is enough to send me to the edge, but I refuse to tip over. I drop my hand back on her ass and grip her perfect mounds as I start moving, slowly at first.

Perhaps I was a bit rough last night, and this time, I could be a little gentler with my girl, but . . .

Fuck, there is no way to make this gentle and romantic.

We are in a dimly lit alley with my jeans bunched around my ankles, her skirt around her waist, and her tits out and bouncing as my aching cock pulses inside of her tight pussy. My body is strung tight with the need to rut her like a beast. No, there is no way of making this anything more than two desperate people fucking like animals.

“Harder, Cash,” Kayla implores, echoing my thoughts, and like with everything else when it comes to this girl, I listen.

“You’re mine, Kayla,” I rasp, pulling back before railing into her so hard, she cries out in pleasure. Her fingers dig into my shoulder and no doubt leave a bruise, but neither of us can think past the pleasure when I start driving my cock into her. Her tits shake with every impact, her breathing growing choppier as I pump into her in rough, unmeasured moves. “Anyone else who touches you is a dead man.”

“Yes!” she cries, her eyes unfocused as I thrust into her.

“Mine. Going to fill your little cunt with my seed and send you back in there to get your stuff with my cum trickling down your thighs.”

“Oh, God!” she whimpers, her sex pulsing around me as I buck into her wildly. My fingers bite into her skin as my hips slap against hers. The sound is obscene, but it sends my spine twisting and balls aching with the need to come.

“So close,” I gasp, my eyes locking with her perfect brown ones, and I easily read the desire in them. The same desire I want to see every morning when I wake up for the rest of our lives. I want her to always look at me the way she is right now, and when we are well into our old age, I know I will still want her like I do now. She’s it for me. “I love you.”

I don’t mean to say the words so soon or under such circumstances, but I don’t dare take them back. I have loved this girl for months. Hell, I fell for her the second I met her, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. Perhaps some dirty alleyway is not the right spot for such a confession, but it’s no less true.

“I love you,” I repeat for the hell of it, the words sounding even more right the second time.

Her sex cinches hard around me, and she seizes for a moment before she starts trembling uncontrollably against me, her lips parting on a cry as she climaxes, taking me by surprise. I barely have time to grasp what just happened before my own orgasm hits. I bury my face into her neck with a hoarse growl, slamming hard into her as I spill my seed into her womb. Her sex pulses hotly around mine, milking me of every drop until I am spent and our bodies relax.

“Oh, my God,” she breathes, her arms tightening around my shoulders even when I let her legs drop. “I’m sure everyone heard us.”

Oh, I have no doubt about it, but I don’t care. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. No one will know it’s you,” I assure her, much calmer now that I’ve had an outlet for my emotions.

“I’m not embarrassed,” she says, but when I push back to look at her, it’s to find her cheeks flushed. “Okay, I am a little embarrassed, but that was hot. We should do it again,” she adds shyly.

“We will when we get home, but first, you and I need to talk,” I say firmly, straightening our clothes. “Now go get your stuff. I’ll be waiting by my bike.”

Kayla bites her bottom lip as she buttons her blouse, and I am tempted to push her back against the wall and take her again, but I hold the beast at bay. I can wait a few minutes to jump her again for Christ’s sake.

She starts to leave but stops before she goes far, turning around to face me. Her beauty steals my breath away, and not for the first time, I question how I was lucky enough to land someone as perfect as Kayla.

“Do you want me to walk you in?” I offer when I notice her hesitation.

She shakes her head, her blond hair whipping about as she does so. “I just . . . I want you to know that I love you too,” she whispers, her soft voice proving to be my undoing. “You’re the most important person in my life.”

With those words, she turns around and disappears into the night, leaving me frozen in place, unable to move a muscle. I craved the words from her but never expected to hear them so soon, and now that she’s uttered them, I realize I am a goner.

There is nothing I would not do for this woman.

Chapter Six

Kayla

I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, or maybe it’s just my imagination. The latter is probably true, but my cheeks warm as I cross the bar. The heat on my cheeks only grows when I feel something warm tickle down my thighs.

Going to fill your little cunt with my seed and send you back in there to get your stuff with my cum trickling down your thighs . . .

Oh, he hadn’t been kidding. Cash took my panties and stuffed them into his jacket, leaving me to walk bare beneath my skirt, my sex dripping his seed. Just the thought alone is enough to have my sex clenching with need.

I want him . . . again.

How the hell I went from never kissing a guy in my life to craving my best friend and wanting to ride his cock all the time is wild to me.

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