Page 23 of Cash's Treasure

“You have no idea just how much I would do for you, Kayla. You’ve driven me to the fucking edge with your perfect body and tempting face.” I reach under her skirt and grab her panties, yanking them down her thighs before tearing them completely off her. “I can’t think straight around you, baby.”

“Want you too,” she whispers, her fingers going to my shirt when my hands leave hers to unzip my jeans. I let out a shaky breath when she slips her fingers through the parted shirt, gliding them up my pecs and over my shoulders. I am panting by the time I take my hard cock into my fist.

“Mine,” I grind out hoarsely, pushing her legs apart and settling between them before rubbing the head of my shaft over her wet pussy. “Look how hard I am for you, baby. I’m aching with the need to fuck your tight little hole, rut you so hard, and get you pregnant.” I feel her grow wetter by the second, her pussy slick with my precum and her own arousal. I rub my cock between her slick folds, gathering the dampness before guiding it to her entrance.

I drink in her dazed expression as I slowly slide my cock into her wetness, groaning deeply at how fucking tight she feels wrapped around my shaft. I drop my forearm above her head when I am fully seated inside of her, clenching my jaw hard to stop myself from spilling immediately into her pulsing sex.

“I love you,” I tell her, bringing our mouths together in a slow kiss that has my heart aching with love for this girl. She whimpers, moving her hips restlessly under me as I start fucking her in slow, measured moves that grow fast and fevered when she digs her nails into my lower back, urging me to move harder and faster, all without saying a word. The kiss quickly turns into a press of lips, her labored breath mingling hotly with mine as I thrust into her like an animal. We lose ourselves in the feel of skin against skin, her tits bouncing with every rough drive of my cock.

“Close . . . Oh my God, I’m so close, Cash,” she whimpers, clawing my back feverishly as I pound furiously into her, and when I drop my hand between us to work her clit with my middle finger, she jerks against me, her pussy cinching hard around my cock. I take her lips in a kiss to mute her cries as I rock into her harder until I am coming inside of her, spilling an endless stream of my seed into her womb.

“Mine,” I whisper against her lips as I pour my soul into the girl. Driving faster and harder into her sweet cunt until we’re both wiped. “You’re my forever, Freckles.” I pant, pushing back to stare down into her beautiful eyes, and I fall even deeper in love with her.

“Yes,” she breathes, eyes unfocused and a lazy smile on her lips. “And you’re mine.”

I sit up and draw her to my chest, wrapping my arms around her much smaller body, loving how she fits perfectly with me. “Are you okay?” I ask her when her head drops to my shoulder.

“I’m fine,” she answers, nuzzling my chest. “Now I can tick hooking up in a seedy motel off my bucket list.”

A laugh bubbles up in my chest, and I figure with the mood lightened, it’s probably time I told her the truth about her mother. I push back from the embrace to look at her. “Did they say what they wanted from you?”

“No,” she responds, shaking her head. “They probably think I have some money stashed somewhere.”

“Well, you do,” I tell her.

Her brows lift in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Kayla, your mother left you a trust with a lot of money and assets tied to it. Your stepfamily probably just found out and were going to use you to access it.”

Her jaw drops, and she stares at me for a full second as she slowly attempts to make sense of my words. “I . . . My dad never told me.”

“Maybe he had no idea either, or he was planning on telling you when you turned twenty-two, which is when you can access it.”

Her eyes fill up with tears that she blinks away. “Are you sure? She did this for me?”

“She did,” I tell her, brushing my lips over her temple. “She was already planning for you to live your dream way before you had any idea what it was.”

Kayla nods, dropping her forehead to my chest. “I bet she didn’t anticipate loving you would become my dream.”

“You're mine too, Freckles.”

She sniffs back a small chuckle. “Okay, let’s go home and start living our dream then.”

I press my lips to her forehead, my heart full of love. Before Kayla, I never dared dream of anything beyond money and how to make more of it, but this love for her, nothing comes close.

Nothing ever will.

Epilogue

Three Years Later

Kayla

“You’re boyfriend’s here.”

My eyes shoot up to catch sight of the tall handsome man walking into the restaurant, his eyes seeking me out, darkening once they spot me seated at one of the empty tables. I bite my lips as a flush climbs my neck, and suddenly, he becomes my sole focus.

“It’s my husband, Lana. Get it right.”

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