Page 9 of Cash's Treasure

There is no teasing, no caressing or easing me into it, just a ravenous man who warned me of his insatiable hunger.

I don’t even get the chance to feel embarrassed by the vulnerable position I’m in or how much of myself I am exposing to a man who, up until this moment, has never even kissed me, and now, he’s nuzzling my sex, licking at my arousal.

He groans deeply at the first brush of his tongue over my trembling sex, the sound sending a rush of warmth flooding my already wet core.

“You’re fucking drenched, baby,” he tells me, his eyes locking with mine as he leans down and drags his wet tongue between my folds, collecting my arousal into his mouth, and my breathing grows choppy, both from what he is doing to me and the way he watches me as he does so. His stormy gray eyes are so heated, they threaten to suck me into their dark abyss, and heaven knows, I am weak to resist him. “I’m going to rut you hard and bare, flood this hot pussy with my cum, and mark you inside and out.”

My cheeks flush at his words, but soon, I don’t have the capacity for that emotion either with the way he rakes his hands up my thighs as he laps at my pussy, the hot slide of his tongue on my sex sending a shudder racking my body and pressure building up in my abdomen.

I moan hoarsely and thrash under him when he flicks his tongue over my clit and bathes the sensitive nub in fast strokes. My thighs jerk around his head, and I move restlessly, pumping my hips against his teasing tongue and chasing the delicious feeling that builds with such intensity. My body starts to shake with the need for release, and he must feel how close to losing it I am as he closes his hungry lips around my clit and lightly suctions the sensitive bud, and that is all it takes for my entire world to explode.

“Cash,” I sob as pleasure shoots through me from the roots of my hair down to the tips of my toes, causing me to thrash about wildly and see whole galaxies behind my eyelids even as his unrelenting tongue continues to work me, drawing out my orgasm.

I don’t know how long it lasts. Two minutes? Ten? Maybe even an hour, but it feels like an eternity before my body slowly descends from the highest point I have ever been. To think that my best friend did this—

I call out to him; this time, my voice is soft and needy. With dark, predatory eyes, he climbs up my body. I shudder at the feel of his naked body pressed against mine. He must have undressed when I was lost in my pleasure, but I don’t stop to ask when his delicious weight presses down on me. It’s something I never knew I needed. The hard press of his erection against my thigh should terrify me, but all it does is send excitement rocking through my chest.

“Mine. You’re mine, Kayla” he growls a second before his lips part over mine in a kiss that has my toes curling in pleasure. My lips part in response, and I moan deeply when I taste myself on his tongue. His kiss is hot and desperate, our shallow breathing mingling hotly as he slants his mouth hungrily over mine. A needy pulse starts to build up in my sex when he drags a fingertip over my nipple, molding his calloused palm roughly over my breast.

“Cash,” I whimper into the kiss when I feel his erection nudge my wet folds, and a sliver of doubt filters in for the first time. “I don’t think . . . Will it fit?”

“It will,” he promises, brushing his lips gently over mine as he pushes the head of his shaft into my tight channel, and I gasp at the unfamiliar stretch. “This cock was made for you, baby.” I clasp onto his shoulders and brace for the pain I’ve heard about, but it doesn’t come. “I promise it’ll only hurt a little, but I’ll make it better for you.”

His body is drawn taut, and I can hear the pain in his voice as he holds himself back, which makes me fall for him a little more. This man has always looked out for me, taken care of me like it’s job, and has gotten nothing in return . . . I want to give him this.

I want to make my best friend feel the happiness he gives me. Bring him the same pleasure he has so selflessly brought to me up until this point.

To him, I will give the only thing I have. Myself.

So I lift my hand to his jaw, looking into my gentle giant’s eyes and letting him see that I will only ever belong to him. “Want it,” I whisper, my eyes locked with his stormy ones. “Want you.”

Cash lets a strangled roar before thrusting his cock fully inside of me, and I bury my face in his neck as pain shoots through my core. I dig my fingers into his back as I try to make sense of what exactly I am feeling. There is pain, but it’s fading fast, and taking its place is something . . .

Overwhelming.

“Lord above, baby, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” Cash grinds out, voice tense. “I could fucking come just from your tightness alone without moving a muscle.” My heart clenches when he brushes his lips over my ear. “Talk to me, Kayla.”

“I’m okay,” I respond, my voice coming out breathy. I shift my hips, try to adjust to the fullness his massive cock has me feeling.

“I want you so fucking bad, baby, but the thought of hurting you pains me. I can stop if too much—”

“No,” I cry, dropping my hands to his lower back and pulling him tight against me. “Don’t stop. You promised you wouldn’t.”

“Fuck, the things you do to me.” He studies my face as his hips start to move, pumping his cock slowly into me, and I can feel the strain he’s putting on himself with the way he’s holding back, but I don’t want him to hold back with me. Never with me.

I want all of him. “Take me,” I whisper, dragging my fingers up his muscular back. “Don’t hold back. Want you to—”

My mouth parts on a soundless scream when he slams into me with such intensity, it cuts me off. My eyes roll back at the pleasure that shoots up my spine, and I can tell something in him has shifted.

Cash pushes back to lock eyes with me before he starts really fucking me. He doesn’t hold back as he wraps his arm under my thigh, sending him impossibly deeper into my sex, and all sense of gentleness slips from his eyes.

“Mine,” he growls deeply, his hips lifting and slapping down hard on mine, burying his thickness into me and wrecking me. I cry out when his thumb dips between us, and he strums his middle finger over my sensitive nub, the hot friction sending me back to a point of heightened pleasure that threatens to explode, and this time, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.

“Too much,” I sob as the pleasure continues to build with every hard thrust. I claw at his back desperately. “Oh, I . . . Too much. Cash!”

He quickens the movement of his thick digit on my clit as he hammers his shaft faster and harder into me until I am begging for the sweet release, and when it comes, it’s unlike anything I could have ever expected.

A raw scream tears from my throat as I thrash under Cash, my orgasm taking me on a whole new journey with how it rips through me.. My sex spasms around him, and that seems to send him over the edge with me. He buries his face in my neck as he pumps his hot seed into my core, driving his cock harder into me until I have milked him of every drop before he finally collapses on top of me.

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