Page 46 of Captivated

He must have read my reaction because he grins like a fool and then crawls back over me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle. You can take it all and then you’ll question how you ever lived without that much cock in your pussy before.”

And I’m done. Wetness pools between my legs instantly, accompanied by a throbbing that picks up intensity as I marvel at Cash in all of his naked glory and soak in his words.

“Cocky as ever,” I fire back before he flips me over so I’m straddling him. He adjusts our position on the bed so that his head is on my pillow, but then he pulls me further up his body so my pussy rests right above his face.

“Cash?” I question, peering down into his eyes as he looks up at me, clearly pleased with himself and the position we’re in.

“Ride my face, sweetheart,” he demands and then snaps my thong right off of my body and pulls me down to his mouth.

“Oh, God!” I shout, reaching for the headboard in front of me for stability as Cash moves his tongue between my folds and finds my clit with accuracy. He strokes long and hard and then dives his tongue inside of me, licking me from top to bottom and everywhere in between. It’s incredible, the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt as I close my eyes to soak in every touch.

Mason rarely went down on me, and certainly never did it like this.

Reacting out of instinct, I swivel my hips to match the movement of his tongue, inadvertently guiding him to where I need him and want him with no hesitation.

“Fuck, Piper. You taste amazing, baby. Keeping riding my mouth,” Cash mumbles between licks and kisses on my inner thigh.

“Don’t stop,” I say out of breath, knowing that an orgasm that will rival any I’ve ever experienced is building in my body as he speaks. And then suddenly, he sucks my clit between his lips, nibbles gently, and then inhales the nub and flicks it furiously with his tongue, making the dull ache come on fast, pushing me over the edge in just a few more strokes.

“Oh, yes!” I throw my head back as the release radiates between my legs, my hair falls down behind me, my chest pushes out as my back bows, and my entire body tightens while the waves flow throughout the confines of my skin. Every muscle clenches, every breath is a struggle as Cash relentlessly moves his tongue across my pussy, pulling every ounce of my orgasm out.

Collapsing forward, I find the headboard for support again as his hands find my back and unclasp my bra, tossing it to the side. Then I hear the rip of foil and Cash’s arms move beneath me as he rolls the condom on. His hands grip my hips when he picks me up and moves me back down his body now and then rolls us over, pinning me beneath him.

“Are you ready for me, Piper? Are you okay?”

I bob my head quickly, not able to form words let alone sentences right now after my body just exploded.

His hand finds my face and pushes my hair away as he stares down into my eyes and lines himself up to my entrance. “How come I feel like this moment changes everything, Piper?”

“Because it does.” The first words I manage to form say everything I need them to say. My life has changed so much since Mason destroyed everything I thought I knew and had planned. But the greatest gift of all was this new life I’ve been granted, including people like Cash, who have shown me what it truly feels like to be cherished by someone else. He may have not uttered words that declare such an idea, but he doesn’t have to. It’s in the way he looks at me, touches me, holds my hand, reminds me how beautiful he finds me, spends his time showing me how serious he is about us, and makes me feel alive for the first time in my life.

We both gasp as Cash pushes forward, thrusting his hips just enough to break the barrier at my entrance. His large size definitely makes it a tight fit, and I can’t help but feel a slight twinge of pain as he pulls back and pushes forward further this time.

“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in—not just to your body, but everywhere,” he whispers, resting his forehead on mine as he pulls back and pushes again, each time moving slightly further inside before he finally bottoms out.

“Oh, God.” I can barely breathe at the feeling of being so completely full, a feeling that is so foreign to me, it’s like I’m experiencing sex all over again for the first time.

“Fuck, I need to move. Can I move, Piper?”

“Yes… go,” I breathlessly give him permission as he withdraws and thrusts in again, sliding his thick length in and out of me with such precision, I swear I’m seeing stars.

Cash finds my hips and presses them open wide, holding my legs out while he fucks me, drawing in and out of my body with each calculated stroke. Not wanting this to end, I immerse myself in the feeling of being physically pleasured within an inch of reality.

Because I’ve never had sex like this—wild, dirty, intense, right. I gasp on every thrust, moan into the room and squeal as he picks up speed and pushes forward with such an intensity now, that it’s making my body heat up again, preparing for another orgasm.

“Fuck, Piper,” Cash grits through his teeth, a thin layer of sweat building on his body as he continues to move. “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I? Fuck, I can’t help it. You’re making me crazy…” he speaks so quickly as he continues to slam into my body, shaking every inch of skin with his words and his thrusts.

“No, it’s amazing. God, it feels so good. Keep going,” I reach up to cup his jaw.

“Alright.” His face tightens before he pauses momentarily, dragging his cock in and out of me achingly slow, teasing with each stroke, but building my release up higher than he was by going quickly.

“Ugh…” I throw my head back, close my eyes, and soak in every inch of his dick gliding in and out of my pussy. I’m drenched between my legs, more turned on than I ever have been in my life—and I have no regrets or reservations about this decision at this moment. I wanted him like this undoubtedly since I saw him a few days ago at the hospital, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to finally give in the to the physical connection we share.

If there is anything this year has taught me, it’s that life is short and sometimes it’s better to take what you want at the moment than wait for the perfect time to live your life—because the perfect time doesn’t exist. Those perfect moments we look back on fondly are often a result of making decisions without calculations—just reacting to your senses, instincts, and feelings—and that’s exactly what I was feeling when I decided that tonight, I didn’t want to wait to have sex with Cash.

Just as he speeds up again, his thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in soft circles that ignite that flurry deep in my belly, bringing my orgasm to the surface before I explode around him, clenching him tight while he continues to move.

“Oh, God!” I shout before my moans freeze and my entire body tightens like a rubber band that’s been stretched too far—and then it releases, and I draw in the breath I was holding as the waves of pleasure wrack my body, shuddering from the lasting effects that take what feels like forever to subside.

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