Page 119 of Cash

“You feel so good.” She lifts her legs to gently cradle my hips between them. “Cash, this feels so fucking good.”

My chest twists at her tenderness. I feel safe here, even though the things Mollie makes me feel aren’t safe at all. Life’s crushed me so many times, I’ve lost count. Yet here I am, opening myself up to total destruction like I don’t have everything to lose.

My back aches from holding myself up. I lean a little more of my weight into Mollie. I need her warmth. The scent of her skin and the clean taste of her mouth.

We’re silent for several beats, both of us breathing hard.

“Cash?” she finally asks.

“Yeah?”

“Can you untie my wrists? My arms are asleep.”

My chest twists again. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I liked it.”

I do as she asks, unwinding my belt from her wrists. I curse when I see red welts in her skin. I carefully massage her there. “This hurt?”

“A little. But you’re making it feel better.”

“You shoulda said something.”

“I didn’t want to say anything becauseI liked it.” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. “That was perfect.”

You’re perfect.I’m falling for you, and I wanna know what I can do to make you stay.

I’m way too close to confessing things I shouldn’t. Not here. Not now, while I’m still inside her.

So I pull out a little. A rush of cum follows, coating both of us in warm stickiness. Can’t remember the last time I didn’t use a condom. I forgot how messy raw sex is.

How hot.

“I’ll clean this up. Hang tight.”

When I push up to my knees and straighten, I see Mollie’s thighs glistening with my release. It leaks out of her pussy in a pearlescent stream.

She’s covered in me, her pretty tits rising and falling as she looks at me looking at her.

Something feral takes hold inside me. A desire to possess this woman. Claim her in some fucked-up, caveman way.

So instead of doing what I should—head to the bathroom for a warm washcloth—I reach down and gather my cum on my first two fingers. Then I look Mollie in the eye and use those fingers to push my cum back inside her.

Her eyes go heavy-lidded as I finger her, stretching her past the point of comfort. Her breath catches, eyebrows curving upward.

“Tell me to stop,” I grunt.

But she just shakes her head and rolls her hips into my touch. Her hand finds my wrist, and I let her guide me in and out, in and out.

She bites her lip, her pussy fluttering around my fingers.

“You gonna come again?”

“I don’t—I never come twice in a row. But this is…getting me close.”

What the fuck are we doing? What sick game are we playing at?

I love it.

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