Page 77 of Cold Foot Cash

He pulled her back up and climbed into the back, and pulled her onto his chest. She straddled him, hands splayed on his strong chest, and he gripped her hips and dragged her against his hard cock. She could feel it through the material of their clothes so easily.

More. She wanted more.

Harley straightened her spine and unsnapped her bra in the back, then slid it off her arms and dropped it in the bed of the truck.

The look on Cash’s face dragged her confidence up. She felt sexy under his gaze, and when he slid his hands up her ribs and cupped her breasts, she threw her head back and got lost again.

The scent of the woods filled her senses, and the open breeze caressed her skin, and for Harley, she’d never done anything like this. Not out in the open woods, not with the stars twinkling down at her. Every cell in her body was igniting with pleasure.

Cash pulled her down and over onto her side, but for just long enough to shove her pants down her thighs. She kicked out of them and fumbled with the button of his jeans, and then he was kicking out of his own.

And this right here was it. There was no barrier between their bodies, and she could feel his skin against hers. She could feel his cock press right against her sex as he pulled her back up to straddle him once more.

She wasn’t cold, or hot. Everything just felt good.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he gripped her hips.

Harley huffed a breath as she rocked against him, and she could see the tension build in his face. God, she loved this. This right here, this control over him, this power was addictive.

Harley lowered down to press her tits against his chest and he gripped the back of her hair and kissed her as he moved her hips up slightly to take him. Harley inhaled sharply as his swollen cock slid slowly into her. He was big, but she’d been ready for him. Deeper, deeper. She bit his bottom lip gently as he began to move inside of her, pumping slowly. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing had ever felt so good. He stayed buried deep, and his thrusts were shallow, and she was already panting out nonsensical things. He was driving her close too fast. Too fast. “Cash!” she gasped out.

He pushed into her hard, deeper, held there, and then eased back and did it again. It was perfect. Fuck, it was perfect!

She cried out as her body gripped him with pulses of intense pleasure. Over and over, she chanted his name with every wave of ecstasy. He nipped at her neck, and then with his lips right next to her ear, he whispered, “That’s my girl.”

No three words had ever melted her more.

She eased up, and feeling drunk, she locked her arms against his chest and searched his glowing gaze. He was still moving her slowly against him, his fingers digging into her hips with his grip.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

At this moment, she would’ve done anything he asked. Anything.

High on the aftershocks of her release, she eased up and let him slide out of her, then turned around, and straddled him where he could see her ass. His hands went right to it, and she smiled to herself, and then slid a look at him over her shoulder. “What now?” she asked.

“Slide onto my dick again,” he ground out.

His hands went from her ass to her hips as she got the angle right and took him deeply into her. She rested her hands on his legs and slid him another look as she began to move over him.

Cash gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, rolled his head back and then dragged his gaze to her ass again. Oh, he liked this. He really liked it.

Feeling powerful, she rolled her hips harder, but kept that pace slow. Cash reached up and grabbed her hair at the base of her neck, and eased her back until she was sitting straight up, her back arched. His other hand was on her hip, pushing the pace faster. “Fuck, Harley,” he gritted out.

He was so hard inside of her, and now the pressure was building in her center again. He dragged her against him harder, and faster now, hair gripped in his fist.

She panted out his name again, and he made this helpless, masculine noise that turned her on so damn hard. He released her hair and gripped her waist, and pounded her over him so hard, so fast. Her tits were bouncing, and her breath was short, and she was there. She was there! “Fuck, I’m coming again!” she yelped, and Cash lost it.

His released matched hers, and he cried out with her as warmth streamed into her.

Her body twitched as he pulled her back against his chest. He stayed inside of her, throbbing as he slid his arms over herchest and held her tight against him, both of them staring up at the starry night sky.

He laid kisses against her cheek, against her hairline right behind her ear, against her temple, as if he was coveting her. They didn’t say anything, but they didn’t need to.

Harley felt drunk on whatever he’d just done to her body. Nothing had ever been like this before, and she knew what they had was special. The chemical connection between them matched the emotional.

Cash dragged his flannel over her like a blanket and cuddled her so close, and everything was right with her world in this moment.

She never wanted this to end.

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