Page 56 of Savage Revenge

Looking at him through half-lidded eyes, my thighs spread open with only my lacy panties providing any kind of shield, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.

Our lips and tongues explore while he grinds against my core, both of us grasping each other desperately.

A second later, he jerks back and stares down at me as he tears my panties off, dropping them on the floor at his feet.

His gaze travels over my entire body, and a sliver of insecurity creeps through as he takes in every bit of me. The heat in his eyes and the outline of his hard cock give me the reassurance I need.

“Spread your legs, kitten. Show Daddy what a good girl you can be, and let me see that perfect pussy.” It’s a command, and a rush of excitement pools in my core as I obey.

Fuck, it feels good to obey Cash.

I don’t know why. I’ve never enjoyed submitting to a man before. But this, this is more. It feels so intimate and natural between us.

He licks his lips and adjusts his cock then steps between my thighs and wraps his fingers around the front of my throat.

“You’re so pretty when you obey your Daddy. Such a good fucking girl. Legs spread for me, that perfectly pink pussy on display, dripping with your arousal. Those big tits practically begging for my marks. Such a good kitten, aren’t you?”

I should hate how condescending he sounds. Yet my pussy spasms. I’m pretty sure he sees it because he smirks and squeezes the sides of my throat.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, reaching down with his free hand and unbuckling his belt, the clink filling the space between us.

“Yes. I have an implant.”

“I want to fuck you bare.”

His words sink in, and I nod. I should ask him if he’s been tested. If he’s clean. But I don’t need to. Cash might be a monster lurking in the sparkling streets of Las Vegas, but I know without needing to ask that he wouldn’t do something if it were going to harm me.

After he tosses his shirt to the side, he reaches around me with his free hand and shoves at the pile of cash, sending bills flying around us like a whirlwind.

“Lie back,” he commands.

Money lands on me, but I ignore it because I’m too busy watching as he pulls his cock out, fisting it at the base.

Holy fuck.

Dark ink covers his chest in swirls of intricate designs and scripts mixed with skulls, snakes, and symbols. It’s like a coloring book drawn on his skin. A story of his life that I don’t know and probably never will.

The way his gaze travels over me like a gentle graze sends a shiver running through me.

I lick my lips, feeling like a sexy goddess before him, lying on a pile of money with my knees bent, legs spread, practically whimpering with need.

I’ve lived a life of luxury. There’s rarely ever been a time when I haven’t gotten whatever physical item I wanted. So feeling this need—that if I don’t get him, I might actually stop breathing—is new for me.

“You’re soaked, kitten,” he groans, stroking his cock slowly while he stares at my pussy. “All for me?”

“Cash,” I whine.

His gaze snaps to mine, and he raises an eyebrow.“Daddy.”

“Daddy,please.”

“You need my cock, baby girl? Need me to fuck you and make you come apart for me again?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to admit it out loud.

“Eyes on me,” he snaps, giving my inner thigh a smack.

“Ow!” I look up at him towering over me.

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