Page 58 of Savage Revenge

Letting out a cry, I throw my head back as my muscles start to spasm. With my ponytail fisted in his hand, he pulls on my hair and leans over me so his mouth hovers near my ear.

“What’s my name, kitten?”

Without a thought, I cry out, “Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy!”

His thrusts become erratic as he presses his finger deeper into my ass. Sparks ignite behind my eyes as he fucks me ruthlessly. Then, I scream, trembling uncontrollably as my orgasm rips through me.

My pussy pulses, and my ass clenches, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.

“Fuck,” Cash grits out a few seconds later as he drives so hard I grip the edge of the table to steady myself.

Our movements slow, but he keeps his hands on me, stroking my back while holding me firmly so I don’t collapse as we catch our breath. Gently, Cash pulls out of me, and I moan quietly, missing the intrusion already.

“You’re dripping, baby,” he mutters, then pushes two fingers into me. “Fuck it’s so hot watching my come seeping from your cunt, but I want to keep it in there.”

My cheeks heat, and I’m glad I’m not looking at him at the moment. While I’m not usually shy, I’m not sure how to feel about him watching that.

“I need a towel. It’s dripping down my leg,” I mumble sleepily.

What time is it? It’s got to be nearly three in the morning. Then again, I’m still feeling the aftereffects of my migraine. Add in my post-orgasm adrenaline crash, and I’m exhausted.

Cash chuckles and reaches to my side, picking up a hundred-dollar bill. “This should work.”

Then he slowly runs it up my inner thigh, wiping up some of our shared pleasure. My mouth falls open, and I glare at him.

“Did you seriously just wipe our come up with a hundred-dollar bill?”

Grinning, like he’s so damn proud of himself, he folds the bill in half and tucks it into the pocket of his slacks, then starts to do them up again.

“I’ll do a better job once we get upstairs.”

I scoff, but the corners of my lips twitch.

This man is completely unhinged.

And I think I like him a lot more than I realized.

CHAPTER 17

Cash

BOUNDARIES SIMPLY DON’T EXIST FOR ME

I’m fucked.

Totally and completely.

Because Jordyn isn’t out of my system.

Just the opposite, in fact.

Instead of wanting to go to bed alone, like I would with any other woman, I want to drag her to my room and fall asleep with my face buried in her smooth little pussy. Then after a few hours of rest, I want to wake her up with an orgasm before I fuck her mouth and come all over her pretty face.

As soon as I have my pants buttoned, I leave my belt as is and reach for her. Money sticks to her sweat-coated skin as she sits up and scoots to the edge of the table, her eyes averted from mine. I don’t like that. Not one damn bit.

“I need your shirt,” she says quietly, looking around for it.

The possessive side of me roars to life as I pick it up from the floor. I love that she likes wearing it, and more than that, both me and my dick love seeing her in it.

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