Page 60 of Tangled Hearts
She was still panting from exerting herself.
“Yea?” He answered his phone sounding so sexy to her.
While he talked on the phone, she watched his lips move. Even when he caught her watching him, she didn’t stop. Knowing what she wanted, she got on her knees not giving a damn about the driver. Also not giving a damn about just having Christian inside of her hours before.
Cash stopped talking, first looking at the ground then letting his gaze drift up to her face where he kept his gaze as she unbuckled his YSL jeans.
She licked her lips, preparing her mouth for a guest—a big guest at that. Her eyes bulged at his massive size. Never one to backdown from a challenge, she licked the tip and took his dick into her mouth.
“SSS.” He tensed from sheer pleasure. “I’m—aye I’m gon’ have to hit you back.” He ended his call. “Say, pull over to the beach, and um, go get some fresh air,” he told the driver.
While he talked, Noir kept sucking the soul out of him. During the short ride to a secluded part of the private beach, she kept her pace giving him sloppy toppy. Saliva dropped from her chin, but she had no reservations.
“Gah damn, pretty girl.” His hands dug into her scalp. “Get your ass the fuck up here,” he told her and the driver couldn’t get out the car quick enough.
She didn’t hesitate. Straddling him, she grabbed his dick before sliding down on it. “Cash.” She hissed, trying to adjust to him.
Her heart was broken.
Her body was reckless.
And still, she moved like he was the only thing that could hold her together.
She sank down on him, her walls tightening around him like her body remembered him. Cash gripped her hips, his temples pulsing from gritting his teeth. He was all the way in, and somehow she still didn’t feel full.
He slapped her ass. “Pretty girl, you’re tight. Oh. So. Fuckin’. Tight.” His tone was even, giving way to his pleasure.
She tugged at his shirt, lifting it over his head, never losing her rhythm. His body was a work of art. After she admired his chest, she gave a single kiss to his shoulder that turned into a bite when he dug into her center.
“You are too deep,” she complained.
His dick jabbed. “I want to be deeper, but you gotta open this little pussy up for me, pretty girl.”
The sound of his voice. The tickle of his voice on her ears. It was all too much. Her body quaked as she called out to the heavens.
Their bodies slapped rhythmically but there was nothing sweet about it. It was desperate and charged with everything she couldn’t say out loud. Her heart was hurting before, now with Cash, she pushed Christian’s fuck up to the back of her mind.
His lips pressed into hers, unapologetically sticking his tongue in her mouth. “You gotta quiet down.”
Still shaking, she nodded her head because that was all she could do. “Ahh!” She squealed as she found his body on top of hers.
Cash didn’t let up. He spread his legs, pumping up, to fuck her so good she stuttered and choked on her words. “You tryna be mine?”
“I don’t know,” Noir cried when he slammed her down on him. It was the most honest answer she had for him. If Noir wasn’t anything else, she was always real. “I don’t fuckin’ know.”
Noir kept riding him, the truck shaking and bouncing while she tried her best to muffle her moans. Their chests collided, teeth scraped, and hands groped. The windows fogged from their heavy breathing and body heat they seemed to make even when their clothes were still on. Noir kept Cash in her back pocket like a keepsake. She never thought she’d ever really get to take it out and ogle it— play with it— show it off. Now, she wanted to carry it back to Jade City to flaunt. Maybe to be petty. Or maybe to be real.
Cash kissed her like he wanted to fight for her soul, and she kissed him back like she wasn’t sure she still had one left.
Sexily, he smiled then sucked on her neck, never letting her pussy breathe from its beating. Not long after her third release, he was ready to let loose.
“Where you want this, pretty girl?”
“In me.”
Instead of questioning her, he pulled out and let loose in his hand. He knew she was hurting, and although he had no issue with giving her his seed, he cared about her too much to do it. He would never take advantage of her pain.
Trying to catch her breath, she felt stupid for what she said. She was ashamed by it and knew she had to get the hell out of L.A. before she made more of a fool of herself. She’d been naive to get on a flight and mistake his kindness for wanting her. For all she knew, he had someone and was doing his girl the same way Christian had done her.
