Page 40 of Broken Strings

“Love you back, Shaw.”

I intertwine our fingers as the rap music begins, sending the crowd a final wave and walking my girl off the stage. She’s a shaking mess with every step.

As soon as we’re behind the velvet curtains, I haul her into my arms, sending her spinning in circles as she screams and then plants her lips against mine.

With her fingertips dusting my jaw and the heavy award sandwiched between us, I stride through the maze of backstage performers, reporters, and the production crew. Everyone we pass congratulates us or pats me on the shoulder, but my thoughts are only on her.

“What have you got on your mind, Gunner Shaw?” Cash breathes a seductive shudder against my lips.

“You. Me. Now.”

She squirms, making my need to lose myself inside her rocket through my balls.

She smiles against my mouth, her lips softening as she relaxes deeper into my arms. I carry her through the auditorium lobby and into the waiting car we arrived in.

Cash giggles and straightens her dress in the back seat of the car. “I’m sure a million cameras captured that little display of caveman behavior.”

“Let them see how much I love you. I’m not hiding a thing for them.”

She cracks a grin. “You may rethink that statement when you find your handsome mug plastered on the gossip blogs tomorrow morning.”

I shrug. “A sex scandal brought you into my life. As far as I’m concerned, it’s going to bring us nothing but good things.”

I haul her onto my lap as the car crosses the few blocks of city streets before pulling into the valet station of our luxury hotel. By the time we’re in the elevator to the top-floor suite, my fingers are delving into the lips of her warm pussy.

She moans softly, adjusting her thighs and trying to push her dress down.

I grip her face and spit on her cheek. “Do I need to beat that pussy with my belt? Open up. I’m not gonna to tell you again.” I push her head over to the camera, holding her still as her legs spread for my touch. “Tell the camera what you are.”

Cash looks at the corner of the elevator, spit sliding down her face to the top of her mouth. “I’m a pathetic cum dump who sucks and fucks your cock.”

I stroke quicker, and her breathing increases. “That’s it, baby. Tell everyone what a depraved whore you are. Let them know how deep my finger is buried in your hungry little cunt.”

I run my thumb in circles over her clit, and her muscles tense around my intrusion. My cock pulses and leaks, eager to be free of the snug suit pants and inside her.

Her fingernails bite into my forearm as she comes in soft waves around my fingers. She’s so slick and warm.

I pull my fingers from her cunt and push them into my mouth, licking off every drop of her sweetness. “Who knew a dirty little cunt like you would taste so sweet?”

My hand fastens around her throat, holding her tight against the elevator wall. I place my lips to hers while working at my belt buckle with one hand and ripping it out of its loops.

I smile at her, flushed and beautiful, as I hold the strip of leather to her face. Pulling her head forward by her hair, I fasten the belt tight around her neck, holding the end like a dog leash.

Cash’s eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

I smirk as I shove her against the wall and pull her dress up, bunching it around her waist. “Why don’t you shut up and let me fuck what belongs to me?”

“Gun—”

I pull the belt, cutting her off. I used to hate doing this. I thought it was going too far, but Cash enjoys being completely taken over. She constantly asks me to go further. I always watch her hands to see if she taps the wall. Three times. If she taps three times, and I step back.

But there’s no tap now. Instead, Cash moans and pushes her ass back.

“It’s better when you can’t talk, slut. You’re so much prettier when you’re a pathetic toy for me to enjoy and toss aside like trash.”

I grab her thigh, digging my fingers into her flesh, and line up the tip of my cock against her slick pussy. I thrust forward, impaling her slowly, letting her feel the hardware on my cock before I drive fully into her warmth.

I pull the belt harder, relishing the choking sounds whimpering from her mouth, and push four fingers into her mouth, coating them with her spit.

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