Page 74 of Trashy Affair Duet

She’s too soft for the boldness of red. Too vibrant for black or white. Pink is sexy and sweet, hinting at the innocence that is Jules. Innocent, until I discover the wet spot that blows that illusion to an explosive end. I can’t hold back a low growl as I bite through her panties.

“Cash…” My name trails off on a sigh. A whimper. She pushes her pelvis against my mouth, and fuck, her pussy is begging for my tongue. I ache to push past the barrier of fabric and bury it in her core.

Hunger to taste and own.

“Holy shit.” Her body shudders beneath me, fingers tightening in my hair.

I pull at her panties with my teeth and rip them off in my haste to get to her. She’s so damn beautiful, and I can’t wait to slide my palms over every inch of her skin. I crawl up her body and nestle my cock at the wet juncture of her thighs, and our chests smash together, feverish skin on feverish skin. Twining our fingers, I trap her hands on either side of her head. A tremor spears through me. Through us both.

“I want to go slow with you, but I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t care,” she says, her fingers flexing around mine. “I want you, fast or slow.”

I lower my forehead to hers, and we exchange a thousand breaths in that moment. A thousand truths. We’ve shared office space late at night, stolen a searing hot kiss in a darkened loft, sat together on a plane.

None of it was as intoxicating as being alone with her like this, with our naked bodies on the precipice of becoming one in the privacy of her bedroom. It’s enough to unhinge me.

I thrust into her, fast and hard in my violent need. She locks her gaze on me, and I hold her captive in the cage of my stare. We both give in to sweet fucking surrender, moaning and groaning with every plunge, sharing the heat of quickening breaths. Getting fucking high off the adrenaline rush.

“You feel amazing. So damn tight.” Getting inside her is like coming home. Like finding perfection in an imperfect world. And there’s no going slow now—not with my cock buried to the hilt. I drive us both to oblivion, holding tight to her hands against the squeaking mattress.

She squeezes her eyes shut as countless whimpers escape her. But she can’t escape me. There’s no going back. We’re joined, moving as one, sharing the same heartbeat. Sliding together in sweat and the covenant of consummation. With every thrust of my cock, I’m staking my claim as our mouths collide in mutual ecstasy.

And for the fucking life of me, I can’t figure out why we fought this for so long.

I want to live inside this girl forever, lost to the allure of her kiss. The seduction of her body. Pulled into the abyss by the grip of her hands.

Suddenly, she breaks our lip-lock. “Cash, I’ve never…” A long moan steals the rest of her words.

“Never what? Tell me.”

“I’ve never come during sex.”

My breath hitches. The idea of taking a first from her—of receiving such a gift—is mind-blowing. “You’re gonna come for me if it’s the last thing I do.”

I withdraw only to dive in once more, and she meets every thrust, her body writhing under my strength. Dipping a hand between us, I bury my fingers between her legs and rub steady circles on her clit.

She clings to my shoulder with her free hand, and her spine arches as I push her closer to the point of no return. I kiss my way down the elegant column of her neck and suck a nipple into my mouth. She hisses in a breath, and when I flick my gaze to her face, the sight of her trapped in sweet agony almost sends me over the edge.

Holding back has never been so hard.

Gritting my teeth, I slow my pace and focus on the subtle cues of her body. The way she’s biting her lip. The deep flush of her skin. The way she’s gripping my hand and digging her nails into my shoulder. She’s so close, and I’ll be damned if I let her fight it.

“Don’t hold back, Jules. I’ve wanted to hear you come since the day I met you.”

Her eyes fly open, and what flows between us is too intense to ignore. Too potent to cast aside as lust. We aren’t just coming together in the physical sense. She’s crawled inside my soul and made herself a part of me.

Made me a part of her.

As she writhes and bucks underneath me, I watch the first brick of her wall crumble. An orgasm busts through her barriers, and she shatters in a series of breathless cries.

And it’s the sweetest, most addicting sound I’ve ever heard.

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