Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I groan in relief when he rolls his hips against me, his thickness hot on my lower stomach.
His tongue traces a line up my throat, his teeth nipping at my ear. It somehow has the power to make me shudder in his embrace.
“Cash,” I say, his name a plea of need on my lips.
“Gonna fuck you hard,” he warns as his hands urge me to turn around.
I swear if this man bends me over and takes me from behind, I’ll lose my mind.
His palm on my upper back, urging me to lean toward the console table in my small entryway sends a wave of excitement over every inch of my body.
But he doesn’t immediately press inside of me. I expect a hand on my hip, but what I get is his hot breath against the most sensitive part of my body. I only have half a second to understand what’s happening before he runs his tongue all the way from my clit to my tailbone.
“Cash!”
He moans his response, a sound of unadulterated pleasure as he dives back in for more.
“The sweetest fucking pussy,” he mutters, his breath and words a little muffled by the angle of his mouth.
I’m on the tips of my toes, my body screaming at me to unclench and just let go.
My stomach tightens and my muscles tense in preparation for what’s to come.
“You need to let go,” Cash demands.
I swear the man has a direct line to my orgasm, and him just wanting it somehow makes it happen. My breath is caught in my throat. If I weren’t in the middle of the most intense orgasm of my life, I might actually feel a little embarrassed by the noises coming from my throat.
“Sweet fucking Christ,” he groans, his lips trailing up my spine as he stands, his skilled fingers teasing my clit and prolonging my orgasm.
The rasp of his zipper sounds like a gunshot in the quiet of the house, and somehow, it’s the sexiest thing I can imagine right now.
I scream his name again when he pushes inside of me, my body tight and still trying to resist his intrusion. It’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
The pressure of him inside of me makes a wave of gooseflesh over the right half of my body before the sensation travels to the other side.
His hands are brutal on my breasts, his fingers curling to cup them as he presses slowly inside of me. This is the difference from what was in the book. The male character in the story pounded into her until he came. Cash seems to be taking civil liberties and has decided to take his time. It’s both torturous and miraculous at the same time. If someone were to quiz me, I think I’d vote for Cash’s approach.
He grunts when he pushes all the way inside, one hand dropping to my hip, the other coming up to my throat to urge me to stand. My back is arched, my butt out as his breath warms my cheek.
“I swear I dream of this pussy at night, Adalynn. Had to fist my own cock in the shower like a fucking teenager this morning just to take the edge off. You make me fucking crazy.”
I bite my lip to keep from smiling because that wasn’t in the book, but kudos to him for the improv. It really livens the situation.
“Can you come again?”
I nod my answer because, honestly, I think my body is just waiting for his command.
“Mmm.”
His growl of pleasure lights me on fire, and I swear I’ll be nothing but ash and embers when we’re done. I also know I’ll thank him for setting me on fire in such a way I never knew was possible.
When his hand slips around my hip and finds that sensitive part of me, I whimper with both need and fear. I know he’s going to give me exactly what I want, but I also know that I may not be able to remain standing when he does.
“Cash.”
“It’s mine, Ads. Give it to me.”
I’m incapable of making noise. My mouth hangs open, my body doing his bidding.
When his teeth dig into my shoulder, I can’t muster the same level of concern I felt earlier about my safety.
Thankfully, Cash is more mindful and holds on to me as he orgasms. There’s a very real chance I’ll have bruises where his fingers dig into my flesh, and I know how my body will respond later when I see them in the mirror.
“Jesus, baby. That’s it. Fuck, I love it when you come on my cock.”
I’m seconds away from begging for more when he steps back.
Disappointment doesn’t have time to settle inside of me before he’s lifting me from my feet and carrying me through my house like a bride.