Page 86 of Wild For You

Chapter Twenty-Four

Erin

Idon’t knowwhat I’m doing, only that I can’t stop myself.

Heat at the prospect of getting intimate with him courses through me. As I slowly begin to undress, the memory of Sam is forgotten, replaced with a need to succumb to the lust that seems to consume me whenever I’m in Cash’s presence.

I’m addicted to his kisses, his touch, his smile. There’s something about his soft, deep voice that draws me to him, and then there’s the curiosity whether he’ll make our next sex session as good as the ones before.

My pulse thuds so hard I can barely breathe. Peeling my clothes off seems to take forever. When I’m finally standing before him naked in all my glory, I sit on the edge of the sofa and motion for him to come closer.

He’s already hard, his shaft thick and long, gleaming with a drop of moisture. Suddenly, I want to taste him the way he’s tasted me.

Cash hesitates, but eventually does as I instruct. I place my hands on his hips and peer up into his green eyes a moment before I lower my mouth and suck him between my lips. He wraps his hand around the back of my head, but doesn’t force himself deeper into my mouth.

I run my fingers up and down his slick shaft and lean in, trailing my tongue along the tip. He tastes just I imagined it—masculine and heady. I glide him back into my mouth as far as I can, my lips tightening to give him more friction.

“Erin.” He sucks in his breath and lets out an appreciative groan.

As I start to rock back and forth in a slow rhythm, his groans intensify. He’s so big and hard, a trembling mass of tension, that it’s only a matter of time until he comes.

I let my tongue swirl again before sucking hard, alternating between teasing and guiding his hips to thrust into my mouth. He grips my head and lets out another groan, but instead of coming, he pulls out, his dick slick and glistening with lust.

“Did I do something—” I start when he flips me onto my stomach, cutting me off. A soft shriek escapes my lips as he pushes me back onto the sofa.

“What are you doing?” I turn to regard him and notice his green eyes are dark and hooded with lust. He’s so turned on that his cock’s huge, and dangerously close to my entrance. Instant moisture pools between my legs, readying me for what I desperately want.

“I don’t want to see you naked on your knees. I want to be inside you, and find out if you’re as sweet and delicious as you look like,” Cash growls.

“Then do it now.” I make eye contact and gasp as she presses his cock against me, rubbing his length from my clit to my core. His hands settle on my hips, drawing me closer to him, our bodies in perfect alignment.

He peers at me with concern. “You sure?”

I nod, and he presses his length against my pussy, rubbing it up and down against my clit, robbing me of my senses.

“Oh, that’s good,” I prompt, eager to get started.

“Is your pussy wet enough for me?” he asks in that deep rumble of his. “Let’s find out.”

Without waiting for my reply, he raises my hips a little higher, splaying me open before him. And then he’s inside me, stretching me the way I’ve never been stretched before.

I throw my head back and let out a whimper. It doesn’t hurt, but the sensation consumes me nonetheless. The sense of fullness is robbing me of all senses.

“More. Take me. Own me. Never let me wait.” I moan and lean back, my walls clenching to get more of him inside me. Desire thrums like the string of a guitar, pulsing and vibrating through my entire body.

“I don’t intend to, sweetheart. You are going to be mine...and mine alone.” For a while, he keeps still inside me as I get used to his size, but his fingers are playing with my clit, stroking, putting pressure, preparing me for what’s to come. I moan with pleasure and move my hips some more, silently urging him on because I can’t take the wait.

I have to have him now.

“Cash, please,” I beg when I feel I can’t take his torture any longer.

“Relax, baby,” he whispers, and I know that the safest place is here—with him.

Finally, his length thrusts into me, moving slowly until my moisture begins to ease the way. With each stroke I can feel my orgasm building, taking me to the brink of something powerful and amazing. My internal muscles begin to contract around him. And when he presses his fingers to my clit, the pressure is so strong it sends me over the edge.

And I take him with me, the heat of his release so strong it brings on another wave.

His hands let go of me and he collapses onto the sofa, drawing me to his chest. I snuggle against him, spent, my breathing short and labored as our hearts beat together.

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