Page 268 of Money Reigns
“Good girl,” he growls. “Take it.”
I gag once when he hits the back of my throat, but the sound makes his chest rumble with approval. My eyes water, and I moan around him, the vibration dragging another curse from his lips.
He pulls back, then thrusts forward again, harder this time. The salty taste of him coats my tongue, slick and intoxicating. My thighs press together, desperate for friction.
I slide a hand down, sneaking beneath my skirt. My fingers find my clit, already swollen and aching. I circle it, needy, moaning as his cock drives deeper.
He glances down and sees what I’m doing. His eyes darken further, his jaw clenching.
“You want to touch yourself while I use your mouth?” His voice is a growl, dangerous, but not stopping me.
I whimper around him, nodding as best I can.
“Then do it,” he orders, thrusting into me again. “Rub that greedy little cunt, while you choke on my cock.”
The permission unravels me. My fingers work furiously over my clit, my slick soaking my fingers. My moans vibrate around him, and he curses again, hips snapping harder, faster, as he fucks my mouth.
Tears stream down my cheeks, spit dripping from the corners of my lips. He doesn’t stop. He holds me there, fucking into me, his cock hitting deep again and again until I’m dizzy, my whole body buzzing.
“Look at you,” he groans, his grip on my hair tightening. “On your knees. Crying. Touching yourself while I ruin your throat.”
I moan louder, my orgasm crashing through me, my body shuddering, clit pulsing under my fingers.
He groans, deep and raw, and jerks into my mouth one last time before spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallow greedily, moaning as he holds me there until he’s empty.
When he finally pulls back, I’m shaking, gasping for breath, my lips swollen, my chin wet.
He drags his thumb across my mouth, smearing spit across my cheek, his eyes blazing with satisfaction.
“You’ll never walk into danger again,” he says, voice low and final. “Not while you belong to me.”
I stay on my knees, trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, my lips swollen, my throat raw, my hand still slick between my thighs.
War breathes deeply above me, eyes fixed on me like I’m the only thing that exists. Then, with a quiet exhale, he tucks himself away and fastens his pants.
He crouches in front of me, his hands slipping beneath my arms, lifting me to my feet.
“Come here, sweet girl,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
***
“On one hand, I am proud of you,” War says, his voice softer than I deserve. “Grateful you got the building back… even if you didterrifyme.”
He feeds me a bite of pasta from the bowl balanced between us. I take it, and my heart soars at the simple sweetness of it… this man, shirtless in bed beside me, a movie playing low on the flat screen, feeding me like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I shift against him, the silk of the blue set he bought me whispering over my skin. The one he goes feral for, his gaze had already darkened the moment he saw me in it tonight, his hand lingering over my breasts before we ever pressed play.
I swallow, and smile up at him.
“I will say…” I pause for effect, teasing. “Your punishment is ineffective. Because I definitely want it again.”
That laugh bursts out of him; the deep, rumbling one that lights up his whole face, that makes the sharp, ruthless man look boyish for just a second. I love that laugh more than I should.
He shakes his head, still chuckling, then turns toward me, cradling my cheek in his large hand. His thumb brushes over my skin, tender, reverent. His forehead leans close to mine.
“I’m in love with you, Olivia Baker,” he murmurs, voice rough and unguarded. “Desperatelyin love.”
My breath hitches. “War… I know. You’ve said.”
