Page 107 of Money Reigns
“War, please, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growls into me, mouth sealing over my clit again. His words vibrate against me, dark and consuming. “You’ll hold it until I give you permission. You’ll take it because I said so.”
I’m shaking, my body betraying me, walls clenching hard around his fingers. The pressure is unbearable, my orgasm begging to break free.
“Beg for it,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to torment me with air. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Please!” My voice is high, frantic. “Please let me come!”
“Say my name while you beg for it.”
“War,please,I need it, I need to come—”
He growls like the sound feeds him. “Beautiful.Nowgive it to me.”
His mouth latches back onto my clit, tongue ruthless, fingers curling deep; just right, and the dam bursts.
I cry out, my body trembling, as wave after wave tears through me. His mouth doesn’t relent. He rides me through it, owning every spasm, every helpless cry, until I’m nothing but a trembling wreck beneath him.
When he finally pulls away, I melt into the sheets. My chest heaves. My mind blanks. I’m still gasping for air when the mattress dips beneath his weight.
He crawls over me, heat sliding between my thighs.
I keep my eyes closed, trying to catch a breath, until his hand grips my jaw,firm, commanding,and tilts my face to his.
“Look at me.”
His voice is gravel. Rough and unrelenting.
My lashes flutter open. He’s there, above me. Pupils blown with hunger. His cock thick and heavy between my thighs.
My cheeks burn hot, shameful and exposed, and his lips twist into a filthy smirk.
“There it is,”he rasps. “That blush. That sweet little look that says you know you’re mine. Don’t hide it, Olivia. Wear it for me.”
Before I can even form a thought, he pushes inside me.
The stretch punches a gasp out of my lungs, sharp and visceral, my hands grasp at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he fills me; thick, deep,relentless. I haven’t had sex in over a year, and it feels like my body is splitting open, reawakened,alive.
“Oh!” The word rips out of me, broken.
He stills, buried deep, eyes locked on mine. “Breathe with me.”
I do. In. Out. Slowly. The ache softens. The pressure shifts to pleasure.
“There she is,”he growls as he begins to move.
His mouth is at my ear, his tone dark and triumphant.
“That’s it.Take it. Feel this cock owning you, opening you up. You’reminenow. You hear me?”
I nod frantically, lost in the ache, the fire of being stretched and claimed.
He thrusts harder, deeper, forcing me to feel every brutal inch.
“Say it,” he hisses. “Say you’re mine.”
“You—I’m yours,” I choke, voice shaking.
