Page 96 of Cash

THIRTY-FOUR - Cash

She was wearinga burnt orange dress that accentuated her every curve, left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and complimented her skin tone perfectly. With a plunging neckline and a hem that hit her mid-thigh, the dress looked exquisite.

She looked even better in it.

I shrugged off the desire to grudge fuck her on the living room floor. Instead, I played the part of a civilized man and walked by her side while my stiff cock throbbed with each step I took.

Once inside the bedroom, I buried my fingers into the flesh of her ass and pressed my lips to hers. Be it on purpose, or from the magic of that kiss, she stumbled toward the foot of the bed. Passionately embraced in each other’s arms, we fell onto the mattress together.

I slipped my hand beneath her dress, then traced my index finger along the length of her inner thigh. She moaned in response as I slipped it beneath the crotch of her panties. I ground my body against hers and rubbed her swollen clit until neither of us could take it any longer. I pulled my mouth away from hers and pressed my lips to her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I warned. “Just so you know who’s in charge of this operation.”

“I know it’s you,” she breathed.

I extended my index finger and pushed it halfway into her wet mound.

A breath shot from her lungs.

I pressed my mouth against her ear. “You can own me by sucking my cock.” I added another finger and pushed them both deep into her wetness. “But, I can own you with these two fingers.”

“Oh fuck,” she whispered in return.

I curled my fingertips upward, into the sensitive flesh of her g-spot. As the tips of the two digits met the irregular flesh, she arched her back and let out a breath. I continued curling them repeatedly until she was squirming to get away.

I pressed my chest against hers and held her in place. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m done.”

“I can’t…”

I looked her in the eyes. “You can. And, you will.”

After three successive strokes, her hips convulsed. Then, her pussy contracted around the base of my fingers. I pushed as deeply into her as I could, curling the tips rhythmically against her g-spot the entire while.

“Jesus.” Her eyes shot wide. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making things clear,” I responded.

I continued to pin her to the bed while I tickled the inside of her pussy. She reached for my wrist, gripping it firmly with both hands. Pulling against me with one hand while the other held me in place, it seemed she was at war with herself – uncertain if she wanted to allow herself to experience the pleasure I sought to deliver.

She eventually caved in, pulled my forearm tight against her skin. While I continued to finger fuck her mercilessly, the orgasms rushed through her, one after the other. As she wiggled and writhed beneath me, she cried out her satisfaction, warning me of each climactic peak at the instant she reached it.

When it was over, her muscles relaxed and she collapsed beneath me.

I lifted my weight from her chest.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “That was intense.”

My cock ached for her. I stood and tore at my belt, anxious to feel her warmth surround my entire length. While I rid myself of my jeans, she wiggled free of her dress.

A man’s cock has three levels of hardness: hard enough to be noticed, hard enough to fuck, and so hard it hurts.

I was in agony.

I wrestled my cock free of the tent it created of my boxers and glanced in her direction. Now completely naked, she looked back at me with eyes that glistened with desire. I turned toward the bed and took an admiring survey of her from head to toe. Her figure was a true hourglass, having curves exactly where curves needed to be.

Curves that I needed to sink my fingertips into.

With my cock in my fist and my heart racing with anticipation of feeling her warmth once again, I climbed onto the bed.