Page 68 of Trashy Conquest


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“Fuck yes.” He pulls me away from the wall and bends me over the arm of a chair. His fingers are warm and rough against my skin as he yanks my leggings down my thighs, baring my ass. His palm lands on my left butt cheek with a sound slap.

I glance over my shoulder in shock, but something about the way he’s standing behind me, arm raised in preparation for another smack, steals my breath. Getting spanked by him in the loft of his brother’s club, where anyone could catch us, thrills me more than it should. I raise my ass in silent invitation. Fisting my blond locks with his free hand, he yanks my head back and lands another one on my bottom.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“Thank God.” He grips my ass and plunges to the hilt, and we both moan. “I was dying to fuck you like this the first time I kissed you.” His breaths are hot and fast against my ear, splashing heat down my neck. “I’ve never craved anyone as much as I crave you.”

I push my ass into his groin, urging him deeper. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance, Jules.” He rams me from behind, and each thrust is a frantic, raw, untamed claim on me. The band launches into the next song, and the riff of an electric guitar drifts to the loft from the first floor, accompanied by the drum beat.

The music floods my ears, but all of my other senses belong to Cash, and I close my eyes to amplify each remaining one.

The linger of his champagne kiss on my lips.

The wafting spiciness of his skin.

The deep thrusts of his cock.

Only a few minutes pass before I come in a violent wave, and my spine bows under his onslaught. Mouth forming a muted circle of ecstasy, my eyelids drift up, and I find the shocked gaze of his brother staring back from the top of the stairs.

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