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“Easy,” I say, “don’t hurt yourself.”
She’s left a little red mark on her hand, and my cock grows harder at the implication.
“It’s too good,” she whispers. “Cash, it’s too good.”
“You can take it.” I thrust into her, driving myself home and watching as her skin reddens, her eyes go wide, and she turns her head to watch me over her shoulder. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I claim her again, coming so hard, I’m the one who moans, and she rises to meet me, bending so that she can take it all. I hold myself inside her for a minute, then pull out, moaning at the sensation. “You’re unbelievable.”
June is spent, draped across the desk, dripping. I lift her carefully, then walk her into the en suite bathroom so we can clean up. She rests her head against my shoulder, and it’s the perfect moment.
Thirty-Two
JUNE
I wakeup in the darkness, moonlight illuminating the room, my body aching from Cash’s touch. I shift against him. He’s behind me, one arm underneath my neck, the other looped over my waist. I don’t want to move in case it wakes him.
I don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when I leave, or how this will affect Alex, or what my plans for the future are.
I have to be realistic.
But Cash is offering me more than just sex, but I’m not sure he even wants that, not deep down. There’s so much he’s holding back because of what happened with Olivia, with his mother passing, that I don’t know if he’s equipped to handle more than sex.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up,” Cash murmurs in my ear, his breath soft against my neck. He trails his fingers up my naked body and cups my breast. “You’re too tense, June. Let me help you relax.”
I melt at the sound of his voice, pressing myself backward into him.
With Braydon, we never really had the ripped sheets portion of our relationship. My ex was more concerned about what he could get out of sex, rather than how we felt afterward, and even though it was wrong, I wanted to be the best girlfriend.
Braydon wanted to dress me up like a doll and wheel me out. I think a sick part of him liked that he’d “saved me” from my country-girl lifestyle.
But Cash is different. His hand massages my breast then works its way up my chest to my throat. He moves up to my chin, turns my head.
“I can’t stand to see you upset,” he says.
Cash kisses the corner of my mouth, and I reach back and grasp a handful of hair at the base of his neck. He makes a deeply satisfied noise. “I love it when you touch me.”
I want to thank him for how he’s made me feel the past few days. For how protective and kind he’s been. I turn over and kiss him full on the mouth, hoping to show him how happy he makes me. Cash kisses me back, soft and hot.
Slowly, I work my hands down his bare chest, to his cock, already hard for me. I grasp his shaft in my hand, and he throbs. “You can’t touch me like this. I’m going to lose control again.”
I bite down on my lip, staring up into his eyes. I don’t want to talk. I’m afraid of what I’ll say, so I kiss his neck, then the crest of his chest, right over those delicious tattoos, and work my way down his torso.
He catches my forearms. “June,” he says, “you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.” Because I’m that bitch. I want to give him pleasure. I want to know that I’m the one who makes him lose his mind. I want to give him what he’s given me.
Cash releases me, and I move down his body. He’s so thick, I’m not sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth.
His gaze is fixed on me, trusting, longing.
I encircle his head with my lips, and he grunts.
I suck on him, working my mouth over his head, and then taking as much of him as I can until I gag.
“Yesss. Fuck, that’s so good,” he says, fisting a handful of my hair.
I work his shaft with my mouth and hand, striking a pace that has him moaning softly. “That’s it, June. I can’t—” He cuts off, breathless. “I can’t.” He places both hands on my head and helps me set the pace, bringing his dick to the back of my throat. It’s forceful and so sexy I’m already wet for him.
