“You feel so good.” My voice wavers a bit, but the way he looks at me, like I’m the only woman in the world, has memelting into the moment. “I’ve never…” I bite my lower lip, and a moan slips out when he moves his hips. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”
It’s the truth, and even if Cash doesn’t realize exactly how I mean it, it doesn’t matter. My words seem to fuel him. “Oh yeah?”
I don’t even have time to nod before he pulls back, almost all the way. “I plan on making you feel a whole lot more than this before I’m done with you.”
I open my mouth, but there’s no time to respond before he slams back in with enough force to take the air from my lungs and bounce me backwards.
There’s no time to recover as he sets a rough and unyielding rhythm. Deep, relentless thrusts that make my breasts bounce with every impact.
The slap of our bodies coming together fills the cabin, mixing with our ragged breaths, Cash’s grunts, and my moans.
He’s so big, stretching me to my limits. Every thrust feels deeper than the one before it. I can hardly believe my body is not only taking him, but demanding more and more.
He feels incredible. Each stroke winds the coil of pleasure deep inside me tighter and tighter, pulling sounds from my lips that I’ve never made before. I couldn’t hold back for anything in the world.
“You like that, don’t you, city girl?”
"Yes. Oh, yes.” I wrap my legs around his waist, tentatively at first, then more boldly, meeting him thrust for thrust, my nails grazing down his back as I lose myself in the all-consuming sensation.
“Greedy, aren’t you?” he teases, his voice strained with his own building release.
He reaches around and pulls my hands away from him, pinning them above my head with one massive palm.
The stretch pushes my breasts up and out. He dips his head, pulling one nipple into his mouth, with a sharp tug that makes me cry out, and a rush of heat floods my pussy.
With his free hand, Cash reaches between us and circles my clit with strokes that are equally rough and gentle and have me squirming with need.
“My good little city girl wants more, doesn’t she?”
I nod my head frantically, desperate for more. His dirty words fuel my desire.
His finger hovers over my clit. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
“Yes.” The word is hardly more than a breath. He still doesn’t touch me. I try to lift my hips up to grind against him and take what I need, but frustratingly, he still holds himself back.
“You want me to fuck you until you’re seeing stars?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Cash. Please.”
His lips quirk up into a wicked little grin. “Told you I’d make you beg, city girl.” And then his finger presses straight onto my clit as he slams back into me.
His fingers work in time with his hips. The pressure builds fast. White-hot and relentless, I feel like I might explode.
I arch up against him, totally lost in the sensation of him claiming me completely, every nerve singing with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Cash. Never. Stop.”
He growls, thrusting deeper, harder than I can comprehend. “That’s right, city girl. Take all of me. Just like that. Good girl. Scream my name when you come.”
That’s exactly what I do. His name rips from my throat as the orgasm crashes through me, my walls pulsing around his thick length.
It’s shattering, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced or could have possibly imagined. It goes on forever,wave after wave of exquisite pleasure ripping through me until I’m breathless.
He follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan, spilling hot and thick inside me, his cock twitching with every pulse.
I have a fleeting thought about birth control, but it’s far too late to think about that. Besides, I know my cycle. It should be fine.
We collapse in a sweaty tangle, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, his forehead drops to mine, and we breathe together until finally our breathing slows.
Cash rolls to his side, pulling me against his chest, one hand possessively cupping my ass.
