“Bon appetit.”
That made him grin. “Spread her open for me.”
A shiver ran through me as I reached between my legs and parted my lips with two fingers.
Cash growled low in his throat and dove in. My whole body jerked as his tongue flicked over my clit. I tried to hold it in, but his mouth was too much.
“Money…” I whimpered, running my hand over his head.
He moaned into me, my soul nearly left my body when he added two fingers and curled up so they pressed against my spot.
“This pretty ass pussy,” he muttered, eating me like I was his last meal.
“FUCK, Cash?—”
He pressed on my stomach with his palm, and I almost blacked out. My thighs clamped around his head, and I cried out, not giving a fuck if my neighbors heard me as I came. He didn’t stop until I pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more.
He sat back on his heels, his beard and fingers glistening, looking proud of himself.
I laid there with a lopsided smile on my face, bonnet crooked, but I was too far gone to care.
I reached for his belt as he stood, peeping the heavy print straining against his pants.
“Aht,” he said, catching my hands and pulling me up to stand with him. “As much as I wanna bend you over and fuck the shit outta you… not tonight.”
I cocked my head. “You scared?”
He chuckled, running his tongue over his teeth as he eyed me hungrily. “Nah, sweetheart. I’m tryna pace myself. You taste too good—I fuck you now?” He shook his head. “I‘m already knowin’ I’m not coming off you.”
My stomach fluttered at the implication, even as my fingers kept fiddling with his belt like they had a mind of their own.
Cash grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me sloppily. I tasted myself on his tongue and wanted more.
“Jas,” he said, resting his forehead against mine. “Once I’m inside you? That’s it. You mine forreal. I already pistol-whipped a nigga for talking crazy to you. Now imagine how I’ma act when I’m in that thing. You ready for that?”
I rolled my eyes and bent to grab my shorts. “Whatever.”
He sat on the edge of the couch, tracking my movements with a quiet intensity that made my chest tighten.
“What you getting into tomorrow?”
“Work. I have to go in for the next four days.”
“Aight. Text me when you’re on your lunch break, and I’ll come scoop you.”
I nodded, but still felt a little sting. I wanted him to stay, even though I knew he shouldn’t.
“Stop that,” he said, wrapping me in a hug. “You’re overthinking again. This isn’t a sneaky link, Jasmine—I’m not moving like that with you.”
There was no deceit in his brown eyes.
“But,” he added with a smirk, “I also know you got a queen-sized bed. That’s too small for me anyway.”
I pushed him off me. “You haven’t even been in my room! How you know what size bed I have?”
“Educated guess. I’m wrong?”
“Not too much on my bed,” I shot back. “I’ve had?—”
