I yanked her bottoms down, dragging two fingers through her wet folds.
“You already ready for me,” I murmured against her mouth.
“Cash…” she panted, pulling my shorts down and wrapping her hand around my dick.
“Fuck, baby.” My knees almost buckled, nearly giving out as she started stroking me slowly.
I lifted her onto the edge of the dresser. The wood creaked beneath her as she parted her thighs for me. More bottles tumbled to the floor as I pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch.
“Oh my God,” she gasped as her head fell back, eyes fluttering closed.
“Goddamn,” I growled as I began to thrust into her. She felt unreal—she was so tight and warm in a way that made my pulse jump. Like she was made for me.
I gripped her fleshy hips and started stroking her slowly, letting her adjust to my size. Her soft moans filled the room as she trembled around me.
“Look at me, Jas,” I said, my voice rough in her ear. “You feel what you doing to me?”
Her nails raked down my back, sending sparks up my spine. “Shit, Money. Don’t stop… please…”
The way she said that name—Money—hit different coming from her, somehow turning me on even more.
“Yeah?” I hooked one arm under her knee and drove in deeper. “You taking this dick like a champ, mama. Like you know this shit yours.”
Each stroke was a declaration—if that nigga Marcus thought he was touching her again, I’d put a bullet in his head.
“‘Cause it is,” she hissed as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I gripped her jaw and spat in her mouth, then dragged my tongue along her throat and bit down on her neck hard enough to make her gasp.
“And this shit mine. Ain’t that right?”
“F-fuck! Yes!” she cried, locking her legs around my waist.
Her cries grew desperate as I circled her clit with my thumb. Her walls tightened around me until she shattered—damn near levitating off the dresser, back arching, legs shaking as her climax rolled through her.
“Fuuuck….” I rasped, using every ounce of willpower I had not to nut.
Jasmine sagged against me, chest rising and falling fast. I slipped my arms under her legs and lifted her off the dresser.
“Where we going?” she asked, voice hoarse, her head resting her on my shoulder.
“I’m not done with you,” I said as I carried her to my bed.
I set her down on the mattress and stepped back to take her in. Her hair was wild, lips swollen, and her skin glistened with sweat. But she was still so fucking beautiful.
“Turn around for me, baby,” I said, licking my lips. “I wanna see that ass bounce.”
She turned around and arched her back slowly. I slapped it, watching it jiggle as her pussy leaked, tempting me to lose control.
“Ain’t no other nigga ever gonna have you like this,” I murmured as I slid back in. “I’ll kill behind you.”
She met every thrust, throwing that shit back on me. “Ooh, you fucking me so good, Money…”
“That nigga wasn’t fucking you like this, was he?” I grunted, pounding her harder.
“No! Shit—right there—fuck!”
I grabbed her shoulder, pulled out, and slammed back in. “Whose pussy is this?”
