Begging her to put me out of my misery.
“Cash,” she returned, and she sat up so she was no longer resting on her hands. She dragged her nails down my chest. Cutting in and leaving a trail of fire over the fabric of my tee.
She yanked at the fly of my jeans.
My brain was fuckin’ scrambled.
Everything I knew in disrepair.
Alive in a way I hadn’t been. Not in years. Not since her.
Dangerous. So fuckin’ dangerous.
I buried my face in her neck, grasping for sanity. Her goodness only invaded. Clawing deeper.
She had my cock out of my jeans and was stroking me hard and fast as I pumped my fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her.
She gasped and choked as pleasure gathered.
Sparked in the air. Threatened to combust.
It was the same pleasure that stalked up and down my spine as I erratically fucked my cock into that soft, sweet hand.
I jerked back. Staring at the truth in those angel eyes.
A hunger hit me from all sides.
Fuck.
I wanted to kiss her.
Devour her seductive mouth and consume her delicious body.
Completely surrender.
Drive into her and claim her. Mark her in every way.
Fill her so fucking full I would be the only thing she could feel.
But I knew what would happen if I did.
If I took her completely.
I’d be gone.
Dust.
Completely lost in who she was. I would never be able to go back.
She squeezed tighter as she rasped and panted into my mouth. As I fucked my fingers as deep as they could go.
Swirling my thumb over her clit with each thrust.
Ecstasy brimmed at the edges of our sight.
Rising up on the fringes of consciousness.
Ready to take us over.
