“Do you know how sweet you taste? This fucking bourbon of yours.”
He’s drinking me in. Sipping on my tongue. Taking everything I’m giving him.
I’m dizzy with lust. The way his mouth claims mine is tipping me toward the edge.
“Now, Cash. I can’t take it anymore.”
Cash spins me and put my hands on the sink. Graffiti paints the walls. Colors bursting and mixing together. Our eyes lock in the mirror as he undoes my jeans and shoves them down my thighs. My breasts are hanging out of my cami. I look ravaged. Utterly destroyed by the man who I am falling for.
Cash steps in behind me, sliding his dick through my ass cheeks.
“Do you know how fucking hot you are? What you do to me?” Strong hands drift up my chest as he pulls me back against him.
I press my bare ass into him, urging him on.
“I think I know.”
Cash slips between my legs, pistoning his hips forward. The pierced head comes into view.
“Hands on the sink, Princess.”
I do as he says before he slams inside me.
“Cash!” I scream. I don’t even try to keep my voice down. Not a soul could hear over the music, even if they had their ear pressed up against the door.
His hand snakes into my hair and pulls my gaze to his. Not that I could look away if I tried.
Cash sets a grueling pace. Every drag of those piercings inside me amps me up.
The pressure builds. My skin feels too tight.
“You’re so good at taking my cock, Princess. The way you let me fuck you. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”
It’s his words that send me barreling over the cliff. Thecolors of the bathroom explode behind my eyes as I come. And come. Shooting off like a rocket into the stars.
Cash doesn’t let up as he keeps going before he stills.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the feeling of him bare inside me. The way it feels to have him fill me up with his cum.
I want it every day. Every day I can have him.
“Cash.”
He presses a kiss to my neck, slipping out of me.
Cash’s hands are tender as he puts me back together, pulling my underwear and jeans back up before tucking himself away.
My focus comes back down to earth. I look well fucked. There’s no other way to describe it.
Cash wraps his arms around my waist and holds me. His eyes stay on me.
Like this, together, we fit. I don’t see the bad guy he says he is. I don’t see the princess he claims I am.
We’re Cash and Piper.
The man I’m falling for and want to be with. For longer than the time we’ve been given. I want it to stay this way.
“I’m glad you came,” he whispers.
