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“I just lay there? How is that fun for you?”

“Babe, I’ll have tits to play with and that sweet cunt of yours…trust me, it’ll be fun. I’m just happy to be invited to the party. You don’t need lessons. Legit. It’s instinct. But if you really want them, I’m happy to provide them.”

Her eyes study mine, and I see the trust forming there.

I blow out a soft breath. I don’t want to let feelings get involved. There’s too much at stake. But when she looks at me like that, knowing I’ll be her first…I’m not sure how we avoid it.

“What’s it like?” she asks.

“I can’t speak to what it’s like for you, but from over here…when you make sounds or grip onto my skin, that generally means you like whatever I’m doing. When I was sucking on your cunt earlier, your thighs sort of shook when you particularly liked something I was doing, and you’d let out these sexy little moans. You also dug your nails into my hair and pushed my face harder into your pussy.” I lift a shoulder nonchalantly, but the truth is that I don’t feel nonchalant at all. If anything, I’m fucking ready to go. Right now. “Stuff like that. You just…let go. Get out of your head and trust your instincts. Have fun and enjoy it. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you need. Or let me take the lead and get you there.”

“Just hearing you talk about it is making me want it,” she murmurs, and she moves in a little closer to me until her body is pressed against mine.

“I told you, you’re going to have to beg for it,” I murmur.

“God, that’s a hot promise.” She shifts her hips so they roll against mine, and I’m immediately hard. My mouth moves to hers as if by instinct, like I was just saying.

I’m not going to fuck her tonight.

But I let my fingertips trail down, and I pause on her hip, teasing her a little, before I lower my hand more and slip a finger into her shorts and then down into her. Her back arches, pushing her tits out as her mouth breaks from mine. Her eyes are closed, but she lifts her shirt, and I lean forward and capture her nipple in my mouth. I suck there, moaning at the taste of her body once more.

I suck hard as I drive my fingers into her over and over, pushing harder as she moans. One of her hands moves up to grip my bicep, her nails digging in, and it’s hot as all fuck knowing that she’s falling apart. She starts to ride my hand in earnest, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers as they pump into her, and I keep sucking that sweet tit.

I pull my fingers out to rub her clit, and that sends her into another dimension. Her fingers dig harder. Her moans get louder. She’s riding against my leg, and it’s making me horny as fuck.

She’s panting as I work her clit, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, and I just keep doing what I’m doing, loving every second of being here with her while she falls apart. When her body lets go, it’s like she didn’t just have an orgasm a few minutes ago on my couch. It’s as enthusiastic and as powerful as her first one, but I feel closer to her after talking to her. After seeing her vulnerability.

Something feels different with her. I haven’t figured out what it is just yet, but it’s big, and it’s a little scary. And it’s starting to make me feel like this wasn’t just some drunken mistake…but fate stepping in to push me toward something I might not have found on my own.

She lets go completely, falling over the edge of pleasure as her body clenches over and over. She clamps her legs together, but I manage to push through to continue the onslaught of pleasure as she rides it out.

When she’s finished, I lick her tit once more. She moves to collapse back, setting the back of her hand on her forehead as she tries to catch her breath.

“Freaking…wow, Cash. Wow.”

I chuckle, and I move up to press a kiss to her lips. I slide back down under the covers, and I toss my arm over her stomach, settling into her side and closing my eyes.

“What about you?” she asks softly.

“I got what I needed,” I murmur sleepily, and those are the last words spoken before we both fall asleep.

CHAPTER 23: Cash Maddox

Vivi’s

That ridiculous warehouse alarm wakes me the following Friday morning, and it induces the same panic the last one did.

We’ve taken to sharing a bed even though we haven’t gotten naked again since last Friday night.

It’s been a week since I had her cunt in my mouth, and I’m ready for it again.

Only tonight…I want it all. If she’s ready for it.

Maybe I’ll get used to the blaring sound, or maybe I’ll convince my wife to change it. I’ll have to figure out a more creative way to wake her up now that she’s sharing a bed with me.

She gets up to find her phone, ambling around my room, and she locates the device and shuts off the awful noise.

“Sorry,” she whispers.