Cash's Fight(87)

“It’s what?” Cash’s confusion brought a vindictive smile to her lips. Rachel thought it was past time Cash got a taste of his own medicine. Cash Adams wasn’t the only man in Treepoint.

“It means I don’t get any benefits from having sex with you when I’m looking for a serious relationship with a man who will eventually be my husband,” she explained.

“It seems to me you benefited from me fucking you last night when you came on my dick.”

Rachel waved her hand airily, dismissing his boast. “The man I pick will be just as able to provide me with sexual satisfaction.”

“No, he won’t.”

“Yes, he will. You’re not the only man who can give a woman an orgasm.”

“I’m telling you he won’t because I’ll kill any motherfucker who lays a hand on you without my permission.”

Cash’s expression gave Rachel pause, but her temper didn’t heed her internal warning. “So, it’s all right for another man to touch me as long as he has your permission?” Rachel screeched.

She started walking toward the road, only to find herself thrown over Cash’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” She hit at his back with her fists as he packed her up the long flight of steps.

“Quit! Do you want to make me drop you?”

“Yes.” Rachel hit at him harder, not stopping when he carried her in the front door and continued upstairs. She lifted her head to see Bliss, Train, and Rider staring up at her from the living room.

“I’m going to kill you!” Rachel threatened.

Cash didn’t answer, remaining silent until he packed her into his bedroom and tossed her harshly down on his bed. Rachel bounced to her knees, ready to fight him tooth and nails if he so much as laid a finger on her.

“Will you calm down so we can talk reasonably?” Cash suggested unsuccessfully.

“You practically kidnap me from work, bring me here without my permission, act like a freaking caveman, and you want me to be reasonable?”

Cash’s amusement at her tirade had her losing what control she had left. Reaching toward his nightstand, she picked his alarm clock up and threw it at him. When he dodged it and she had no further ammunition, she threw herself at him. While Cash tried to catch her flailing hands, her knee made contact with his nuts, giving her a burst of satisfaction that was short-lived as she found her feet swept out from underneath her and she fell backwards onto the bed.

Cash jerked her legs apart, his hands going underneath the side of her panties, burying his finger in her in one swift stroke. Rachel moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as Cash’s mouth went to her neck underneath her ear. The bastard had learned her most erotic spot, sucking the flesh into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.

“Is every Porter a hothead?” he grunted, raising his body off her long enough to unzip his jeans and pull out his cock.

The argument forgotten, Rachel turned her head toward him, seeking his mouth with hers. Cash let her have his mouth at the same time he ripped off her underwear then plunged his hard cock into the tight warmth of her pussy, pounding his length into her.

Rachel groaned at the pleasure of being pinned underneath him as his body took control of hers, bringing a clenching need to feel him deep inside that had her hips lifting to his with each of his strokes so he could slide further inside her.#p#分页标题#e#

“Harder, Cash,” Rachel demanded. She didn’t feel defeated by succumbing to him; hell, the man could make any woman give it up.

He tore at the front of her dress, exposing her bra. Then he pulled out of her long enough to pull off her dress and bra before pressing her back down into the mattress.

“Cash, you need to get a condom.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t get pregnant. I’ll use the rhythm method.” His cock filled her slowly, his movements gradually building until the bed was shaking from the power of his thrusts. Just as she was about to come, he slowed, bringing her budding climax to a low simmer.

“I…” Rachel licked her lips. “I don’t think this can be considered…” He began thrusting harder once again, building her climax until it was within her grasp and making her forget what she had been about to say.

When she ran her hands up his sides, bunching up his t-shirt, Cash let her pull it off him. She tossed it to the side as her mouth found one of his nipples, biting it softly before exploring his chest with her tongue, liking the salty taste of him.

Cash’s fingers found one of her nipples, pinching it until a stinging sensation had her gripping his hips harder with her thighs.