Cash's Fight(95)

When they arrived back at the clubhouse, Cash pulled her upstairs to his room before she could become upset again. Closing the door behind them, he started tugging off her clothes.

“Cash, slow down.”

He didn’t slow down; instead, he tore off his clothes before pushing her down on the bed. Wedging himself between her thighs, he took her pussy in one hard stroke.

“Cash!”

Now that he was in her, he slowed down, lowering his mouth to give her his. She stared up at him with heat and a trace of uncertainty. It was the indecision he planned to fuck out of her. By morning, she wouldn’t be able to sneak out of his bed because she was going to be too tired.

“Are you always going to run off when you get mad?” Cash brushed his mouth against one of her nipples.

“Probably. I hate fighting.”

Cash laughed so hard Rachel hit his chest.

“What’s so funny?”

“You don’t know yourself at all, do you?”

“Better than you do,” she smarted off. “If you don’t shut up, I’m not staying.” She rolled over in a huff.

She was here, but she wasn’t. Rachel was still keeping a part of herself away from him, and it was pissing him off. He rolled her back over to face him. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he lifted her hips so his cock was notched at the opening of her tight pussy.

Taking her hands in one of his, he pulled them over her head, stretching her taut underneath him, under his control.

His mouth moved to her ear. “You want my cock?”

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Where do you want it?”

Rachel moaned arching her hips, but Cash kept himself from sliding in her moist warmth.

“Where do you want it?” He gritted his teeth, expertly rubbing her clit.

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“Say it. Say, Cash, I want your cock in my pussy.” His fingers left her clit, going to her nipple and wiping her juices on the tight bud before lowering his mouth to taste her.

He felt her become wetter against his cock at his crude words. His little vixen was going to learn hard and fast that she was his woman, and the days of her walking away from him were over.

“I want your cock in my pussy.”

Cash let the head of his cock slid inside of her before stopping.

His tongue licked her lips. “This is going to be rough this time. I’m going to give it to you the way I like to take it.”

“Oh…”

Cash pounded his cock inside of her until he was balls deep. He had always consciously gone easy on her, aware of her tenderness and newness at being in an intimate relationship; however, the only way he was going to tame his vixen was to give her something she wasn’t going to forget when she sneaked out of his bed despite his best attempts to keep her there. Every time she would move, the aching awareness between her thighs would bring him to her mind. He was going to become her addiction, as she had become his.

He fucked her harder, sucking her nipple harder to torment her. He played with her body until she called his name out over and over. In the past, he had always preferred women to be silent when he had sex with them. Her whimpers of arousal almost made him come, but he controlled his climax with an iron will.

“You are mine and no one else’s. Stay away from Scorpion, Patrick, and Charles.”

He still saw the light of battle in her eyes, but this time, he also saw the beginning of her capitulation.

“All right!” she gasped as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.

It was enough for tonight.

Sliding his hand down, he slid a finger between the fleshy lips, brushing across her clit, giving the stimulation she needed.

“Cash!” When she screamed his name as she came, he let his own control go, pumping inside her until his own release stormed her body.

He had every intention of keeping her by any means. Fair or foul, his little vixen was going to find herself trapped.

* * *

Rachel sneaked cautiously down the hallway. She really didn’t want to be confronted with another pair having sex. She had to work hard to keep the erotic images she had participated in herself that night from entering her mind.

She went down the steps quietly, she saw the club room was almost empty. Going to the front door, she was about to open it when she glanced back and saw Dean sitting on a large chair with his back to the door.

Cheryl approached him, sitting down on the arm of the chair and leaning over to glide her hand across his chest toward his thigh. She almost went out the door, not wanting to see her former pastor engage in sex with Cheryl.

Dean’s words had her pausing with her hand on the door.

“Stop, Cheryl. I’m going to save you the effort and tell you now: you won’t be getting my vote.”