The Bad Boy Wants Me(37)

I sit up.





Chapter Nineteen


Cash

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXSpXO4N-tI

- Down in The DM,

The Art of The Hustle

By the time I come back with the basket she has pulled a large bath towel around her body and tucked one end between her breasts. It looks hot as fuck. I stand at the doorway and stare at her. Tendrils of gold hair fall in twists around her face and neck. The girl is too damn cute for my liking.

‘What?’ she asks, her mouth red and swollen from sucking my cock so long and hard. Just thinking about her lips wrapped around my dick makes me go hard again.

Fuck. This is going to be a problem.

I’ve never wanted a woman so completely, even after banging her this many times. I got rules, man. Normally by now my cock and I would already be finding a way out. Saying our goodbyes in the most diplomatic way possible, which we have discovered doesn’t actually exist. Goodbye has the unfortunate tendency of making eminently rational girls turn in the blink of an eye into raving psychos. My experience: the sooner you make your exit the better it goes down.

I walk up to the bed, put the basket on it, walk around the side, then up to her. I start unbraiding her hair. Don’t be nobody you ain’t. That’s my motto, but fuck me if this shit doesn’t feel real. I fluff her mermaid hair out.

‘That’s better,’ I say softly.

She stares at me with big eyes.

The mood in the room changes.

‘Are you an angel?’ I ask. Fuck, look at me being cheesy.

‘No, but thank you for the awkwardness you have created,’ she says, biting her bottom lip.

‘Did you think about me last night after I left?’ I ask.

‘No,’ the barefaced liar says.

‘I did. I fantasized about what you would look like with your ankles by your ears’.

She flushes bright red.

‘You’ve gone an interesting shade of red,’ I mock.

She covers her heated cheeks with her palms. ‘What do you expect? It’s a graphic image.’

‘What the hell? You’ve just sucked my dick and I’ve just fucked you senseless.’

She drops her eyes. ‘It’s different when it’s done in the heat of the moment.’

I part the towel.

‘Cash,’ she protests, but not too hard.

‘Open your legs. I wanna peek.’

Slowly her thighs open to reveal her blonde thatch and underneath, wet folds of pretty pink flesh. Ain’t nothing sweeter than a fully swollen pussy after a good pounding. My cock twitches. In my world you get addicted to drink, drugs and pussies. Notice I said pussies. Always plural. Why settle for one when you can have them all? But she’s blindsided me, big time. I can’t keep away. One look at her pussy and I want to fuck her again and again and fucking again.

‘Slide your finger in,’ I tell her.

‘Stop being such a pervert,’ she says and closes her legs with a snap.

‘Go on, be wild for me. Play with yourself.’

She opens her legs slowly. Thick honey is oozing out of her. She places her palm on the gold triangle of hair and slowly moves her finger around and around her slick clit. She is so aroused it is protruding like a little white pearl from its hood of flesh. Her sex is actually throbbing.

I reach out and push my finger into her opening.

She gasps.

I push it in and out of her.

Her breathing becomes faster and I shove two fingers into her and hers start circling her clit faster. I watch her laying there pleasuring herself and it is a glorious sight. I stick a third finger inside her, pump her hard until her whole body arches back.

At that point I can bear it no more and I push her back on the bed and plunge hard and deep into her. Her moan is a beautiful sound, and I feel the blood surging and pulsating in my veins as I ram my entire length into her. I don’t stop until we both explode.

‘Fuck, we didn’t use any protection,’ she says, startling me.

I frown. What the fuck was I thinking of? I can’t believe I did that. I’ve never gone bareback with anybody.

‘Are you on any kind of protection?’ I ask urgently, lifting my sweat drenched body upwards.

‘Yeah,’ she says. ‘I’ve got one of those five year things under my skin.’

I breathe a sigh of relief. Hell, I’m losing it with this girl.





Chapter Twenty


Tori

‘Is this meant to be for two?’ I ask pulling more and more packets of food out of the picnic basket. ‘The delicatessen sure packed a lot of food.’

‘You eat what you can and I’ll finish the rest. After that session I need the sustenance,’ Cash says, looking extremely smug.

Attached to the lid of the basket there are plates, cutlery and glasses. I take them down and put them on the bed. Cash goes and gets the champagne that has been sitting in ice and fills our glasses.