Page 69 of Cash

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered as she came back down. I dragged her to my bike and bent her over the seat. I yanked her jeans halfway down her thighs and leaned over to whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you now, unless you tell me no.”

“Cash,” she panted breathlessly.

“I need the words, Rosie. Tell me to fuck you, baby. Tell me to shove my cock inside you.”

My fingers probed at her, and she wiggled back toward me.

“Tell me what you want, Rosie.” I pushed my own jeans down, pulling my cock out and rubbing it through her soaked pussy. “What do you want, Rosie?” I nudged the head of my cock against her entrance. Her whimpers were getting louder.

“Say the words, baby.”

“Fuck me, Cash.”

“Thank fucking Christ.” I shoved my cock inside her. “Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “You’re so goddamn tight, baby.” I pulled back and rammed her again.

“Cash,” she cried out. One hand grabbed her hip; the other snaked up her front and collared her throat.

“I need you to come again, Rosie. I won’t last in this tight fucking cunt. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, baby.”

“I can’t,” she breathed.

“You fucking can. And you fucking will.” The hand holding her throat moved to her clit. I rubbed the little nub as I pounded into her from behind. When I felt the walls of her pussy strangling my cock, I pinched her clit and she screamed out her release.

She came so hard I thought she would break my dick. I tried to pump into her as she came, but the force with which she squeezed my cock caused my own release and I came with my own shout.

I kept her pinned to my bike until the black spots that overtook me finally receded.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

I kissed the back of her neck and felt my dick harden again.

“Cash, I have to go.”

“Baby, I want to fuck you again.” I began to move my hips, and she moaned against the seat she was pinned to. “One more, Rosie. Give me one more.”

I fucked her again, quicker and harder. When she came a third time, her scream was hoarse. And the raspy sound of her release triggered my own.

“Fuck, baby.” I pulled out of her and watched as my cum leaked from her entrance. I used my fingers to push it back in. I didn’t know if she was on birth control. I didn’t ask. I didn’t fucking care one way or the other.

When she began to stir, I pulled up her jeans and then my own. I turned her around and wrapped my arms around her. “Can I tell Ryder and Ellie we’ll have dinner with them tomorrow?”

“Okay,” she sighed.

I waited on the street for Rosie to arrive. I wanted to pick her up, but she still wouldn’t tell me where she was staying.

As the minutes passed by, I began to think she’d chickened out. But just as I gave up hope, I heard her bike.

She pulled up beside my bike and backed into the spot in front of The Bookstore.

“Why are we meeting them here?” she asked, looking at the store.

“They live upstairs.”

Her eyes bulged. “We’re eating in their home? You didn’t tell me that. I thought we were going out.”

“Why are you freaking out?”

“Because in their home there is no escape if things go bad.”