Page 106 of Money Reigns

“Damn right they are.”

His hand drags down my body, large palm skimming over my soft stomach, my hips, until his fingers press between my thighs. The thin fabric of my panties does nothing to hide how wet I am.

“You’re soaked.” His voice is a dangerous rasp. “All this just from a little praise? From me telling you what’s mine?”

A helpless sound breaks in my throat when his thumb circles my clit through the damp fabric.

“Talk to me, sweet girl. Tell me what this greedy cunt needs.”

“I-I don’t—” I whimper. “I don’t know.”

He lifts his head, eyes narrowing. “You do. You’re justshy.But I’ll drag it out of you.”

He slides lower, his mouth blazing a trail down my stomach, lips brushing the edge of my panties. When he kisses just above the waistband, my whole body jerks.

“Perfect little mess,” he mutters. Then his fingers hook under the band, and in one sharp motion he rips the panties down my legs and tosses them aside.

He stares for a beat, gaze dark and hungry. “Fuck.Look at you. Glorious. And all mine.”

I try to close my thighs, too bare, too raw, toobig, but his hands clamp around them, forcing them open.

“Don’t.” His growl vibrates straight through me. “You don’t hide from me. You keep these thighs parted and let me see what’s mine.”

And then his mouth is on me.

I gasp, choking on the sound, as his tongue circles my clit in a hot, wet stroke that rips the air from my lungs. My hips jerk on instinct, before I can stop them, but his hands clamp down hard on my thighs, pinning me to the mattress.

“Stay still,” he growls against me, his breath hot over my pussy. “You don’t grind on me. You take what I give you.”

And then he devours me.

His tongue lashes over my clit in ruthless strokes, sucking it into his mouth, releasing it, then doing it again until I’m gasping his name like a prayer. My hands claw the sheets, reaching for anything to hold on to, but he doesn’t let up. Every flick of his tongue, every hard pull of his mouth is calculated torture.

“War! Oh fuck—” I sob, the plea ragged.

A dark groan vibrates from deep in his chest as he pushes two fingers inside me, thick and unrelenting. The sudden stretch rips a cry from me, my body clenching helplessly around him.

“Fuck,” he rasps sucking hard on my clit while his fingers thrust deep. “Tight little cunt’s desperate for me already. You feel that? That’s mine. Every squeeze, every drip;mine.”

The wet sounds are obscene. The slick thrust of his fingers, the greedy suck of his mouth, the rough growl vibrating against my most sensitive spot, it’s filth and hunger, raw and consuming.

I thrash, trembling, my orgasm clawing up fast, wild.

He pulls back just enough to rasp, “You don’t come until I tell you. Do you understand?” His fingers still, buried inside me. His hot breath hovers over my clit, tormenting me with absence.

I whimper, shaking my head, desperate. “Please—”

His teeth graze my clit, sharp enough to make me cry out. “Say it, Olivia. Say you’ll hold it.”

“Yes!” My voice cracks, high and frantic. “Yes, I’ll wait—”

“Good girl.”

And then he’s on me again, tongue relentless, fingers thrusting, curling just right until my back arches clean off the bed. He controls every second, dragging me higher, forcing me to teeter right at the edge without falling.

I know I won’t last. He’s destroying me, orchestrating even the way I break.

His tongue is merciless, dragging me higher with every flick, every rough pull, his fingers pumping inside me until I’m trembling, begging. My nails rake at the sheets, desperate for something to anchor me.