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“Is this what you wanted, Bobcat… for me to chase down my prize?” Cash’s gruff voice is like a steady vibration to my core, and I shimmy in response.

Another swift slap hits the opposite ass cheek, and I moan as he carries me up the stairs and into his room.

He throws me onto the bed, and I watch as his eyes never leave my body while he rips off his shirt.

“You're playing a dangerous game here, Bella,” he says as he kneels between my legs, bending over to kiss a line along my stomach, making me writhe.

His fingers tease the waist of my thong, waiting for my approval to take this further.

I lift my hips, and I swear I hear him audibly sigh in relief.

Cash raises my legs up, removing my boots, then slides my panties all the way off, but he doesn’t put my legs down like I assume he would.

Instead, he starts a slow trail of kisses down my leg, starting at my ankle.

The scruff from his mustache creates a tingling sensation that shoots through me and has me moaning.

“Please, don’t tease me,” I beg when his kisses approach the apex of my thighs, and he pauses there.

“I'm not teasing… I'm admiring,” he says. His finger coasts along my soaked pussy, and I instinctively open my thighs even wider.

He tsks, then grabs my hand, pulling me to stand in front of the bed alongside him. Making quick work of taking off his own boots, he chucks them across the room. Then, as if my subconscious willed it, he unbuckles his jeans and slides them off his muscled legs, along with his boxer briefs.

Cash Leblanc is a sight to behold on any given day, but right now, naked and fully erect… This man is like a statue of a Greek god, and I'm ready to worship at his feet.

His hands reach around my back to unhook my bra, and I let it fall to the ground. He backs himself onto the bed, leaning on his elbows as the gold flecks in his eyes sparkle up at me.

I stand there for a few moments, completely bare in front of him, while my body glows with the way he’s taking in every inch of me.

“And what a prize it is…” he says, cupping his hard cock. I ache for him to be inside me. My desperation has me practically panting.

Cash’s eyes snag onto my belly button ring, and a mixture of lust and softness swims in his gaze.

“I’ll never forget the first day I saw you sitting in my kitchen.

I couldn’t stop admiring you, trying so hard not to notice every detail.

Even this sexy little ring in your belly.

But I couldn’t stop thinking of you, and no matter what, over the past few years, that’s never changed. ”

His confession and admiration make me lightheaded in the best way.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Come here.” Reaching out his hand, he beckons me to come to him.

I climb on top of him, my legs straddling his lap. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am, but I couldn’t care less.

The air buzzes between us, and there’s no denying the palpable need we share.

“You don’t know how many times I've dreamt of this moment.” My truth slips out right before I crash my lips to his. Cash’s arms wrap around my naked body, his fingers of one hand twisting in my hair as the other holds me flush against his hard chest.

When we break our kiss, I stare into his brown eyes as they search my face.

“You sure?” he asks, leaning his forehead to mine as our panting chests brush against each other, and I nod.

“I couldn’t want this more. I couldn’t want you more,” I whisper.

He doesn’t move at first, so I take the initiative. I grab his cock and line myself over him, slowly sinking down onto his thick length. My breath escapes me once he’s fully seated inside of me, the stretch of him unlike anything else I’ve experienced. He’s perfect.

“Fuuuck,” Cash groans as his body shudders.

It takes a few moments to catch my breath before I'm holding on to his shoulders and rocking my hips. His hands grip my ass, assisting with my torturous pace.

“You feel so…so good.”

“Is this what you dreamt of? Riding my cock…driving me fucking wild.”

His words have me picking up my pace, and we both moan, low and deep. Every gentle graze of his fingers, and kiss along my neck feels so fucking good… Every single bit of him I can get I want more of.

“This is even better than I ever dreamed of,” I say, no need to hide from him. Not now, not while we’re locked together like this. Finally, after all this time.

Cash’s fingers brush away a loose strand of hair off my face, then cup my cheek.

With anyone else, the intimacy of the action would have me recoiling, but I find myself leaning into his touch.

The way his eyes bore into mine has my heart beating erratically.

I’ve never had sex like this before, never opened myself up to anyone else like this before.

We don’t say a word for a few moments, just allowing our touches and kisses to speak for us.

My body teeters on the edge of ecstasy, and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

“Cash,” I pant. “I'm—I'm so close.”

He growls in response and flips our position so I'm lying on the bed and he’s hovering over me, my legs propped on his shoulders. His thrusts hit me deeper from this position, and I cry out, clenching around him. Damn, that was hot.

“You feel so fucking good. I can feel you getting tighter. Desperate to come…”

My eyes roll to the back of my head when his powerful hips thrust and grind, his cock massaging that spot deep inside me.

“Look at you…taking every inch of my cock like I always knew you could.”

I think I’ve lost the ability to speak. I'm a panting, moaning, wanton mess with the way he’s pounding into me relentlessly. A delicious ache builds at my core, so fast, it takes my breath away.

“I'm going to come… Oh fuck, oh fuck… I’m coming.” My words break through my panting breaths, tingling, aching pleasure swirling through my every limb as I scream his name.

“Yes, baby. Fuck, that’s it. Come all over my cock. Scream my name so loud the windows shake.”

Cash’s thrusts become reckless and no longer paced, his hips bucking into me like a wild stallion…desperately chasing after his own orgasm. When he reaches down and rubs erratic circles over my clit, I fall into another release, nails digging into his shoulders, seeing stars as he groans above me.

“I'm going to come so deep inside this pussy. You’re going to feel me long into the night,” he moans, just as his body starts to shudder.

“Bella!” he yells as I feel him come inside me, and I moan at the feeling. His body rocks into mine, draining every last ounce of his energy until he collapses on top of me.

We lie there, a tangled mess of limbs. His head rests on my chest as we calm our heaving breaths.

I close my eyes, lost in the feel of his full weight on top of me as my fingers stroke through the curled edges of his hair. His mustache tickles the soft skin of my breast as he places tiny kisses on my chest, and I groan when he pulls away.

His hand laces with mine, and he helps me off the bed, and I pout when I catch a glimpse of the time.

“Come on, beautiful. As much as I love seeing you freshly and thoroughly fucked, we need to get ourselves cleaned up and back to MRU.”

He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us into his bathroom. I feel the evidence of what we did, creating a sticky mess between our bodies.

And that’s when it hits me… We didn’t use a condom.

But when he walks us under the steady, warm stream of the rainfall showerhead, any worries and cares evaporate, and within minutes, he’s pressing himself back into me for another round.

I never want this to end.