Cruel Money (Cruel 1)

I raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it hard and fast,” he said, nuzzling into my neck and making my legs go weak.

“I do,” I agreed easily.

“But not right now.”

He spent careful time removing my moccasins and then my hippie cardigan before tugging my dress over my head. His hands grazed my body as he slipped my panties down my legs. But, before he could push me backward, I started in on the buttons of his shirt. Pushing each one through its hole and then finally slipping it off of his shoulders. I moved to his pants, dragging the zipper to the base and letting them fall off of his narrow hips. I was as anxious to get him naked as he was for me. And I wasn’t satisfied until I stripped him out of his boxers, leaving us both completely in the nude.

“You’re so beautiful.” He traced his thumbs over my nipples before dragging one into his mouth.

I tilted my head back and moaned softly at the feel of him. Everything was suddenly heightened.

My hand swept down to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and then moved it up to the head. He sucked in a breath as he sucked in the other nipple, savoring the taste of me. I wanted to do the same.

I ran my thumb across the head and felt a bead of pre-cum wet the tip of my finger. He lengthened further in my hand, and, god, I just wanted to taste him.

Penn bit down on my nipple, and I arched back, achingly tender and wanting more. His hand moved from my breast to between my legs where I was already wet for him.

Before, he might have just scooped me up and buried himself deep inside me. Forgotten the world for a while as we lavished in each other’s bodies. But not tonight.

He tried to ease me back onto the bed, but I stopped him. My hand was still on his dick as I dropped to my knees before him. He inhaled sharply and then gathered my long hair into his hands.

“Open up,” he commanded.

My eyes drifted up to his, and he cocked an eyebrow. I opened my mouth, and then, with his hands still in my hair, he guided his dick between my lips.

I ran the flat of my tongue down his shaft before licking the tip. He shuddered slightly, and I took that as a good sign. I pulled him back into me, sucking his cock and enjoying the way his body reacted. The groans coming out of his mouth. The way he fisted my hair. The rock of his hips as he tried to get deeper into my mouth.

We’d done this before, of course. But this time was different. I could feel how desperately he wanted to take control. How he wanted to fuck my mouth and come deep down my throat. And I fucking loved when he did it. But right now, he was letting me take the lead. Something he rarely allowed. Something I rarely craved.

But this was powerful. It was seductive and made me delirious with need.

“Fuck,” he spat. “Oh fuck, Nat.”

“Mmm,” I moaned on his dick.

He thrust into my mouth harder, losing control. I could feel his dick thickening, preparing to unload.

“Oh Jesus, fuck.” He pulled me backward by my hair. “Fuck, wait.”

“Wait?” I asked, looking up at him with hooded bedroom eyes.

“I want to fuck you.”

“Can’t finish what I started?” I trailed my finger down his shaft.

“I want you to come with me.”

He hoisted me to my feet and then laid me back on the bed. I knew it’d pained him to stop. That he’d been so close. Just on the tip of the iceberg. But he had, and when he looked at me, it was one of desire. He wanted to worship my body.

His hands spread my legs wide. I was bare before him, like a feast at a banquet. And he wanted to devour me.

He leaned forward onto his elbows, gazing down into my eyes. His cock was poised at my entrance, waiting. I lifted my chin and pressed my lips against his.

“I want this,” I told him, rubbing my hand along his jaw. “You.”

“I have to tell you something,” he said, suddenly serious.

I laughed halfheartedly. “Right now? Really?”

I pushed my pelvis up so that the head of his penis pressed ever so slightly inside me. My eyes rolled back, and I invitingly swirled my hips.

“Open your eyes.”

Mine fluttered back open, and I smiled. “What is it you wanted to tell me?”

He looked torn for a minute before saying, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

My smile broadened, and I pulled his lips back down to mine. “Thank you,” I murmured.

Then, he thrust forward. He was gentle at first, slicking himself with my wetness. Then he bottomed out inside me, and we both groaned.