I’m tempted to play with him some more and ignore his question again. Push him like he pushes me. But the idea of telling this man my filthy fantasies while I get off watching him is too delicious to deny.
“I liked when you choked me. Fighting for air and pleasure, not knowing what I want more…” I trail off in a moan as my pussy pulses, my orgasm so fucking close.
“I like knowing that someone might walk in and see me getting fucked…by daddy,”I add, and he sputters a curse as precum leaks from the red head of his cock. “Are you going to come for me, Cash?”
He just groans as his breathing heaves, his fist pumping fast up and down. His face pinches, and I know I have to put a stop to this. “Don’t you dare fucking come before me.”
His eyes fly open, and he growls, “I don’t take orders from sluts.”
“Oh, but I thought I am your queen.” He works his jaw as his hand fights to slow down, and I realize that he really is putty in my hands if I know how to play him right. He doesn’t respond, just huffs with every stroke of his cock. Our breathing becomes a harmony in the night air as we both work toward our climaxes.
“Fuck, fuck, fu-fuck,”I cry as my muscles draw tight, my pussy squeezing hard under the pressure from the stream of hot water.
“Louder,a chuisle,” he orders with a grunt, and I know he’s hanging on by a thread. “Be a good girl and come nice and loud for daddy now.”
My whole body quakes as my orgasm crests, the powerful jet keeping the sparks of pleasure flying like fireworks. “God, yes—ah.”
“Yes baby, just like that. My good fucking girl.Fuck,Harlow—”Cash growls, his words cut off as he comes breathlessly, his seed painting his chiseled stomach.
I feel like absolute Jello as my limbs turn to liquid in the steaming tub, and my elbows on the deck are the only thing stopping me from going under. Cash has his head thrown back, breathing heavily with his softening cock resting on his stomach.
The calmness lingering between us shatters when his phone rings. He hisses and rips it from his pocket, cursing when he reads the caller's name. “Someone better be fucking dead or dying, Finneas,” he barks into the phone.
While he listens to his brother on the other line, I decide the show isn’t over yet. I slowly stand up in the hot tub, steam billowing around me and water rivulets running down my rolls and curves. Cash’s hand on his phone tightens until his knuckles blanche, and he bites down on his lip, nostrils flaring.
“No, it has to be tonight,” he grinds out. “And I want the dock cleared out of everyone else.”
I slink over to him. Standing in front of him, I reach for his robe on the table behind him. As I lean forward, my full breasts hang inches from his face, and I hear him hiss under this breath. His hand not holding the phone hovers above my hip, like he doesn’t know if he can afford to touch me right now. I take a step back before he can decide.
Now I’m above him, looking down on him with heated eyes as I wrap myself up in his robe. His dick twitches, I’m sure at the sight of me in something that belongs to him.
Before leaving, I dip forward and drag a finger through the still-warm cum coating his abs. His mouth falls open as I suck my finger clean.
“Good night,daddy.”
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Chapter sixteen
And The Bratva Go Boom
Cash
IoptformyHarley instead of driving. After that stunt Harlow pulled on the roof, I need something to distract me from the whirlpool of toxic emotions battering me right now. And going one hundred with the night air rushing past and uncapped power rumbling from the engine is the best distraction I’m going to get.
The closer I get to the port, the more I can smell the brackish water. There’s something satisfying about knowing I’m close to open waters. It’s not that I want to run away —I mean, shit I want to tie Harlow to my bed and never fucking leave—but this inferno inside me is making me crave a wide-open space to explode, to purge.
Because it was the hottest fucking sight, her all hot and wet—in more ways than one—fucking herself on the jet while I jerked myself. Us climaxing together but apart, jumping over that edge side by side. But there was something else, something…off.
It was there in the way she would switch from demure and timid to controlling and dominant in the blink of an eye. Something about the trail of clothes she left and the fact that she chosemyrobe to wrap around her naked body. I can’t put my finger on it, and that drives me fucking mad.
She thinks I’m crazy, but she’s so goddamn hot and cold. At least I own my depravity. I’ve told her from the get-go that she isn’t justanywoman, she ismywoman. It’s her own damn fault if she didn’t realize that I meant every single word. Her words on the other hand…
I need it.
Just a moment of weakness.
Choke me, fuck me.