Cash's Fight
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“What’s so cool about it? It’s just a bedroom.”
“I’ll show you later.” He pivoted on his heel, his hands going to her waist. Not wasting any time, he starting tugging down her skirt.
She wiggled her hips to help his progress and stepped out of the tiny skirt. Cash released an appreciative whistle at the sight before him. The tiny, black-leather panties were a brief patch over her pussy. He could see her fiery curls peeking out the side. The leather bra top was a perfect match for the thong.
“Tell Sex Piston I’ll give her cash for the outfit. She’s not getting it back,” he said hoarsely.
He stalked her as she teasingly backed away from him. When she would have fallen onto the leather couch at the end of the room, Cash caught her, spinning her around.
Not giving her time to react, he used his body to maneuver her to the end of the couch then pressed her over the arm, her ass tilted up to him.
“You’re lucky Shade keeps his toys locked up. I’m going tomorrow to buy a paddle. This ass of yours is the best I’ve ever seen.” His palm ran over her ripe bottom. The only thing wrong with it was it needed his palm print, which he was about to rectify.
His first smack on her bottom had her trying to rise up.
“Stay still.”
The second, she released a small squeak but didn’t move. By the fourth, she was moaning. He plunged a finger into her tight pussy to find her soaking wet.
“My little fox likes her ass whipped, doesn’t she?”
When she didn’t answer other than to lift her ass higher, he smacked her again, harder.
“Yes.” Her answer satisfied him.
Not wanting to disappoint her, he gave her three more while driving his finger deeper inside her. When he couldn’t take any more and her ass was a pretty pink, he removed his finger, unzipping his jeans.
He placed his cock at her opening, leaving the thong on. The sexy underwear nearly made him come before he could stroke himself inside her steaming pussy.
His hand went to her hair as the primitive feelings of conquering the woman underneath him had him losing control. His movements became rougher as he drove them toward a climax he tried to contain, but the sexy image of her in the heels and black leather undermined his control. Burying himself as deep as he could go in her pussy, he came when he felt her climax on his dick.
His hand smoothed over her dream catcher tat while using his hand in her hair to lift her limp body from the couch. A feeling of possessiveness came over him.
“Don’t think I’ll ever let you get away from me again. There isn’t an army or brother of yours who can accomplish that. I’ve let you have your space because I know you fell for me when you were a kid and I hurt you, but that’s over.” He held her still when she would have skittered away from him.
“Are you still in love with me?” Silence met his question, but Cash hadn’t expected anything less from his vixen. “That’s okay. You don’t have to admit a damn thing.”
His hands went to the zipper between her breasts, sliding it down until the cups fell away, revealing her breasts.
“Want to see what’s cool now?”
Cautiously, she nodded.
“Take your heels off.” Cash hated to see her take the shoes off, promising himself that he would fuck her in them again by morning.
When she removed the shoes, he helped her slide off the thong, tucking it into his jean pocket. He wasn’t taking a chance she would give them back. He planned to find out where Sex Piston had bought them and buy her every fucking color.
He shed his own clothes before going to the bathroom door where he motioned for her to come inside. The best part of the night was about to begin.
* * *
Rachel had only seen showers like this in magazines. She went down the steps, staring into the mirrored tiles of one side and seeing Cash come up behind her. His hand reached out, starting the water.
“I may never want to leave.”
Cash chuckled. “This shower almost cost Viper a divorce until he put one in just like it for Winter.”
The rainfall showerhead was amazing. Rachel lifted her face up to the water, feeling Cash’s soapy hands exploring her body. She spread her legs when a soapy washcloth cleaned between them while the side showerheads rinsed her body off. She felt his already hardening cock prodding her ass.
As Cash used the wash cloth to stimulate her clit, Rachel thought she was in Heaven, being surrounded by a luxurious shower while sharing it with the man she had fantasized about for years. Dreams do come true, she thought.
The sound of the shower door opening had her squeaking, trying to move behind Cash as Train came inside naked, wetting his hair and grabbing the soap.
“Don’t mind me.”
Rachel stared at him, having to close her mouth before she choked on all the water blasting at her. Cash hooked her around the waist, her water-slickened body easily dominated by his large one.
“Did I tell you to move?”
Rachel shivered at the tone of command in his voice.
She released an unwitting moan when his fingers returned to her pussy. Her eyes were pinned to Train’s as Cash parted her pussy lips to Train’s avid interest. Rachel’s gaze involuntarily lowered to Train’s cock, completely certain his was the size that sent women running. She had trouble taking Cash’s large size, so Rachel wasn’t sure how a woman would manage with what Train was packing.
“You haven’t shaved her yet?” Train’s casual question confused her until Cash’s fingers moved to play with her curls between her legs.
“Not yet.”
“Need some help?”
“All I can get,” Cash replied sardonically.
Rachel saw Train pick up the shower gel, pouring some into his hand before moving closer to her. Cash’s hand went to her hair, pulling her head back to lie on his shoulder.
“Spread your legs wider. Give the man some room to work with.”
Rachel stared into his reassuring eyes as Train’s hands rubbed the soap into her fiery curls, his thumb alternating brushing and pressing down on her fleshy clit.
She felt Cash move then saw him hand Train a long-handled razor.
Freezing in place at the sight of the wicked-looking instrument, she let him scrape the razor against her flesh as he shaved her clean. Cash took turns lifting each of her legs as the razor moved dangerously over her delicate area.
As Train took the showerhead off and sprayed directly on her pussy, rinsing her off, the powerful blast nearly gave her an orgasm. Afterward, he hung the showerhead back up then dropped to his knees in front of her.
Rachel had never perceived she could be in a sexual situation like she was in. It went beyond the scope of what she believed herself capable off.
She gazed up trustingly at Cash, feeling Train’s finger splay open the fleshy lips of her pussy.
“Let’s see how well I did.”
While Cash’s hand swept down to her breast, the mirrored tiles held her attention as Train’s tongue explored her softly, barely making contact with her skin. Being trapped between two highly sexual males raised a carnality which had her pressing against him, asking for a firmer touch.
Cash lifted her slightly off her feet, holding her around her waist while Train lifted one of her thighs, placing it over his shoulder. He then slid his hand to her ass, clutching the fleshy globe.