Until Lilly (Until, #3)(49)
“Promise!” Ashlyn claps.
“Promise,” Jax says, and I know they are both lying through their adorable little baby teeth.
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“Don’t stop,” I moan, my hands in Cash’s hair. Between my legs, his mouth is on me, and his fingers are digging into my thighs. I’m close…so close. My hips try to raise, and his fingers press in deeper, holding me down. “Cash,” I whimper, my head arched back as he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking it. His hands travel down the length of my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart, then down under my thighs to my ass, lifting me up higher into his mouth. His head moves back and forth as his mouth devours me. My hands tug on his hair, trying to pull him off, but all that seems to do is egg him on. “Cash!” I call again, using my feet to push up the bed. He growls low, and then wraps his arms around my thighs, putting his mouth back on me. He’s keeping me on the edge; this is torture. It is my new haircut’s fault. The minute he walked into the house when he came home, his eyes got dark and hooded; I felt my pulse speed up and between my legs get wet. He likes it a lot. After he said hi to the kids, he came to me in the kitchen, wrapping a hand around my waist, his mouth going to my neck, his tongue touching me there before his lips traveled up to my ear.
“Love the hair, babe,” he said against the shell of my ear. “Tonight, I'm going to show you just how much I love it.” He kissed the side of my head, his fingers digging into my hip and stepping away.
I'm brought back to the moment when he fills me with one thick finger. “Come for me, Lil,” he grunts before his mouth covers me again. One finger slides out, and two slide back in. I do as I'm told, my head digging into the bed, my legs fighting to close. Behind my eyes, the world lights up; my body starts to sing and I convulse around his fingers. Before I have a chance to recover from my orgasm, I'm flipped to my stomach. His thighs spread mine a little wider and his hand comes down hard on my ass before he enters me in one long thrust. “Higher,” his deep voice commands as I cry out and lift my ass higher up to him. His hand smoothes over my skin before coming down hard again, the sting from his palm hitting my skin making me tighten around him, bringing me closer to the edge. “Higher, Lil,” he says with another smack. I moan, my hands grabbing the sheets above me, my face going farther into the bed, and my ass tilting higher. “Give it to me, baby; f*ck me back.” Another loud smack lands against my ass. This one sets me off, making me pound back against him. My breath is coming in loud pants, my body slick with sweat. “Harder!” I press back harder, his hands grabbing my ass, pulling it up. “That’s it, baby,” he groans, slamming into me harder. I can feel myself being moved up the bed by the force of his thrusts.
“I’m going to come,” I moan into the mattress. My thighs shaking, Cash brings down his hand yet again.
“Come for me,” he says, spanking me on the opposite side. I feel the first waves of my orgasm begin to crash over me. My eyes close tightly; I feel like my body is catching on fire. My * starts to convulse, pulling Cash deeper. I cry out; his hands reach forward, wrapping around my breasts, lifting my upper body back so I’m kneeling in front of him. His fingers pinch my nipples. The feeling pulling me deeper under. My orgasm blinds me. His strokes become faster before his mouth meets my neck. I can feel his groan all the way to my clit as he finds his own release. His cock is planted deep inside me. His chest moves quickly up and down behind me, his hands still holding onto my breasts. My hands go to his at my chest, my fingers interlocking with his. I lean my head to the side, my body completely boneless. “I love the hair,” he says, licking my neck.
“I think I got that.” I laugh, and I can feel him smile against the skin of my neck. His hands squeeze my breasts before traveling down over my ribs, along my sides to my hips, pulling me even closer to him. One hand leaves my hip, following the same path before his hand closes around my neck. I can feel my * still convulsing around him with aftershocks.
“You wanna shower?” I feel his breath against my skin as he speaks the words, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I tell him and groan when his hips pull away and I lose him and his warmth. I fall forward on the bed and laugh when he starts to tickle me.
“Let’s go, baby. We need to get cleaned up. You and I know the kids are not going to magically start sleeping in until ten.”
“God, when was the last time I slept past eight?” I ask out loud, not expecting an answer.
“How about tomorrow you sleep in and I will take the kids to my mom’s?” he asks as his hands run up my calves and over my ass.
“I don’t know,” I sigh; his mom has been amazing, and I don’t want her to feel like I'm trying to pawn the kids off on her.
“Ma loves having the kids over. Plus, I think she wanted to do something with them. There is supposed to be a storyteller at the library in town. I think she wanted to keep the kids overnight. And that would be perfect; I wouldn’t mind taking you out on a date or just having you to myself.”
“I don’t know,” I repeat, even though it would be nice to spend some alone time with Cash.
“It’s done.” He rolls me to my back then scoops me up, carrying me into the bathroom before setting me on my feet outside the shower. “I’ll get up in the morning, take the kids to Ma, and then come back and we can spend the morning in bed before going on a date tomorrow night.”