Page 27 of Broken Strings
I don’t respond. Leaving Cash at the door, I sit down behind my desk. “Come here, beautiful.” I slide my chair back and pat my lap.
A small smile spreads across her lips as she stands and walks toward me.
“On your knees. Crawl for me.”
Cash licks her lips and falls to her knees. It almost takes me out. My queen is on her knees for me.
She places her hand on the wood floor, moving it toward me, followed by the slide of her knee.
“Stick out your tongue.”
She doesn’t fight my demand. Her pink tongue pushes out, and all I can think about is sinking my dick into her hot mouth.
I lean back, eyes on her. As much as I love degrading her, I also want to worship at her feet and kiss her from head to toe while vocalizing my adoration with flowery words.
I watch her face as she lands at my feet. I grip her waist and force her onto my lap, her hot center against my hard shaft. Pushing my fingers into her hair, I pull her lips to mine. I start soft and slow, and her arms curl around my shoulders, kneading my back.
She moans into my mouth and rocks her pussy against my dick. The friction is pure heaven. I press against her lips with need as my kiss becomes hungry. I devour her, taste her, lick at her mouth, and take her in. I want to own her, be inside her, on top of her, all around her.
“You’re so beautiful. So sweet and sexy.”
Her eyes flash with desire and something else, desperation, perhaps.
“Let’s see how dirty America’s sweetheart can be.”
Cash blushes, and her pupils dilate.
“I mean it.” I slip my fingers through her damp folds as my teeth graze the edge of her nipples through her shirt. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I yank the shirt over her head. My eyes flick down to her chest, taking in the black lace of her bra, her heavy tits flushed and begging for my teeth to sink into them.
I move my hands behind her back and unhook the clasp. Her eyes are wide and round as the fabric drops to the floor at my feet. My gaze trails down her soft body. I want to feast on her delicious curves for days. My cock throbs harshly, the bite of the zipper a cold reminder of the warmth awaiting me.
Unable to take it any longer, I palm my rock-hard cock through my jeans. My other hand molds her breast, tweaking, twisting, and massaging her nipple until she squeals and gyrates on my hand.
“Could stare at you all fucking day, Sparrow.” I flick my thumb over the nub.
Her beautiful eyes gaze up at me, so raw and vulnerable, everything I didn’t know I’d been so damn desperate for.
Pulling her off me, I stand and gaze at her. Goddamn, her body is perfect. A fucking work of art, a creation that could put any Renaissance painting to shame. “Stay there.”
It pains me to turn my back on her as I walk to the loveseat on the other side of the room. Sitting on the dark leather, I take her in. Her long dark hair, the curves of her body hugged by tight jeans, her large breasts with perfect pink nipples, her pouty red lips, and the dark charcoal liner on her eyes.
“Take off your jeans and panties.”
Cash’s hands visibly tremble as she follows my orders.
“Such a whore. I can see your pussy glistening for me. See the bucket,” I nod toward the Grey Goose and ice bucket.
Her head tilts and her eyes widen as she nods.
“I want you to get on the table, spread your legs, and take your time feeding three ice cubes into your cunt.”
Cash’s thick ass sits on the edge of my desk, her legs open, giving me the perfect view of her trimmed little cunt. The pink center has me groaning with the urge to lodge my tongue deep and have her gush all over my face.
She moves her hand to the bucket of ice, removing a piece. She holds the ice in her hand and makes eye contact with me. Her body jerks as she glides the freezing cube over her center, moving it up and down before pressing the tip into her entrance.
My eyes land on her panties on the floor, and I pick them up. “Push it into that hungry little cunt.”