Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Gunner

Ihate having to work tonight. I want to stay in bed with Cash, but when you own a business, you can’t fuck nonstop day and night.

The bar is busy tonight. Locals and the university kids from a town over mingle, and based on the amount of liquor the other bartender, River, is slinging, it’s going to be a good night.

“Hello, handsome.”

The world stands still, and the crowd at the bar disappears as her sweet voice cascades in my ear.

I don’t say a word to her. I grab a bottle of Gray Goose, a small tub of ice, and a glass. “Cover for me, River. I’ve got some shit to take care of in the office.”

River nods and moves to the next patron. He’s surrounded by a crowd, but he’s too smart to tell me no. I’m a decent boss, and this is a sweet gig.

I tug at Cash’s hand, and she giggles as she follows me. Fuck, I love her laugh.

Once inside the office, I lock the door behind us. I don’t want one of the serving staff running in here with a crisis.

“What are you doing? You’re swamped out there.”

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.”

Cash whimpers as the biting cold invades her, and my dick twitches. With my sparrow, I’m conflicted between making love to her and watching as she debases herself at my command. Knowing that she experiences comfort from pain and humiliation makes my cock pound with need. I’m providing a service for her, taking care of her, and I feel ten feet tall.

We gaze at each other, ice blue to warm brown. I tangle my hands in her hair, yanking her head back, and watch her face contort with torment and delight. Placing the tip of her panties to her lips, I force my fingers and the fabric down. Her mouth widens for me, and I shove it all in.

Sex with Cash is the meaning of life. It’s a full-circle experience that transcends all barriers and blockades in my soul. The way we fuck is an exploration of the human condition and unravels why we see the world as we do. Our scars become buttons that unlock truths. The world is created with moments of pure pain and immense joy. The scars we collect in life, both on our skin and in our soul, are the fabric that creates who we are. Without moments of suffering and darkness, there could never be times of happiness and light.

Cash takes a breath, trying to calm her body with the shock of the ice lodged in her warm cunt.

“Use your foot to tap the back of my head three times if it gets too much. Avoid my head if you want me to continue.” My hands trail down her thigh to her foot. Grabbing her ankles, I lift her ass, giving my ravenous eyes a bird’s-eye view of her holes.

“Add another,” I order as my hand moves to the lube on my desk—something I’ve made sure to have in my office since meeting Cash. Thoughts of her naked body run through my mind like an all-day movie marathon, making me need immediate relief on the regular.

“I like you like this. Mouth gagged. Ass and pussy open for business. Can’t hear your pathetic screams as I tear your holes apart.”

Placing her ankles over my shoulders, I lube up my fingers and press the tip of my index finger against her puckered hole. Cash squirms as I push slowly into her ass, letting her adjust. Her ankles lock around my neck as I push my finger to the knuckle and add another, stretching her out. “I can’t wait to see my cum leaking out of here, Sparrow. To know I own every one of your pathetic holes. I should force you to walk out of the bar naked, let everyone see what fuck hole slut you are. Let them see how you like to be used, that you’ll do anything to be fucked.”

Grabbing the Gray Goose with my free hand, I pour it into her navel and her pussy before slowly inserting it into her wet, open cunt, pushing the ice cubes in further.

I chuckle as Cash grips the edges of my desk and pushes her sweet cunt up. “Look at my little whore, desperate to get her holes stuffed. I bet if I made you horny enough, you’d go out in that bar and let any man shove his dick in you until he blows his hot load.”

Her eyes widen, but the heaving of her chest and her dripping cunt tells me my dirty talk sets her on fire. One thing I’ve learned about my girl is the filthier the talk, the hotter she becomes.

I move my fingers in and out of her ass as I push the bottle further into her cunt, salivating as the liquor pours inside her. The more she thrashes, the harder my cock gets. Now, the monster is rattling its cage to break free.

I maintain a rhythmic speed with my fingers as her muffled moans become louder, drowning the noise of the crowded bar on the other side of the door. I fuck her until her body writhes and she shakes. With my fingers in her ass, I drop to my knees. Replacing the bottle with my mouth, I drink from her pussy, letting her cream and the vodka drench my face.

Cash’s hips buck, and her legs close firmly around my throat, almost choking me with the sheer force of their grip. If I die right now, I’ll be content because nothing, and I mean nothing, is as divine as the taste of her sweet cunt.

“How rude of me, Sparrow,” I say as I shove another ice cube into her pussy. “I should’ve offered you a drink. Let me just fix that.”

I push the lip of the bottle into her cunt again and pour more vodka into her. I pump the bottle into her wet pussy a few times and hold the glass under her ass. “Push it out.”

Dislodging the bottle, I watch as liquid trickles out, followed by two pieces of half-melted ice.