“Cash,” I breathe. “Oh my God.” He grunts. “No shit, honey. You’re soaked. For me.” “For you.” I bite back a cry when his fingers fall away from where I want him most. But then he’s tearing off my underwear and sinking to his knees, and holy Christ, he’s going down on me. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he says. “Perfect. So fucking perfect, Mollie. I fuckin’ hate that you kept this from me for so long.”
