Cash Money (Bad Money #4) Read Online Free
Author: Ali Parker
you're not with me, then I don't know that I can stand by and watch you be dragged in deeper. I need us more than you know." He brushed his nose by hers. "Promise me that we can try to move past this. Just lie if you have to."
Her hands moved up his sides, over his chest and locked around his neck as he leaned down and kissed her hard. The sound of her groaning against his lips drove him to grip her ass and force her to wrap herself around him. He stopped by the nearest wall and pressed her against it as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass.
"I need you," she whispered roughly.
"Promise me." He licked the long column of her neck as he ground into her. "Now, Kate. If I'm your man, then promise me. If not... get out."
"I promise." She trapped his face in her hands as tears filled her eyes. "Help me finish this and then I promise."
"Good answer." He pulled away from the wall and walked to the bedroom as they worked themselves into a frenzy with the hunger in their kiss, the deep emotion in their intertwined moans.
Jon dropped her on the bed and worked on the front of her jeans as he looked her in the eye.
"I'm proud of you for taking out Victor, but I'm pissed about it too." He tugged her pants and panties down roughly and leaned down to kiss her center. “You know my mother’s funeral is today, right?”
She rolled from him and crawled up the bed, looking back with a look of determination on her face. "Be pissed and proud. I don't care what anyone thinks about it. It's done, and we're one step closer to freedom. I read about the funeral in the paper yesterday. Come lay down and let me fuck you before we have to get ready."
He nodded and walked around the bed, tugging off his shorts and reaching for her as he laid down.
She pulled her shirt off of her in one long pull before straddling him. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his abs and chest. The slick warmth of her softness gliding along his cock left him dizzy and hungry for far more than they had time for.
"Stop playing with me and fuck me, Kate." He gripped her hips and lifted her a little as she dug her nails into his chest and pushed back, taking him inside of her warmth. A deep groan left him as she continued to rock backwards until he was lost to her.
"So fucking good." She sat up fully and reached back, gripping his thighs as he watched in awe of how damn good she looked taking charge of him. Her black bra was delicious and showed hints of the creamy flesh below the silky lace.
Some part of him wanted to reach up and tear it off of her, but they had things to do and too little time to do them in. He'd remind her who she belonged to later that night, but for now... it was about release and reconnecting.
"Yeah you are, baby." He reached up and ran his hands up her sides, over her breasts and to the base of her throat. "Lean forward and I'll hold you up. Press that clit against me, Katie."
"Fuck," she mumbled and leaned forward, hovering above him as he fucked her deeply from below. The sound of her scream left him racing toward the edge of release too.
"Hold on, baby." He groaned loudly as pleasure ripped from the center of his stomach and danced along his dulled senses, bringing him to life and leaving him wanting so much more. He slowed his thrusts as the high dimmed, but only for a minute.
"More." She reached down and brushed her lips by his. "I want more."
Jon glanced at the clock and nodded. "Yeah. We got time."
He had his pretty girl turned over and pressed to the bed within a matter of seconds, drilling into her with all the force he had. It was a fuck they both needed. Love making was their middle ground, but in that moment, he wanted so badly to erase her need for the high Marcus provided. He could do the same for her.
He would - no matter what it meant.
Chapter 4
Marcus
Marcus pulled up to the funeral a few minutes before it started. There was nothing worse than having to go into a church. People pretended to be
Her hands moved up his sides, over his chest and locked around his neck as he leaned down and kissed her hard. The sound of her groaning against his lips drove him to grip her ass and force her to wrap herself around him. He stopped by the nearest wall and pressed her against it as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass.
"I need you," she whispered roughly.
"Promise me." He licked the long column of her neck as he ground into her. "Now, Kate. If I'm your man, then promise me. If not... get out."
"I promise." She trapped his face in her hands as tears filled her eyes. "Help me finish this and then I promise."
"Good answer." He pulled away from the wall and walked to the bedroom as they worked themselves into a frenzy with the hunger in their kiss, the deep emotion in their intertwined moans.
Jon dropped her on the bed and worked on the front of her jeans as he looked her in the eye.
"I'm proud of you for taking out Victor, but I'm pissed about it too." He tugged her pants and panties down roughly and leaned down to kiss her center. “You know my mother’s funeral is today, right?”
She rolled from him and crawled up the bed, looking back with a look of determination on her face. "Be pissed and proud. I don't care what anyone thinks about it. It's done, and we're one step closer to freedom. I read about the funeral in the paper yesterday. Come lay down and let me fuck you before we have to get ready."
He nodded and walked around the bed, tugging off his shorts and reaching for her as he laid down.
She pulled her shirt off of her in one long pull before straddling him. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his abs and chest. The slick warmth of her softness gliding along his cock left him dizzy and hungry for far more than they had time for.
"Stop playing with me and fuck me, Kate." He gripped her hips and lifted her a little as she dug her nails into his chest and pushed back, taking him inside of her warmth. A deep groan left him as she continued to rock backwards until he was lost to her.
"So fucking good." She sat up fully and reached back, gripping his thighs as he watched in awe of how damn good she looked taking charge of him. Her black bra was delicious and showed hints of the creamy flesh below the silky lace.
Some part of him wanted to reach up and tear it off of her, but they had things to do and too little time to do them in. He'd remind her who she belonged to later that night, but for now... it was about release and reconnecting.
"Yeah you are, baby." He reached up and ran his hands up her sides, over her breasts and to the base of her throat. "Lean forward and I'll hold you up. Press that clit against me, Katie."
"Fuck," she mumbled and leaned forward, hovering above him as he fucked her deeply from below. The sound of her scream left him racing toward the edge of release too.
"Hold on, baby." He groaned loudly as pleasure ripped from the center of his stomach and danced along his dulled senses, bringing him to life and leaving him wanting so much more. He slowed his thrusts as the high dimmed, but only for a minute.
"More." She reached down and brushed her lips by his. "I want more."
Jon glanced at the clock and nodded. "Yeah. We got time."
He had his pretty girl turned over and pressed to the bed within a matter of seconds, drilling into her with all the force he had. It was a fuck they both needed. Love making was their middle ground, but in that moment, he wanted so badly to erase her need for the high Marcus provided. He could do the same for her.
He would - no matter what it meant.
Chapter 4
Marcus
Marcus pulled up to the funeral a few minutes before it started. There was nothing worse than having to go into a church. People pretended to be
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