Raven’s POV
With my head now thrown back against Cash’s sculpted chest, there was no doubt in my mind that the whole entire house had to be hearing what I was feeling at this very moment. Even as I try my damnedest to hold my screams of pleasure back, there’s no use, especially with Cash’s fingers remaining beneath the waistline of my panties.
My body felt like butter in his arms, and with each precise and skillful movement that he made, tantalizing my now extremely sensitive flesh, he knew he had me just where he wanted me. If I was being honest, my body and my mind were both relishing in sheer bliss so much that the rational side of me didn’t give a s**t anymore to whom the hell was hearing me.
My emotions, though, were the clear winner with this war of mind over matter, tossing all
