Addicted 2 Moni

Money, Moans & Power

Diamond Pov Continued ^^^^^^

His grip loosens on my throat, but his eyes never leave mine. That smirk of his—dangerous, sexy, and unreadable—lingers between us like heat in the air.

"You ask a lot of questions, you know that?" he says, voice thick and smooth like syrup. "Most people don't ask me shit... and live."

I let out a nervous breath. Part of me is scared. But the other part? The part that's pressing down on his thigh, feeling him thick and ready beneath me? That part wants more.

He watches me closely as I slide my hands across his chest. Every inch of his inked skin is warm, his muscles hard beneath my fingers. His body is a living warning sign—dangerous, powerful, addicting.

"You want me?" I tease, half smiling, trying to keep my cool. Testing his range.

He chuckles low and lets go of my throat, his hand sliding around to my waist like he owns every curve. "Yeah... something like that."

I smile, rubbing my hands on his chest. I slide back and forth against the length of him resting against his thigh. Just by rubbing against it I can tell he packin' that horse.

Anthony leans forward, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard with no mercy.

"Ahhh fuck," I moan, arching into him as his tongue swirls around my piercing.

He palms my ass, smacking it with both hands—rough but rhythmic, making me flinch and moan harder. I bury my fingers in his cornrows, tugging just enough to earn a growl from him.

His lips are fire dancing across my skin. He trails up to my neck, sucking the spot right under my ear until I feel my thighs quiver.

"Mmm... you feel that? That's your body beggin' for me already," he murmurs against my throat.

I grind harder on him, slick with need. He guides my hips, slow and deliberate, until I'm practically riding his thigh.

"Do you accept all of my terms?" he whispers in my ear, voice husky.

"Y... yes," I moan out, barely able to breathe.

"Good. The only way out now is by death." He grabs my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. The heat between us thickens.

He kisses me. Soft. Slow. Unexpected. And then—it deepens.

Tongues tangle. Breath collides. Fire spreads.

He flips me gently, laying me flat against the sheets. The soft light from the overhead lamp throws shadows over his body as he hovers above me.

"After tonight, there's no goin' back."

"I don't care... I'm yours," I breathe.

Anthony smirks before kissing down my body, peeling my thong away. My breath catches.

"AHHHH... ANNNTHONY!" I cry out as his tongue touches me—hot, smooth, relentless.

He devours me like he missed a meal, lips and tongue moving with precision.

"Fuck... baby... baby, yes!" I moan, fisting the sheets.

"Talk to me, baby," he groans, fingers spreading me wider.

"Right there! Ohhh—fuck yes!"

I cum hard, thighs trembling as my back lifts off the bed. My scream echoes through the room.

Anthony climbs up my body, licking his lips, his dick dragging across my stomach. That thing is thick, long, and veiny. My mouth literally waters.

"How 'bout you kiss it for good luck?" he says, sitting up.

I lean forward, eyes locked on his as I slowly kiss the head, then trail my tongue around it, tasting him.

"Mmmm..." I hum, wrapping my lips around him.

He groans deep, pulling a thick stack of money from under the pillow. The rubber band snaps, and bills flutter around my head as I suck him deeper.

"Yeah... just like that," he grunts, head tilted back.

I bob my head slow, then fast, using one hand to stroke the base while playing with my nipple with the other. Anthony drops more bills on my chest, breathing heavier.

"Damn girl... you got a mouth on you," he hisses. His hips jerk.

He pulls back, eyes blazing. "This'll be you every night fucking with a nigga like me."

He flips me on my back, lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and enters me in one strong, slow stroke.

"OH MY—AHH FUCK!" I scream, grabbing at his abs. He's so deep I swear I see stars.

He leans in, kissing me between strokes, his chest pressing into mine. "You feel that? That's me rearranging all that shit inside you."

"God... Anthony, don't stop! Fuck—yes, right there!"

He grabs both my ankles, pushing them back so my knees hit my chest. The angle makes me scream. I can feel everything.

"Yeah. Take it. Just like that," he growls.

The money scattered on the bed clings to my sweaty skin. A $100 bill sticks to my thigh, another to my arm. I clutch the sheets, head rolling back.

"Daaaamn Daddy," I moan.

"Say it again."

"DADDY!"

He slams harder, breathing ragged, sweat dripping down his temples and chest. His eyes never leave mine.

"I got you tremblin', huh?" he smirks.

"Yes... yes, baby! Fuck!"

I can't take it—I squirt, legs locking up. Anthony doesn't stop, just slows, his hand rubbing my clit as I ride the wave.

He flips me again. "Get on all fours."

I arch, feeling the soreness in my thighs already. Anthony drops another stack of money across my back, the bills sliding down.

"Put that shit in for me."

"Yes, Daddy," I purr, guiding him inside me again.

He grunts, gripping my hips with one hand and smacking my ass with the other.

I throw it back on him, bouncing and moaning, money flying off me with each clap of skin. The sound of our bodies, the moans, the rhythm—it's music.

"Damn, girl," he hisses.

"You like this, Daddy?" I look back at him, licking my lips.

He grips my throat again, pulling me upright against his chest.

"I love this shit."

His chest heaves behind me, every breath deep, animalistic. His body flexes with every thrust, his heartbeat thudding against my back.

When we finally collapse, tangled in sweat, sheets, and money, I lay there dazed. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me into his chest.

"That was just the beginning," he murmurs into my hair.

And I believe him.

I've never had sex like that.

And I don't think I'll ever crave anything else.