Billionaire Cashback System: I Can't Go Broke!-Chapter 44: Dirty Desire II

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing rough circles while he railed her, and her legs started shaking almost immediately.

"Gonna come already?" he teased, voice low and wrecked. "In a dirty bar bathroom like a little slut for your boss?"

She moaned louder, clenching around him. "Yesss—"

Ryan slapped her ass once, sharp and loud. She clenched harder. He did it again, then again, watching the pink bloom on her skin while he kept slamming into her.

The sink creaked under her grip. The mirror fogged from their breath. He could feel her getting close—walls fluttering, thighs trembling—when the door handle rattled.

Someone was trying to open it.

The lock held for half a second, then clicked open because the mechanism was shit and they’d never actually turned the deadbolt all the way.

A woman in her thirties stepped in, phone in hand, mid-text.

Time froze.

Sophie’s eyes flew wide in the mirror. Ryan’s hand was already moving – clamping firmly over her mouth before she could make a sound.

His other arm banded across her chest, holding her tight against him so she couldn’t move. He stayed buried inside her to the hilt, cock throbbing, but he didn’t pull out.

Didn’t even twitch.

The woman looked up, startled. "Oh—shit, sorry, I thought it was—"

Her eyes took in the scene for a split second: two people clearly in the middle of something, Ryan’s hand over Sophie’s mouth, both of them flushed and breathing hard. The woman’s face went bright red.

"Never mind," she mumbled, already backing out. "So sorry."

The door shut behind her with a soft click.

Ryan didn’t move for three full heartbeats. Neither did Sophie. Her pussy was clamped around him like a vice, pulsing from the adrenaline, from how close they’d come. He could feel her heart hammering against his arm.

Then he leaned down, mouth right at her ear, and whispered, "Don’t you dare make a sound."

He started fucking her again.

Slow at first — deep, grinding strokes that made her eyes roll back in the mirror.

His hand stayed clamped over her mouth, muffling every whimper and moan into nothing but hot breath against his palm.

His other hand found her clit again, rubbing faster now, merciless.

Sophie’s whole body shook.

She was coming—hard—right there with a stranger two feet away on the other side of a thin door.

Her scream was trapped against his hand, turning into a desperate, muffled vibration that he felt all the way through his chest.

Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock in tight, rhythmic waves, soaking his balls and the front of her thighs. He fucked her through every second of it, hips snapping harder, chasing his own release while she trembled and cried silently against his palm. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

When the worst of her orgasm finally ebbed, he let go of her mouth just long enough to spin her around.

He lifted her onto the sink edge, her jeans still tangled around one ankle, and shoved back inside her in one brutal thrust.

Face to face now. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. Her arms locked around his neck.

"Again," he growled against her lips. "Come again while I fill you up."

Sophie kissed him like she was starving—messy, desperate, teeth clashing. He fucked her like that, deep and relentless, the sink creaking dangerously under them.

One of her tits had spilled completely out of her top; he bent and sucked the nipple into his mouth, biting down just hard enough to make her arch.

Her nails raked down his back through his shirt. She was moaning into his mouth now, soft and broken, trying so hard to stay quiet.

The door handle rattled again — someone else testing it.

Ryan didn’t stop. He clamped his hand over her mouth once more, pressed his forehead to hers, and kept pounding into her. Faster. Harder.

The risk made everything sharper, hotter.

Sophie’s eyes were wide and wild above his fingers, pupils blown, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners.

He felt her come a third time — smaller but sharper, her whole body locking up around him.

That was all he needed. Ryan buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard, groaning low into her neck as he spilled inside her in thick, pulsing waves.

He kept thrusting through it, shallow and greedy, making sure every drop stayed right where it belonged while the stranger outside gave up and walked away.

They stayed like that for a long minute—panting, trembling, his cock still buried inside her, her legs locked around him.

His hand slowly slid from her mouth. Sophie’s lips were swollen, her eyes glassy, a dazed little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"Holy shit," she whispered, voice hoarse.

Ryan kissed her softly this time — slow, deep, tasting the adrenaline and the sex and everything they’d just done. "You’re insane," he murmured against her lips. "We almost got caught twice."

"Worth it." She clenched around him on purpose, making him twitch inside her. "You feel that? Still leaking out of me. Gonna have to walk back to the table like nothing happened while your cum’s dripping down my thighs."

He groaned, half laugh, half warning. "We might actually get caught one of these days."

She grinned, wicked and satisfied, and kissed him again. "But not today. Now help me fix my clothes before someone really does walk in and see us like this."

They cleaned up as best they could in the tiny sink — quick wipes, clothes straightened, her hair finger-combed into something that didn’t scream

"just got fucked in a bathroom." Ryan tucked himself back in, still half-hard, already thinking about round two later tonight when they were alone.

Sophie checked herself in the mirror one last time, wiped a smear of mascara from under her eye, and turned to him.

"Ready to go act normal?" she asked, voice low.

Ryan pulled her in for one more quick kiss. "Sure love."

She moaned softly, took his hand, and cracked the door open. The corridor was empty. They slipped out like nothing had happened, the bass from the bar washing over them again, the noise of the crowd swallowing them whole.

Back at the table, Mike was mid-story about something that had everyone laughing.

Sophie slid into her seat like she’d just gone to pee and nothing more.

Ryan hung at the corner of the bar and sat down beside her minutes later, picked up his drink, and took a long sip.

His hand found her thigh under the table and squeezed once.

She squeezed back.

Nobody noticed a thing.

Well, Iralis had a look on her face.

But she always did, right?