Billionaire Cashback System: I Can't Go Broke!-Chapter 15: All of It ***

Twenty-five stories off the ground, the city glittered like it was showing off just for them.

Ryan kept one hand fisted in Sophie’s hair and the other locked around her wrist behind her back, hips snapping forward hard enough that her cheek and tits were pressed right up against the glass.

He couldn’t help but wonder if anybody down on the street or in one of those other towers had binoculars, because the view from outside would’ve been straight-up porn: Sophie’s full, round breasts squished flat, nipples hard and pink against the cool pane, her mouth open on a moan, eyes half-lidded while he fucked her from behind like he owned the room. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

And fuck, he hoped the glass wasn’t see-through, because he wasn’t stopping for anything.

Every thrust made her curves jiggle just right – the heavy bounce of her tits, the way her waist dipped in before flaring out to that perfect, plump ass he couldn’t stop staring at.

The same ass that had been teasing him all night in that dress, the same one that had made him lose track of conversation at dinner more than once. Now it was rippling with every slam of his hips, and he was losing his mind over it.

He could feel her orgasm building.

Her pussy fluttered around him, tighter with every stroke, and her eyes started rolling back slow, lashes fluttering like she was fighting to stay present. Ryan tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her spine deeper, letting him sink in another inch.

The new angle ripped a loud, broken moan out of her throat. Her whole body shuddered hard, legs starting to shake.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, voice rough and low. "You ready to come for me?"

"Yes – fuck, I’m so close," she cried, voice cracking.

He didn’t slow down. Didn’t even think about it. Just kept pounding into her, breath hot on the side of her neck, teeth grazing her skin.

That was all it took.

She shattered around him – clenching so tight it punched the air out of his lungs, her legs giving out completely.

Ryan held her up, arm sliding around her waist, fucking her straight through it while she moaned and trembled and pulsed around his cock. He didn’t stop until the last wave rolled out of her and she was panting, boneless against the glass.

Then he eased back, pulling out slow, and let her sink down to the carpet on shaky knees.

She looked wrecked in the best way – hair messy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, tits still heaving with every breath. Her eyes lifted, heavy-lidded and dark, and landed on his cock standing thick and slick and rock-hard right in front of her face.

Ryan smirked, voice low and teasing. "As you can see, I’m not finished, Miss Assistant. So please... get to work."

Sophie licked her lips, nodding once like the good girl she was tonight. "Yes, boss."

Her hand wrapped around him first – warm, firm, stroking once from base to tip. Then she leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste the head, swirling slow around the sensitive ridge.

Ryan’s abs tightened. She was good.

Too fucking good.

Her lips parted and slid down, taking him inch by inch, tongue working the underside the whole way. When she couldn’t take any more she wrapped her other hand around what didn’t fit and started moving – head bobbing steady, cheeks hollowing, hands twisting just right while her tongue did filthy little circles.

Ryan’s hand found the back of her head again, not pushing, just resting there, feeling her work.

The wet sounds, the heat, the sight of her on her knees with those perfect tits bouncing slightly every time she took him deep – it was almost too much.

He had to look away before he lost it too fast.

His eyes drifted past her to the window.

Manhattan sprawled out there like it was waiting for him – those endless towers of light, the dark ribbon of the river, the whole damn city pulsing.

And right then, buried in Sophie’s perfect mouth, he made up his mind.

He wasn’t just gonna run this city. He was gonna own it. All of it. The buildings, the deals, the power. And it started right here – one return, one woman on her knees, one step at a time.

The thought hit him like lightning. His muscles locked up, pleasure spiking sharp and sudden.

His eyes rolled back and he grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting deep one last time as he came hard down her throat, pulse after pulse, groaning low and rough.

When he finally pulled out, it left her lips with a wet little pop.

Sophie stayed right there on her knees, looked up at him, and opened her mouth wide – tongue out, showing him she’d swallowed every single drop like it was nothing.

The sight alone made his spent cock twitch and start filling again almost instantly.

"We are just getting started," he said, voice wrecked but grinning.

He reached down, grabbed her under the arms, and lifted her like she weighed nothing.

Sophie’s legs wrapped around his waist instantly, ankles locking behind his back, arms sliding around his neck. He walked her straight back to the glass, pressed her up against it, and lined himself up.

One smooth thrust and he was buried inside her again.

She moaned loud against his mouth, head falling back against the window. "Oh my God..."

Then they really started.

Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping tight.

"Harder," she gasped, voice breaking. "Fuck me harder, boss – please – "

Ryan didn’t need telling twice.

He pinned her to the glass and gave her exactly what she asked for – deep, punishing strokes that made the window rattle faintly behind her back, her tits bouncing between them, her moans echoing off the walls while the city kept sparkling below like it was watching.