Billionaire Cashback System: I Can't Go Broke!-Chapter 25: Consequences I ***

Sophie wiped the corner of her mouth with one finger and licked it clean. "Sorry, boss. I couldn’t resist."

Ryan didn’t give her time to say anything else.

He grabbed her under the arms, pulled her up off the floor, and spun her around so fast she let out a surprised laugh.

He bent her forward over the kitchen counter, her chest pressed to the cool granite, ass up and jeans still on.

His hands were already working her zipper.

"Well," he said, voice low and rough as he shoved her jeans and panties down her thighs in one motion, "here come the consequences."

Ryan didn’t give her a second to catch her breath.

With Sophie bent over the granite counter, chest pressed flat, ass up high and those dark jeans shoved down around her knees, he took a moment just to look.

The morning light coming through the window hit her just right – highlighting the smooth curve of her back, the deep dip of her waist, the full, round swell of her ass that had been driving him crazy since she walked in with those coffees.

It was right here, bare and waiting, her pussy glistening from how worked up she’d gotten sucking him off.

"Lord, Sophie," he muttered, running one hand over her cheek, squeezing hard enough that she pushed back into his palm with a soft whimper.

He lined himself up, rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds once, twice, then pushed in – slow at first, letting her feel every inch until he was buried to the hilt.

She let out a long, shaky moan that echoed off the kitchen tiles.

"Fuck... boss," she breathed, fingers curling against the counter.

Ryan gripped her hips, thumbs digging into that soft flesh right above her ass, and started moving. Deep, steady strokes that made her whole body rock forward with every thrust.

The sound of skin on skin filled the quiet apartment – wet, rhythmic, filthy. He watched the way her ass rippled each time he bottomed out, the way her back arched deeper like she was trying to take even more of him.

"You think you can pull that shit with my phone?" he growled, picking up the pace. "Answer a call while you’ve got my dick down your throat?"

Sophie laughed, breathy and broken. "Couldn’t help it... you sounded so professional."

He slapped her ass once, sharp and loud. She clenched around him so tight he almost lost rhythm.

"Naughty fucking assistant," he said, voice rough. He leaned over her, one hand sliding up under her cream top, pushing her bra aside so he could cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers while he kept fucking her harder.

Her moans got louder, less controlled, each thrust punching the air out of her lungs.

The counter was cool under her chest, but her skin was burning hot against his. He could feel her getting wetter, slicker, the sounds turning obscene. Her legs were shaking already, knees weak from the angle and the jeans trapping her thighs together.

"Ryan – fuck – right there," she gasped, pushing back to meet him.

He straightened up, grabbed a fistful of her hair – enough to pull her head back so he could see the side of her face. That flushed cheek, lips parted, eyes half-closed. She looked wrecked and perfect.

"You gonna come for me again?" he asked, slamming into her deeper, grinding against that spot that made her whole body jolt.

"Yes – God, yes – don’t stop – "

He didn’t. He kept the same brutal rhythm, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of his pelvis against her ass echoing louder now. Her pussy fluttered around him, tightening fast, and then she was coming – hard.

Her back bowed, a loud cry ripping out of her as she pulsed and clenched and soaked his cock. Ryan fucked her straight through it, holding her hips steady while her legs tried to give out, until the last tremble rolled out of her and she was panting against the counter, forehead pressed to the cool stone.

But he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out slow, cock glistening, and spun her around.

Her jeans were still tangled at her ankles, so he just lifted her up onto the counter, spreading her legs as wide as the denim would let him. Sophie’s arms went around his neck instantly, pulling him in for a messy kiss while he lined up again and thrust back inside her.

"Round two already?" she teased against his mouth, voice husky.

"We’re nowhere near done, love" he said, grinning as he started fucking her again – slower this time, deeper, watching her tits bounce under the pushed-up top with every stroke.

Her heels dug into his lower back, pulling him closer, and she moaned into his neck like she never wanted him to stop.

The kitchen smelled like coffee and sex.

Ryan didn’t stay slow for long.

The second Sophie’s heels dug into his back and she whispered "harder" against his mouth, something in him snapped.

He gripped her thighs hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and slammed into her so deep her back arched off the counter with a sharp cry. The slow grind vanished.

Every thrust now was punishing – hips snapping forward like he was trying to fuck the mischief right out of her.

The granite edge bit into her ass but she didn’t care; she was moaning loud enough that he hoped the neighbors were still asleep.