Billionaire Cashback System: I Can't Go Broke!-Chapter 26: Consequences II ***

"You should’ve cut the call," he growled, one hand sliding up to wrap around her throat – thumb pressing under her jaw so she had to look at him. "You think that’s cute, Miss Assistant?"

Sophie’s eyes fluttered, lips parted on a gasp, but that devious smile was still there.

"M-maybe I do, boss."

He tightened his grip just enough to feel her pulse jump under his thumb and drove into her again, harder. The wet slap of his hips against her ass echoed off the kitchen tiles.

Her tits bounced under the pushed-up cream top, full and heavy, nipples tight and dark against the pale fabric.

He yanked the top higher, bra with it, and watched them spill free – round, perfect, jiggling with every brutal thrust. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her cry out, then bit down lightly while he kept pounding.

"Fuck – Ryan!" Her voice cracked.

He pulled off with a wet pop, straightened up, and grabbed a fistful of her hair instead.

He yanked her head back, arching her spine so her tits thrust out toward him, and used the leverage to fuck her even deeper.

The angle let him grind against that spot inside her that made her legs shake uncontrollably. Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles, forcing her thighs together, making her pussy tighter around him. Every stroke felt like she was trying to pull him in and never let go.

"You’re gonna feel this all day," he told her, voice low and rough. "Every time you sit at that kitchen table to work, you’re gonna remember how I fucked you like this."

Sophie’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Yes – God, yes – punish me, boss – "

He slapped her tit once, sharp and loud, watching it bounce and redden. She moaned so loud it echoed. He did it again, harder, then switched to the other one while his hips never stopped.

The counter was slick under her now, her wetness dripping down the edge. He could feel her getting close again already – walls fluttering, clenching, trying to milk him.

But he wasn’t letting her come yet.

Ryan pulled out suddenly, cock glistening and throbbing, and Sophie whined at the loss. He spun her around so fast her hair whipped across her face, bent her over the counter again, and kicked her feet as wide as the jeans would allow.

Ass up, back dipped, pussy exposed and dripping. He didn’t ease back in – he slammed home in one brutal thrust that made her scream into the granite.

"Fuck!" she gasped.

He grabbed her hips with both hands and went to work. No mercy. Deep, punishing strokes that made her whole body jolt forward every time.

Her ass rippled beautifully with every impact – full, round, the kind of curves that had distracted anyone who saw. He brought his hand down hard across one cheek – crack – then the other. The skin bloomed pink immediately. She pushed back into it, moaning louder.

"Harder," she begged, voice wrecked. "Spank me harder – "

He obliged. Three more sharp slaps in quick succession, each one making her clench around his cock like a vice. Her pussy was soaked, the wet sounds obscene now, louder than her moans. He reached forward, wrapped her hair around his fist again, and yanked her head back so her back arched deep.

"Look at you," he growled against her ear, still pounding. "Bent over my counter like a fucking slut for your boss. You wanted this, didn’t you?"

"Yes – fuck – yes I did – "

He reached around and found her clit, rubbing rough circles while he fucked her senseless. Her legs started shaking so hard he had to hold her up with the hand in her hair. She was right on the edge, sobbing moans spilling out of her, when he suddenly stopped moving completely.

Sophie cried out in frustration. "Ryan – please – "

"Not yet." He leaned over her, chest to her back, cock buried to the hilt but still. "You don’t come until I say."

He stayed like that for long seconds, feeling her throb and pulse around him, her body trembling with need. Then he started again – slow at first, teasing, just to hear her whimper. Then faster. Harder. Until he was railing her so violently the entire counter shook. Dishes in the sink rattled. Her moans turned into broken, desperate sounds.

He pulled her upright suddenly, back against his chest, one arm banded across her tits, the other hand still in her hair. He fucked up into her from behind, deep and savage, while his fingers found her clit again. This time he didn’t stop.

"Now," he ordered, voice rough in her ear. "Come like the naughty little assistant you are."

She shattered.

Her whole body locked up, a loud, guttural cry ripping out of her throat as she came harder than before – pussy clamping down, pulsing, flooding his cock and thighs.

Her legs gave out completely; if he hadn’t been holding her she would’ve collapsed. He fucked her through every wave, hips snapping, drawing it out until she was shaking and gasping and begging him to stop and keep going at the same time.

When the last tremor finally left her, Ryan pulled out, spun her around again, and lifted her like she weighed nothing.

Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, arms around his neck, and he walked her straight to the nearest wall, slamming her back against it hard enough that a picture frame rattled.

He thrust back inside her in one brutal stroke.

This time there was no warm-up. He fucked her against the wall like he was trying to break her – deep, punishing, relentless. Her tits bounced between them, nipples brushing his chest with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin. Her nails raked down his back hard enough to leave marks. He could feel another orgasm building in her already, her pussy fluttering wildly.

"Gonna fill you up," he growled, teeth grazing her neck. "Gonna come so deep you’ll feel it for days."

"Please – fuck – do it, boss – please – "

He reached between them, rubbed her clit rough and fast, and felt her come again – harder this time, screaming his name, walls milking him so tight his vision whited out.

That was all it took.

Ryan buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering, and came with a low, broken groan. Pulse after pulse, flooding her, so much it started leaking out around his cock as he kept shallow-thrusting through it.

They stayed like that for a long minute – panting, trembling, bodies locked together against the wall.

Sophie’s head fell forward onto his shoulder, hair sticking to her damp skin. Ryan’s legs felt like jelly, but he didn’t let her down yet. He just held her there, cock still buried inside her, feeling the aftershocks ripple through both of them.

Finally he carried her back to the counter, set her on the edge gently this time, and kissed her slow and deep. When he pulled out, a thick trickle of his come followed, dripping down her thigh. The sight made his spent cock twitch again.

Sophie looked up at him, flushed, wrecked, lips swollen, eyes glassy with satisfaction. A lazy, sated smile curved her mouth.

"Consequences delivered," she murmured, voice hoarse.

Ryan laughed, low and rough, brushing a strand of hair off her sweaty forehead. "We’re not done with the morning yet, Sophie. Not even close."

He glanced at the clock on the microwave – barely nine a.m. Plenty of time left before the real workday started. And he still had plans for that kitchen table she’d set up like a command center.

She followed his gaze and smirked, already reading his mind. "You’re going to ruin my productivity today, aren’t you?"

"Every single fucking minute of it," he promised, pulling her in for another kiss as his hand slid back between her legs.

Ryan was just getting started on everything he wanted to claim.