Page 18 of Roxanne

“Blow job,” I decide. That's the only thing we skipped… “Wait, was it anal?” I yelp and watch in awe as Storm tips his head back and laughs hard.

“No, Roxy, I wasn’t expecting to fuck your ass the first time we had sex.” Storm shakes his head, and I nibble my lip.

“But you never doubted that we would fuck?”

“Never. I knew you’d be mine one day. Never imagined I’d fuck you in a sex club our first time, but...” he shrugs, reaching out to caress my arms.

“Let me suck your cock,” I say, turning the conversation away from the more romantic stuff.

“Uh…” He just stares at me, obviously not expecting those words to come out of my mouth.

“Right now.” I back up and look down between us. The water is basically clear, so I can see that he’s hard. I smirk. “Looks like you’re into it.”

“I…let's just finish washing up first.”

I pout, but decide it can’t hurt to wait a few more minutes. We go through the motions of getting clean.

“I can’t let you go now,” he murmurs, and my heart kicks up speed. I ignore his words. I have to.

Storm is the bane of my existence…my lifelong nemesis…my savior. My protector… My angel. Visions of blood flash before my eyes, but I shove them down.

If Storm notices the change in me, he ignores it, scrubbing my limbs.

“But you knew it would come to this, didn’t you, Little Sinner? We both know you were always meant to be mine,” Storm whispers, as his fingers caress my wet skin. Gently, like a lover.

“What now?” I ask, and Storm grunts.

“Now we get out and dry off. Then we go to bed,” he says softly. That's not what I was talking about, but I won’t argue. Once he’s in bed, I’ll blow him.

He helps me out of the tub and wraps a towel around me, and then himself. He helps me brush my hair, which, honestly, might be the cutest fucking thing ever. He lays out clean clothes for me, his, of course. When he drops his towel, I make my move. I drop to my knees in front of him, grabbing his hips, so I can steady myself as I look at his hardness.

“You were going to try to sleep with this?” I ask, looking up at him and lifting a brow. “Choke me with your cock, Storm.”

“Jesus fucking hell, you’re trying to kill me,” he groans, his cock twitching. I smirk, as I wrap my hand around his shaft. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I just suck him into my mouth. I lick around the tip and push him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and I gag.

“Like this?” I ask when I pull him out for a second and then suck him once again. I move him in and out of my mouth, sucking as hard as I can. The sounds my mouth is making are obscene.

“Oh, fuck yeah, just like that, Little Sinner,” he groans, his head tipping back.

Fuck, this is so much hotter than I expected. I’m getting turned on from sucking his dick.

“Fuck,” he growls, before tugging me off his cock.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, pouting. I lick my lips, his cock bouncing in front of my face.

“I was close,” he admits, making my pout turn into a grin.

“Then come.”

“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

“Then fuck me again,” I say breathlessly, and the look in his eyes darkens.

“Ride my cock, Little Sinner.” Storm helps me to my feet, and then sits on the edge of the bed. Smiling, I approach him slowly. When I’m within arms reach, I lean forward and kiss him once more.

I savor it, the taste of him. The walls around my heart slowly tumble to the floor. Why did I spend so much time denying myself this pleasure? Storm and I could have been doing this for years.

I break the kiss and straddle his hips.

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