Page 187 of Overcast

His focus follows my fingers as I pull my panties down my thighs, past my knees, and, when they get to my ankles, he tries to sit up before my voice cuts into his movement.

“Don’t move.”

His eyes tighten in disapproval before they thaw when I rise to my feet. He doesn’t bother to hide the rapture glistening in his irises, and I pray to God that Mills or Emmy doesn’t mortify me by walking through that front door with my being naked from the waist down.

Stepping down, I straddle both sides of Marty’s body with my feet then lower myself to my knees. His palms immediately grip my ass when mine hit his chest and shove him to lie on his back.

Surprisingly, he complies, watching me in awe that keeps fueling the prevailing affect I know that I have on him.

“Marty paid for his sins,” I surmise, keeping my eyes glued to his. “Now it’s your turn.” I loom closer. “Question is, do I want to keep you afterward or not?”

“More than likely not.” There is no teasing in his voice, just him matching my stare.

“I’ll be the judge, jury, and verdict on that,” I rebuff, positioning my ass to brush against his hard length. His eyelids flutter slightly, and I begin gently humping his torso teasingly. “I’m assuming you fuck hard?”

His features harden. “Very hard, sweetheart.” I lift myself, finding the tip of his cock and slowly falling down his length before I stop when he’s barely inside.

“Pity,” I spout, biting down innocently on my lower lip. “I fuck extremely sweet...and slow.”

“Stormi,” he warns. “Not the best time.”

I cock my head to the side, letting my hair fall seductively down my shoulder. “Isn’t every time the best time with me?”

“It is when you’re underneath me, and my craving for you isn’t at an all-time high. You’re taunting and fucking with the beast, baby. You might want to—” I impale myself completely, feeling absolutely content and, again, ruthless in my attempt to show Marty how much I want him.

“Fuck,“ he hisses, hands clamping down on my hips as he leans up to reach me. Except my palms are still barricades between us, not giving him the space he craves.

I moan, rising slightly just to fall back down, grinding my way into my own build-up that he already started.

“Stormi,” he warns. “Fuck, baby, come here.”

“Mhm—” I close my eyes, my clit brushing against his torso as I ride him the way I want. “—leave me alone.” I hear him growl before the tips of his fingers start to dig deeper into my flesh.

He craves more, and I want him at my mercy and pleasure for just another minute. I love taking him like this—not that he doesn’t do an amazing job any other way—but being on top of a powerful man for the first time, I’m letting myself be selfish for once in my life.

He’ll survive—I think.

“You made your point,” he chides. “Now let me—”

“Finding out what all the fuss is about?” I open my eyes and view him from above, studying me like the prey I used to be.

Maybe I still am.

Either way, I don’t care anymore if it’s anything like this. He could take the reins from me at any time, but he’s allowing me this.

Reluctantly.

“The little angel fucking the beast...does it feel good?” It’s as though I suck something from him the moment I say the words because his eyes flutter, and he releases a shaky exhale. I lean forward, confidence sprinting through my veins like a rocket. “I took Marty, and now I’m taking you too.”

His hand wraps around the back of my head and hurls his lips into mine. Not even a second before I feel them, his tongue entangled with mine mercilessly.

He tastes like he cheated and ate without me today. The hint of blueberry prominent off his taste buds.

I bite down on his lower lips. “Did you eat breakfast?” His mouth curves into a smile as he thrusts deep, getting as far as he can reach.

I stifle back a groan, fisting my fingers that lay at the sides of Marty’s head.

“What are you gonna to do about it?” he jeers. One of my hands weave inside his dark hair, and I give it a nice yank.

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