Page 234 of Overcast

That’s for telling me you loved me and still making me watch you say goodbye.

Stormi hums, creating an excited twitch from my dick and an immediate growl from my chest. I can imagine her pink lips shrouded around me, blue eyes innocently peering up, wanting to please me.

Removing my fingers, I coat her virgin hole with her wetness and find her clit with my lips. An aroused moan rumbles against me at the same moment she begins to ride my face.

That’s when I let her thrusts work against her asshole. My thumb is pressed up against it, wanting to get her used to the idea of my cock one day being inside her tight ass.

My cock pops out of Stormi’s lips as she takes a second for her own, focusing on how I’m smothering myself with her pussy and not bothering to come up for air.

Bucking my hip once off the bed, Stormi takes that as her cue to continue sucking me off. I spread her ass, biting down on one cheek then the other.

“I don’t think you deserve to sit down for a week,” I mutter, trailing kissing to her core. Stormi shutters against my lips and the teasing brushes. “I don’t think you’ve fully made amends to me, sweetheart.”

She nods her head, me still between her lips because the more she works me up, she knows I’ll never stop. And with that being said, she takes me deeper, causing my eyes to close on their own and throw this whole idea of teaching her a lesson right out the door.

I’m close.

To just doing what I normally do, but that would include not giving a fuck and just doing what I want. Something that always arises when it comes to everyone else.

But with Stormi, she’s a weakness and a strength. I have zero control over myself when she’s around, and when she’s doing shit I don’t particularly like, my chiding her lasts a minute if that and I’m right back down the black hole. My brain isn’t accustomed to caring for anyone but Reagan and Huck. My tolerance for Wade is limited, and B723 is my second family, but no one can make me feel completely insane and grounded at the same time like this woman.

I never wanted to bask in the light, but with her, it’s all I want to be because she shines in it.

Her scent in my nostrils, her pretty pussy in my face...

“Move if you don’t want to swallow me, baby,” I tell her. “I’m about to fucking come.”

She doesn’t move or halt from working me, and that’s when I blow my load inside her mouth. Her sucking and taking everything has my skull resting back on the mattress, too dizzy to do anything else with the orgasm that just swiftly ripped through me.

After a minute, I slap her ass and shove the next words from my mouth before I let myself get to me.

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Stormi slides down my chest, still straddling me so she can look down at me. “Thanks?”

And there is it.

“Yep.”

A mirthless chuckle escapes her lips as she lifts one knee to remove her weight off me.

Instant regret fills my chest because I just dismissed her, which isn’t something I want us to end the night with.

The moment my mouth opens, she is on me again, this time facing me, the sweat off her skin glistening.

“Don’t worry,” she cajoles, positioning my still semi-hard cock against her center. “I’ll only be a minute.” She accepts me all in one haul, sending a wave of lust coursing through my cock. “Sit up in case I want to kiss you.”

I immediately spring upward, resting on my elbows as she drives herself over me. Her tits bounce, her hands rest on my chest to steady herself, and the way she takes control—fuck me.

“You wanna kiss me now?” I taunt, thrusting my ass off the bed once just to take her deeper than before. She releases a tiny moan before shaking her head. She’s pissed at me and taking it out on my cock.

I can’t think of another way for us to make up or take our aggression out on each other. As long as we can talk or fuck it out, I believe we’ll be okay in the long run.

“You mad?” Her narrowed blue eyes flick to mine before they soften and roll. “I know you got claws, baby. Use them.”

“I’d rather...use your dick. And—” She leans closer to me. “—I’ll remember that little tease.”

“It’s called discipline.”

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