Page 57 of Breaking Storm

I haven’t gotten my fix yet, so my lips relish her skin, planting open mouth kisses on her neck. Scooping her hair to the side and running my tongue behind her ear.

She presses her forehead into my chest, hands gripping my arms when she says, “Please, Joey.”

I stop. My breaths are short from arousal. Nestling my nose into her neck, I respond, “Fine.” My hand cups her chin to have her face me. “But later, you’re mine.”

Once the soup is served, we all fall into a cadence of questions and answers. Mom remembers Sean and Teagan, and even teases us regarding our playground antics. How I’d chase Teagan because I had a crush on her. How Sean and I raced to see who could make it across the monkey bars the fastest. Sean remembered my mom bringing snacks for all of us.

When there’s a break, I show my mom to her room. I bought a couple of sweat outfits for her and tell her we can go shopping tomorrow. She’s exhausted, so I wish her a goodnight. Sean is watching television and Teagan is in our bedroom.

In the room, I walk toward Teagan, removing my shirt and throwing it aside. Next, I unbutton and unzip my pants, yank them down, and kick them off. She’s standing in boy shorts and a tank top, hair still wet from the shower.

Butt naked, walking to the washroom, my eyebrow lifts as I say, “Don’t go anywhere.”

I shower in record time and walk out of the bathroom. Teagan is by the balcony door, looking outside. I grab the remote, click a button, and the drapes close.

Pointing to the end of the bed, I command, “Over here.” Without argument, Teagan skips over and plants herself in front of me. “Strip.”

Her shorts and tank fly across the room. I take in her gorgeous nakedness. My dick jerks and the pulsing heat coats it red. Like her fingernails, her toenails are painted light pink. Her skin and nipples pucker when I circle them and roll them between my index fingers and thumbs. She takes a quick inhale.

I grab her jaw with one hand and smash my lips against hers. It’s brutal and I ravage her mouth. Tongue chasing a fantasy. Cashing in from the time I was away.

Pulling apart, yet still holding her jaw, I say, “Tonight, I’m going to show you you’re mine. How much I hate space and time away from you. It won’t be sweet.”

Teagan sucks her lower lip through her teeth. My eyes drift down to her mouth, and then they rise to her eyes. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other. I step closer, pinch her nipple, and use my foot to widen her stance.

My hand cups her mound, and in an even tone, I add, “I’m going to impale you on my tongue and dick. This night will be a reminder that you belong to me.”

She releases a breathy, “Joey…” She’s turned on.

“On your knees.”

Teagan drops down, thighs open, and glances at me through her eyelashes. I pin her shoulders to the bed, using my thighs.

“Lean your head back on the bed.”

I stroke my dick, tug at my balls, all the while possessing her gaze. There’s a need there. One she’s held back from me, but not tonight. Her emotions and desires will bleed onto every surface. She’ll become deranged by seeking out a release. Begging me to end her misery. Inflict pain, pleasure, until she can’t decipher between the two.

Her mouth is slightly open. I gloss her lips, using the beads of cum from the tip of my cock.

“Lick your lips.”

She does and then I inch the head into her mouth. Teagan sucks on it like a popsicle. Her red, juicy lips snuggling it in her mouth. My hips move back, and I fall out. A trail of saliva hangs from her lip to my cock. I slide my hand down to her throat, wrapping my fingers around it. I edge my dick closer, it bobs, so I place it between her lips. She opens wider, and I slide it in and out, adding a little more at a time. With my hand on her throat, she engulfs my cock as I fill it, cutting off her air. I hit the back as it constricts, and I let out a deep guttural moan. Her eyes water, tears spilling down, and I pull out enough for her to take gulps of air, then slide back in. I keep this slow invasion. Her head tilts upward, eyes begging for more air. For a moment, I close my eyes, hips rocking back and forth. I’m breathing heavy through my nose. But this is only the beginning.

I open my eyes, step back, and say, “Get up.”

Taking her hand, I lead her to the thick leather chair. The back has a downward curve, and the armrests are studded along the seams. My hand pushes against her breasts, sitting her down. I drop in front, toss her legs over the armrests, and my hands scoop under her ass, scooting her toward me. I’m staring at her glistening pussy. It flinches as she contracts her pelvic muscle. My eyes roam up to hers, anchoring them there when I lower my face. I nip at her inner thighs and soothe them with my tongue. I’m tipsy from her smell. My tongue darts out, clips her clit a couple of times, and slides down to her opening. She gasps, head presses into the chair, knuckles whiten from her grip. I smile against her, and then I let loose. Licking. Sucking. Nibbling. Her pussy is wetter than a storm. My tongue dives inside her, hands pinching her ass, as I roll her forward and back, fucking her with my tongue. She’s a hot mess, moaning, begging, grinding her hips into my face while I tongue fuck her, pinching her clit. Right before she’s about to come, I stop, blow on her pussy, and smile.

First, Teagan curses me for stopping. Then she pleads for me to make her come. Her arms reach for me, trying to bring me back, but I maneuver away. When she sags into the chair, I walk over to the end of the bed, and command her to join me.

Chapter 22

JOEY DOESN’T HAVE TO TELL me twice. His dark intense eyes are spears, holding me in place. My body and mind react to his orders. I’m lost in translation between independence and being chained to his sexual cravings.

Only one day and I missed him. Maybe it had to do with the little time we spent after James’ assault attempt.This man of steely perseverance stole my heart, which achesfor his nearness, so it’s no surprise I go along with his demands. Normally, I wouldn’t allow someone to boss me around, but watching and listening to Joey makes me horny. His muscles flex to the beat of his stimulation. He’s sexy as all hell, and I want him to use me. To have me surrender all thoughts and become his habit. To scratch the itch that hasn’t gone since Joey left yesterday.

The silkiness of his cock on my tongue is an aphrodisiac—hot, throbbing—gliding to the back of my throat. I want Joey to unleash the carnal depravity that burns in his eyes. He doesn’t allow my mouth to make him come. Instead, he orders me to get up. A layer of sweat dampens my skin. I stand in front of him, eyes holding his attention, and my body sways from delirium.

From there, I’m put in the chair as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue hits all the erogenous areas. He burieshis face in my pussy, scavenging for the last bits. But when the precipice is in sight, he halts, and I want to scream bloody murder.

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