Page 9 of Hurricane's House

“Yep,” Hurricane admitted, “I’m just trying to figure out what I’d like to do first to you, honey.”

“I think that I might be able to help with that,” she offered. He watched as Tina sat up on the bed and grabbed the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed. He silently watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, slipping both of her hands in to find his erection.

“You’re big,” she gasped. He moaned as she stroked his shaft. He needed more from her, but he wanted to give her time to do what she wanted. He loved that she was taking the lead and couldn’t wait to see what she had planned next.

She let go of his cock and he moaned, making her giggle. “Just be patient,” she ordered as she sunk to her knees, tugging his jeans down his thighs. When Tina licked her lips, he nearly lost his load and Hurricane knew that he wasn’t going to last long if he let her have her way.

Tina sucked him into her warm mouth and to the back of her throat. “Jesus,” he said, his voice hoarse. She giggled around his shaft, and he knew that she was playing with him. He’d let her have a little bit more fun before he took back control from her because honestly, what she was doing to him felt so fucking good.

She worked him in and out of her skilled mouth as he grabbed handfuls of her long, dark hair, pulling it back from her face so that he could see exactly what she was doing to him. And when he was about to come, he pulled free from her lips, leaving her pouting on the floor.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, jutting out her bottom lip.

“Because when I come, I want to be deep inside of you, honey,” he admitted. “Are you good with that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she breathed. He helped her up from the floor and started stripping her out of her clothes.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he admitted. She gifted him with a shy, sexy smile as he laid her back on his bed. “This will be fast, honey, but then, I plan on taking the next two and a half hours to make you scream out my name, you good with that?” he asked.

“I am,” she whispered. He hovered over her body and when she wrapped her legs around him, he took that as his invitation to take what he wanted from her.

Hurricane lined up the head of his cock with her drenched opening and when she pulled him down for a kiss, he slid into her body. God, he loved the breathy little sighs and moans that she gave him.

“I need you with me, baby,” he whispered as he snaked his hand down between where their bodies were joined and stroked her clit with his thumb. Within minutes, Tina was crying out his name, just as he wanted, and Hurricane quickly followed her over, collapsing on top of her.

“Am I crushing you?” he breathed.

“Yeah,” she said, wrapping her arms and legs around his body, “but, in a good way.” He chuckled and rolled to the side, taking her along with him. They lay like that for what felt like an eternity, looking into each other’s eyes. Hurricane knew that it was impossible, but every time she smiled at him, and every time she looked at him the way that she was, he thought he could seehis whole future—and for the first time in a long time, it looked promising.

Tina

Tina woke up early, trying to sneak out of Hurricane’s bedroom before he woke up. She had made it all the way to the bedroom door and turned the knob before she heard Hurricane clear his throat. She turned to find him watching her from bed.

“Where are you going?” Hurricane whispered.

“I can’t let Chasity find me in here with you, like this,” she insisted, looking down at her half-naked body.

“I’m pretty sure that your niece has figured out that we’re sleeping together,” Hurricane challenged. “You were pretty loud last night.”

“Oh, God,” she breathed, hugging the clothes in her arms tighter to her body.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s one of the phrases she’d remember you shouting,” Hurricane teased.

“That’s not funny,” she spat. “This is serious, Hurricane. You and I don’t really know each other, and I promised Chasity that I’d only come over when she invited me.” If her niece found her in Hurricane’s room, she might run again, and that terrifiedTina. What if this time, she wouldn’t be able to find her? What if this time, Chasity trusted the wrong people and ended up dead?

“She’s an impressionable kid. Chasity thinks that I came here last night because you invited me to dinner, not to sleep with you. It was her first night here, and I’ve ruined it by jumping into your bed just because you asked me nicely.”

“Oh, honey,” he breathed, “there was nothing nice about me asking you to climb into my bed with me. As for that—we’re both consenting adults and what’s happening between us is just that—between us. Chasity will have to understand that.”

“Did sex mess up your head, Hurricane?” she teased. “How do you propose that we get her to understand that we’re sleeping together?” Tina asked.

He shrugged, “We sit her down and tell her,” he said.

“As though it’s that simple,” she grumbled.

“It worked when we were going over the rules of the house yesterday.” He was right, it had worked. Hurricane seemed to have a way with her niece, and she appreciated that more than he’d ever know. He very possibly saved Chasity’s life and for that, she always be grateful to Hurricane.

“So, how about it?” he asked. “You want to stick around and talk to Chasity with me because I don’t want just one night with you honey,” he said. Hurricane stood from the bed, completely naked, and her girl parts hummed to life all over again. It surprised her that he had that effect on her, but it had been some time since she had been with a man. That wasn’t it though. Hurricane seemed to do it for her—get her engines running on all four cylinders and it was nice to know that she could still feel the way that he made her feel.

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