Page 31 of Storm

“Your ex was a fucking loser, sunshine. The only kind of fucking thighs I want my head between are the jiggly kind. The kind that are full and thick and have imperfections. The kind that brings me to my fucking knees because of how beautiful and delicious they are. And baby, I plan on having my face between yours a whole fucking lot because I like it. And your thighs, they’re quickly becoming my fucking favorite.”

Every ounce of air rushed from her lungs as she stared up at him, unsure how to respond. She wasn’t sure she could even speak if she wanted to.

“You’re going to learn very fucking quickly how obsessed I am with your body, Brook. I’ve stroked my cock multiple times a day since I met you while thinking about all the nasty fucked-up things I want to do to you. So whatever thoughts that asshole put into your head, I need you to forget about them right fucking now. You’re perfect. Beautiful. Thick. Delicious. Sweet. All the fucking things I don’t deserve, but I’m too selfish to walk away from.”

And then, without waiting for her response, he moved down her body, yanking her panties off so forcefully she heard the suresound of fabric ripping. Her legs hit the side of the bed, and Storm pushed her gently. As soon as she lay down, his mouth was on her clit instantly. Without giving her time to think, he started sucking on the delicate nub, she nearly catapulted off the bed.

Whoa. She’d never experienced that sort of sensation before. Her vision blurred, and the words came out as mumbling that couldn’t be made out, but Storm didn’t seem to care. He was too busy licking and sucking on her pussy like it was his last meal, and it felt too dang good to question if she tasted good or if he was enjoying it. His enthusiasm alone told her he was.

“Daddy!” she cried as her body tightened and her legs started to shake.

“Come on my face, sunshine. Give me all your cream,” he commanded while playing with her.

When he slid a finger into her and curled it, she screamed and thrashed. She fisted the frilly bedding and tilted her head back, crying out over and over, her pussy pulsing as he continued to eat her out through her orgasm.

As soon as Storm pulled away, he stood with purpose, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt. The clink of the metal echoed in the quiet room, a sound that sent a shiver down Brook’s spine. What was it about the sound of a man’s belt that was so damn hot? Her heart thudded as he shifted to the button of his jeans, popping it open with ease. Every movement was unhurried, confident, and utterly mesmerizing.

When he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants, her breath hitched. Her gaze roamed over him, drinking in the sight of his muscular, tattooed figure. His body was a canvas, the intricate ink adding to his rugged allure. But it was the outline of his cock, enormous and rigid against his briefs, that made her pulse race. Her mind swirled with anticipation and just a hint of nervousness. How wasthatgoing to fit inside her?

“Still want to keep going, sunshine?” he asked, low and rough, a rumble that sent a thrill straight through her core.

She met his gaze, her wide eyes locking onto his.

“Yes, Daddy.” Brook was trembling with need, which made her whisper quiver.

Oh, yes, she wanted this. She wantedhim. She wasn’t exaggerating when she’d said she might die if they didn’t do this. They hadn’t known each other for long, but every moment with him was natural and undeniable. From the first time they’d met, the connection had been obvious. She wasn’t sure she was good at relationships, but for Storm, she was willing to try.

Storm pulled a condom from his wallet, the deliberate movement making her body buzz with anticipation. After tossing the wallet onto the pile of their discarded clothes, he ripped the wrapper open, the crinkle of foil loud in the stillness. The only other sound in the room was their shared, shallow, rapid breathing.

“After this, we’re going to talk about your rules and where this is going, sunshine,” he said, his tone firm yet full of tenderness. His index finger moved between them, emphasizing his point. “Because once I’ve had my cock in your pussy, I’m not ‘seeing where this goes.’ You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s final. Do you have a problem with that?”

She shook her head quickly, her throat tight with emotion and desire.

“Words, Brook. Use your words for Daddy.”

Her heart flipped at the title.

“No, Daddy,” she words were soft but clear, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

Satisfied, Storm rolled the condom on with practiced ease, then knelt on the mattress between her legs. His broad shoulders and stern presence made her feel small and safe. He bracketed her head with his forearms, his body hoveringover her like a shield. The head of his cock brushed against her clit, sparking a jolt of pleasure that had her hips bucking instinctively.

“So needy, baby,” he murmured with a low chuckle, his voice tinged with admiration. “I fucking love that, but I don’t want to go too fast and hurt you.”

Her hands slid around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she gazed up at him. His dark eyes, usually so intense and guarded, were more tender now. He kept showing her sides of himself that she hadn’t expected—gentleness, patience, a quiet vulnerability that made her fall for him a little more each second.

Was it too soon to call it love? That four-letter word she’d never thought she’d feel with a man? Maybe. But right then and there, it didn’t matter to Brook.

“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered, sounding sure of herself despite the whirl of emotions swirling inside.

His gaze never wavered, piercing hers with a depth that left her breathless. “Never, baby. I’ll always protect you.”

And Brook believed him. Storm was many things—gruff, commanding, sometimes a little too intense—but above all else, he was a protector. That much she knew without a shadow of a doubt.

Slowly, Storm shifted his hips forward, his movements careful and deliberate. The warmth of his skin against her thighs was intoxicating. As the head of his cock slid between her slick folds, a soft, unmistakable sound filled the air—her arousal.

Oh, God. That wasmortifying.

“Fuck,” he groaned with clear approval. “That’s a beautiful sound. Love that you’re so turned on for me, sunshine.”

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