Page 206 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
“How do I want it?” I repeat dumbly.
“Mmhmm,” he replies, latching on to my nipple, and here I go, rocking back and forth on his dick.
“You’ve got three seconds to choose, Shae,” he rasps, his fingers going to my clit. I can’t help it, I release a low, grumbling moan, completely lost to sensations.
“You want it like this? Do you want it from the back?” he asks, his lips close to my ear. And hell, I don’t care, as long as I get to come very soon.
“It’s whatever you want,” I groan, and in a flash, he’s got me on my stomach, then halfway on my side. My bottom leg stretches straight, and he straddles it.
“What are you—” I start, but then he grabs my top leg, anchoring it over his arm at the knee, and surges into me, battering my pussy like a goddamn piston.
“Fuck, Storm!”
“Yeah, you love it when I ruin you there, don’t you?”
God, yes. Ruin the fuck out of me.
“I fuckinglove it,” I grunt, already there at the peak of a full-body orgasm. But then he switches arms and throws my top legover his right shoulder, which frees him to lean down, his face inches from mine, while he has me folded over like a pretzel.
This man is gonna kill me, and I’m gonna smile the entire time I’m dying.
“Say it, Shae. You’re addicted to this dick, aren’t you?” he grinds out, his eyes flashing as he sluts me out all over this bed.
But a bratty part of my personality absolutelyrequiresme to push back.
“S’all right,” I say, my voice trembling. Storm smirks, but doesn’t slow, the gleam in his eye positively evil.
“Oh, it’s only ‘all right?’” he asks, doing some kind of magic move that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“Mmhmm!” I reply, moaning like a goddamn porn star.
“I can do better, then,” he says, kicking his grin to the side.
A demon takes over. That’s the only way to explain what the fuck happens to Storm and what he does to me.
I’mright therein seconds, ready to come so hard I lose my vision, but before I can tip over that final bit, Storm pulls out of my body and leaps off the bed.
“What the?” I shout, chest heaving as I watch in astonishment while he pulls on a fresh pair of black boxers and pins his still-hard dick beneath the waistband.
“Oh, you asshole.” I chuckle darkly, realizing he’s punishing me for my brattiness, and hell, I did ask for it.
Still, I need to come. Like, right now.
Leaning back on the bed, I spread my legs and walk my fingers down my stomach and to my wet snatch.
“I don’t need your help, Storm Sandoval,” I say, teasing him while spreading my lips lewdly for his view. He licks his lips, his gaze scorching, and right when my thighs start to tremble again, he’s right there…pulling my fingers from my body and sucking on them.
Hard.
“Storm!” I shout, and he laughs.
“You wanna come, baby?” he teases.
“Yes!” I cry. “I’m on fucking fire over here, so yes, I want my nut!”
His lips press together as if he’s trying not to laugh.
“Well then, Sweetness, all you’ve got to do is admit it. Admit you need me.” When he says the last part, all humor dies in my chest. He’s not teasing. He’s not talking only about sex.
