Page 71 of Braving the Storm
Storm seems to match my urgency, fisting himself, he swipes his thumb over the head, where there’s a bead of wetness, and a devilish glint catches fire behind his eyes.
Leaning closer, he raises that hand to my mouth, allowing the weight of his rigid cock to bob between us. That thumb, covered in a smear of him, is forced into my mouth, coating my taste buds in the salty, tangy hint of release leaking out of his tip. A tantalizing hint of what sucking him down, letting him invade my mouth, how richly satisfying that would be. It feels hypnotic, powerfully so, to know that this is the effect someone as inexperienced as me could have on his body.
He guides the head of his cock to brush over my pussy for the first time, and I feel like my heart is in my throat. How can it feel so good already, and he’s barely touched me?
“You're gonna watch everything. Watch the way your cunt stretches around me, see how eager you are to swallow everything,to draw me into you. Feel how you’re making a mess, dripping, and eager to be filled, so fucking wet and perfect.” As he speaks, he rubs himself through my slickness, nudging at my entrance when he dips down, encouraging my hips to chase his dick, to chase what I’m so hungry for, and he damn well knows it.
“Just the tip to start.” Storm brackets one of my thighs and presses the head of him forward with the other, dragging a whimper out of me. “Need to feel you fit perfectly around me.”
He lets out a dark, sexy as all hell groan as the tip of him slips inside. My eyes are riveted to the spot where his dick presses and inches forward into my body perfectly. The stretch of him is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, yet feels so insanely good.
I’m in complete and utterly devastating trouble. I already know it. I already feel it. Somewhere deep inside every cell, a little thing just clicked into place, and I’m not sure I’ll survive this man.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight, this little pussy of yours has had nothing but a toy and your fingers to keep you satisfied, hasn’t it? But that’s not enough for someone as precious as you, darlin’. You deserve to be fucked properly. You deserve to be stretched around my cock all day long, taking my dick like you were fucking made for this.”
Storm uses his free hand to hook my other leg, spreading my knees obscenely wide and shifting me into the perfect position for his needs, and starts to move. Pushing his way slowly forward, wedging inside me on a slick glide. The horny mess that he reduced me to has ensured I am absolutely drenched, my pussy unbelievably ready to welcome him into my body.
“Oh my god… it’s so good… please… I need more.” I’m panting, having to balance myself on my palms in order to keep watching, because I can’t fucking stop watching. The sight is so erotic. So wicked. As much as I want to run my fingers all over him and dig my nails into those muscles, I also love that this position feels like he’s got so much control. It’s sending me into a shivering mess of pleasure that he’s using me like this, right here on the kitchen counter.
And yet, it somehow makes me feel powerful at the same time. He’s spilling filthy words, staring at my pussy being stretched around his cock, and yet there’s so much desire in his voice.
I’ve never had someone make me feel so wanted before.
“Storm. God. I need you.”
It seems to please him to hear me beg because he makes another one of those rumbling sort of noises, and I feel it in every inch of my body, right down to my curled toes. “Watch how you try to suck me deeper, every time I feed you a little more, your sweet little cunt is begging for everything, trying to pull me in. I can feel you squeezing, trying to milk my cock already. So greedy. But that’s why we’re going slow this time, because there’s a whole night ahead when I plan to have you stuffed full of my cock. Watching you take me like this is fucking perfect.”
That’s the moment he sinks forward all the way to the hilt, and I can’t help the loud moan that bursts from me. I’m doing absolutely everything he said, my pussyisclamping down around him, squeezing, trying to encourage him deeper.
It’s so full having him inside me like this. The stretch is beyond anything I could imagine as he pulls back right to the tip before pressing forward again.
We both make noises that echo how intense this moment is, how much this feels like the most perfect, terribly bad choice the two of us could ever make.
Then, he’s pumping into me. Long, torturous glides where he withdraws almost to the tip and shoves all the way forward. Again and again. The slick, wet sounds of fucking fill the air, and I’m coiled so tight from how much he’s teased my body already that my orgasm flies headlong toward me.
I desperately want this to draw out, to last longer, but I’m gone and being sucked under already.
“Fuck… oh god… I think… I’m gonna come again…” There’s no stopping it, I don’t know how he’s managed to control my body and spin me out of my head so fast and so thoroughly, but it’s right there.
“That’s it. Come the fuck all over my cock, darlin’.” He moves like a whirlwind. One hand collars the front of my throat in a firm hold that is absolutely my undoing, while the other snakes between us to find my clit, and he sinks so deep I feel him invade every inch of my sanity.
I tumble head over heels. Moaning and clenching around him. Clinging to his forearms for balance—or maybe sanity. Gasping for air in between my whimpers and moans.
It’s so powerful I must blank completely. When my brain comes back online, our mouths are fused together, and my pussy is still rippling and squeezing around him as my climax keeps on rolling through in languid waves.
Storm grunts against my mouth and scoops beneath my ass to lift me against his body.
“Fuck. You’re going to give me so much more of that. You’re going to be coming all night long. My perfect little slut who was made to take my cock like a dream.” With those filthy words that don’t feel like anything but being coated in praise, he carries me to the bedroom, his length still buried deep inside me.
And as he tumbles us both down onto the bed, his hat tipping off onto the floor, I have no doubt he’s going to make good on that very promise.
Chapter 23
The perfect girl wrapped around my dick moans against my throat.
She’s nearly out of her head with pleasure after two orgasms, and I can’t wait to see how easily she trembles when I drag more from her tonight.
In my life of avoiding repeat hookups, I’ve never once felt this kind of compulsive need for someone. To constantly be fixated on her every thought, every breath, every flutter of her eyelashes as they graze my skin.
