Page 70 of Braving the Storm
Storm rubs his thumb over the cuff while holding my arm. “If you’re wearing that, then it’s on… whenever, wherever… but if you need to take a break or you’re not feeling the mood, you can leave it off, and I promise I’ll always respect that, ok?”
Well, shit. I’m very ready to be the perfect slut for this man because I think he just unlocked a new desire inside me. Having the possessive, subtle weight of that strip of leather fitted neatly around my wrist just turned me into the horniest devil alive.
“Storm.” I breathe. Staring at him, utterly transfixed. “We can’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want to fuck your life up with more stupid rumors… it’s too easy for people to misunderstand…”
He kisses my palm, taking every remaining shred of sanity with that point of contact between his wet mouth, plush lips, and scratching rasp of stubble against the fleshy part of my hand. “While I hate to say it, I agree… not that I give a fuck what other people think or say—and there’s no possible way I would allow anyone in this world to speak shit about you and still have their teeth left intact—but, I’d rather we keep things between us. If that’s what you want?”
My stomach flips, and a giddy rush pours through me at the way his voice rumbles and dips low. As he speaks against my palm, keeping me snared in his blue eyes, it’s like he means every single word and fully intends to protect me from anything and anyone that might lurk beyond that door.
The subtle dip of my chin is all it takes.
I’m in desperate danger of falling for this man. My uncle.My Storm.
“So… is the cuff staying on, or coming off for the rest of tonight, darlin’?” Hitting me with a look that could melt panties, if I had any on, he rubs an enquiring, tempting thumb back and forth over the leather strap.
I’ve been so neglected and unwanted for so long; this thing he’s agreed to, it makes my head spin. To possibly feel desired for the first time? To have someone given the permission and control to use me, to expose me to everything I’ve been missing, to feel like they can’t go five minutes without touching me… I’m swept away by the idea that this cowboy can take whatever he wants.
“It stays on.” My pulse thuds relentlessly. I’m so beyond ready to experience every single aspect of this man in every way possible.
Fuck me. Use me freely. Those words want to burst past my lips. I want to seal my mouth to his and tell him all that and more through experiencing another of those simply life-altering kisses.
I didn’t know what I wanted until he charged into my life, and now here we are on the precipice of something that no one else would understand. But it feels so unbelievably right, so safe with him.
Storm blows out a heavy exhale and curses softly, reverently, under his breath. Then moves.
“Arms up.” Those strong hands fist my sweater while his gruff command sends a fresh wave of arousal through my pussy. He tugs it up over my head, tossing it somewhere, before moving to my bra.
“These fucking tits have been driving me to distraction.” His eyes drag across my bare skin as he takes no time to unhook the clasp, then slips the straps down my shoulders, ridding me of that, too. Goosebumps erupt along my arms. This man is so determined, so sensual, and confident with each step I could almost get lost in the fantasy of imagining he might’ve already planned this in his head long before tonight.
Sliding a palm beneath my knee, he hooks my leg, and the movement tips me back slightly, forcing me to lean on my hands. This position arches my spine and shoves my tits forward, and as he peels my socks off one by one—an act that shouldn’t feel like foreplay, yet he somehow uses those tattoos and muscles and makes the whole thing entirely erotic—I’m left in no doubt that was his devious intention all along.
My breasts ache, feeling heavy and full, with nipples so hard he could simply breathe on them and I might fall apart again.
I love the sheer hunger in his eyes, unrestrained and without hesitancy, as he looks me over. The tiniest, sexiest smirk plays on his lips. He’s far too confident, far too self-assured in this.
Meanwhile, I’m panting and throbbing all over, ready to lay myself down right here on this countertop for him to do whatever he pleases.
“Goddamn… you know I might just have you walk around here being my perfect slut without a top on every chance I get, little thorn. That way, I can play with these perfect tits any time I want.”
As he speaks, he pinches one causing me to cry out, involuntarily producing a desperate noise, then gets a real spark in his eyes. I watch on, spellbound, as he plucks his hat off the counter and places it on my head.
"My pussy." He runs his thumb along my jaw, tilting it up for him. “My hat.” Blue eyes flick up appreciatively as his voice drops into a lower, even more seductive tone. "My cuff."
Storm holds my eyes as he drops forward to take one of my nipples in his mouth, and I lose a little more of a grasp on reality as my entire body quakes with pleasure. The warm, wet glide of his tongue and lips sucking and licking the tight bud drives me insane. I’m a mess of desperate pleas and the kinds of noises that perhaps, come morning, I might be embarrassed or self-conscious about… right now, I don’t fucking care.
He lavishes attention over both of my breasts, roaming his lips across the swell of them, and flicks my hardened peaks with his tongue until I’m writhing for him.
“Mmmfuck. You’re so responsive. I think you love that idea, don’t you? Letting me do whatever I want to your tits. Would you like them covered in my cum?”
The horniest sound escapes me, unbidden.
Apparently I like that idea. A lot.
That makes him chuckle, dark and desirous against my aching breasts. But he moves now, unbuckling his belt fast and pushing down the waistband of his briefs as he stands between my slick thighs—the evidence of just how much of a complete mess I am for this man before me.
“Please. Please, Storm.” The sizable length of him makes my pussy clench and stomach swoop. My eyes fixate on his fist as he strokes himself leisurely, hungry eyes watch me as I watchhim. I’m struggling to remember if I’ve ever seen a man thick and erect and veined like this beyond secretly watching porn. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with before, and I feel the urge that I want to taste him too. I want to feel the velvety weight of him on my tongue.
But more than that, I want him inside me.
