Page 73 of Braving the Storm
I add my thumb into the picture, finding her clit, roaming down to drag the slickness between us from where she’s impaled by my cock, and then rub over that swollen bundle of nerves.
Briar’s soft little body tenses up, and then she shatters like a fucking dream. A long, low cry followed by a gush of wetness when I withdraw a little.
Fuck yes.
“You’re fucking perfect. Look at you soaking me, like you were made for this.”
Briar’s lost the ability to form words. She pants and whimpers and makes the sexiest goddamn sounds that I’m going to be hearing every time I close my eyes.
She ripples around me, her climax dragging on and on with a long, rolling tail. Different than last time, this one is trying to suck the life out of me.
It’s so slick between us, her sexy as-hell floodcoats the length of my dick and drips down my balls, and I love the fact she’s made an absolute mess of me again tonight. It’s like I’ve unlocked some kind of cheat code, and now I’m going to be trying to find all the ways and positions to make her gush all over me like this.
I’m so fucking close; the pressure is already locked in at the base of my spine. My balls are tight, lifted up, ready to spend inside her.
But I want her to watch.
I want her to see exactly how fucking much she’s worthy of being treated properly.
“Can you make it nice and loud, darlin’… show me just how good you can be.” It takes every ounce of my self-control to pull out, scooping her limp form and guiding our bodies to line up and face the mirror at the end of the bed. “Does that turn you on when I flip you around, hmm?” My lips find Briar’s ear from my position behind her, with our eyes seeking out each other’s in the reflection. This angle shows off our figures bathed in a shard of warm light spilling from the hallway, contrasted against the deep shadows of the room.
“You’re doing perfect.” I shove a pillow beneath Briar’s hips and brace myself on my palms, allowing my body to blanket her spine. Those eyes track my own, glazed with so much pleasure in such a short time, but fixated on each place I touch and guide and caress her soft skin. “My own perfect little toy to play with.”
Lining myself up at her entrance is goddamn bliss. We fit together in a way that can’t be a fucking coincidence, because this girl nestles beneath me like she’s always meant to be there, and I’ve just been a fool to never knowwhoI was supposed to have wrapped in my arms this entire fucking time.
Briar’s mouth hangs open, her eyes glittering with the way the light glides across her features.
“Yours.” She breathes out.
That one word, Jesus, I think that’s my entire undoing.
“My toy.” I press forward, sinking into her velvet heat. “My property.” My cock surges, throbs. “My own little slut.”
The pretty thing wrapped around my dick moans softly, clenching, letting me know exactly how much she craves all that and more.
“You like that, darlin’?” I watch her in the mirror. Breasts pressed against the bed, arms stretched out in front of her heart-shaped face to fist the sheets with my cuff secured over her wrist. I feel a possessive noise brew inside my chest seeing her head tilted back to watch us, spine arched, and ass perched in the air. “You like being my plaything in secret? My perfect, pretty little whore to take care of?”
My hips drive against hers over and over, and I see the wash of pleasure as each thrust hits that magic spot I doubt any asshole has ever taken the time to find and give this girl the kind of proper fucking she deserves.
“Storm…” Her eyes roll back, and watching her lose it at the dirty shit spilling out of my mouth, I’m done for.
My cock is ready to explode. Tingling builds, pressure zips up my spine, and my thrusts falter against her ass.
“Mmmfuck. See how fucking good you look, full of my cock, filled with my cum.”
“Yes.Yes.”She chants, a soft series of whimpers.
I drive forward, and my dick jerks, and my release floods her cunt. The way her pussy ripples around me makes my mind go completely blank. Wave after wave of pleasure and grunts of relief roll through me as I pulse into her tight, slick channel from behind.
When I come to, my mouth is fastened onto her neck. Sucking and licking and kissing that delicate skin is my newest obsession, like I’ve forgotten how to goddamn breathe without having the taste of this girl on my tongue.
Something tells me, a warning ticks in the back of my mind, that it might already be too late.
Both feet are in deep, and maybe, almost definitely, I already have.
Chapter 24
“Well, this is new…” Storm’s voice is thick and drowsy right beside my ear as he stirs from yet another heavy sleep. I have no idea what time it is; the room is layered with shadows, but I’ve been content to lie still. Truth be told, I’m blissed out, simply enjoying listening to his soothing, steady breathing at my back. Soaking up the rhythm accompanying each rise and fall of his torso fitted against my spine.
