Page 52 of When the Storm Breaks
His pace was maddening, a slow torture that had my clit throbbing and my hands pulling his hair. He laughed, his lips against my skin, so close to where I wanted him, but not quite.
“I said hard and fast.”
“I’m not your big boy,” the charmer said. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, and you’ll thank me for it.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and balled my fists in frustration. He stopped at the crease of my thigh, his soft breath teasing me and just when I thought I’d get what I wanted he bypassed my clit and paid the same careful attention to my other thigh. I growled, my legs clamping his head, making him laugh again, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep them spread for him.
He looked up at me, a wicked grin on his face, and with his eyes still pinned on mine, he licked me from slit to crack, making my hips buck off the mattress. He did it again. And again. And again. My hands fisted the sheets, and my legs wrapped around his neck, thighs trembling. “Mmm. Your pussy tastes even sweeter than I imagined.”
Then he dove in, one hand cupping my breast and squeezing the nipple as he thoroughly fucked me with his mouth and teeth and hands. Speeding up. Slowing down. Biting my clit, mixing sweet pain with pleasure. Driving me out of my freaking mind.
When I came, temporarily blinded, he crawled up my body and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth, so I could taste myself on him.
He rolled onto his back, bringing me with him and I kissed his neck and bit his earlobe, his belt buckle digging into my hips. I moved down his body and unbuckled it, my fingers fighting with the top button of his jeans. He pushed my hand away and did it himself.
I rolled off him, and he kicked off his boots and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs, his big, thick dick springing free. And as far as penises go, I thought his was beautiful. Getting onto my knees on the mattress in front of him, I wrapped my hands around it, the skin velvety soft, and I guided it to my mouth, my tongue darting out for a taste. I licked the slit then wrapped my lips around the head.
His hand went to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. I watched him from underneath my lashes as I licked the underside and felt the weight of his balls in my hand, gently rolling them. His eyes were hooded, chest rising and falling, his breathing getting quicker.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could take him and sucked on him, my cheeks hollowed.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I don’t want you like this.”
I didn’t listen. I kept sucking his dick, my hand squeezing his balls, waiting to see what he’d do.
He pulled away, reached for his jeans on the floor and came out with a strip of silver-foiled packets. Ripping one off, he tossed the others on the bed.
“How... ambitious of you. You’re quite the optimist.”
“I’m a realist.”
I laughed and took the condom out of his hand then flung it across the room. “You don’t need it. I’m on the shot and I’m clean.”
“Yeah, I’m clean too. But I never go bare.”
“All the more reason why you should. Live dangerously.”
His eyes narrowed. “You sure?”
“Positive. And trust me when I say I’m not looking to get pregnant. I’d never trick you.” I crossed my heart and scooted up the bed away from him, forcing him to chase after me. He crawled up the bed and I let out a yelp when he grabbed me and flipped me over, sliding his hand under my stomach and lifting me onto my hands and knees. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Is this how you want me, Cowboy?”
He pulled my back against his chest and skimmed his hands down my arms then guided my hands to the headboard. “Hold on tight.” He scraped his teeth across my shoulder. “It’s going to be a wild ride.”
I swiveled my hips and wiggled my butt. His hand met the flesh, and I felt the sting of the slap before he pushed my legs further apart and slid his hard cock between my slick folds, the head rubbing against my tight bundle of nerves as I angled my hips, so he would hit just right.
Oh God.
“You’re so fucking wet. I could slip inside you so easily.”
“Do it,” I panted. My muscles clenched, and I gripped the wood of the headboard more tightly as he guided his tip to my entrance with one hand, and yanked my hair with the other, forcing my head back, my neck arched. God, I loved this.
He drove into me in one fluid motion until he was fully seated. Without giving me a chance to get used to the fullness, he thrust deeper. In. Out. In. Out. Fast and hard the way I said I wanted it. I white-knuckled the headboard, meeting him thrust for thrust, his hand fisting my hair, his other hand rubbing and squeezing my clit.
It was wild and frenzied, the headboard banging against the wall, sweat coating my skin. And with every thrust, he hit that magical spot that made me cry out.
“Oh God, I’m going to come.”
He rubbed my clit harder and faster and I fell apart, my muscles clenching around him and my arms giving out. With my ass still in the air, my head collapsed to the pillow and I’d barely come down from my high when with one final thrust, I felt his body shudder and he let out a guttural sound, half groan, half growl.
