Relent (Sydney Storm MC 1)

“Yeah. You?”

She nodded and then caught my lips in a kiss while she continued to pump my cock. I knew I was dangerously close to coming and that I should slow this down, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She made me feel so damn good and I hadn’t felt good in a long fucking time.

Her touch was magic.

Her words were healing.

And I knew her love was everything I needed in this shitty world.

I pulled out of our kiss and grunted, “Babe, either you need to stop what you’re doing or I need to get inside you because I’m just about to blow if you keep it up.”

She let me go but said, “You did say this was gonna be hard and fast and I’m good with that.”

“I don’t want it to be that fast. I don’t think you realise what you do to me. These days I just need to look at you and I’m almost coming in my pants.”

“Baby, you sure know how to sweet-talk a girl,” she whispered in my ear.

I groaned. Even the feel of her warm breath on me almost did me in. Fuck, I was so far gone it wasn’t fucking funny.

It was time to take control.

I grabbed both her wrists and positioned them above her head. Holding them there with one hand, I held her gaze and said, “Don’t move your hands.”

“Why?”

“Because if you touch me, I’m gonna come all over you instead of inside of you.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” she teased.

“Christ, woman, don’t fucking tempt me.”

“Okay, I’ll just lie here and let you do whatever you want.”

“Thank fuck,” I muttered and let her hands go, half expecting her to move them, but she didn’t.

Now that I had her whole body to devour, I began with her neck and then trailed my tongue down to her breasts. Evie had the best tits I’d ever had the pleasure of touching. Even after all her weight loss, they were a good handful, and I wasn’t in the minority in my devotion to them. I’d had the displeasure of watching men ogle them for too many years now. As I sucked and licked them, she arched her back and moaned. I paused for a moment to look up at her face and almost lost control when I saw the bliss written across her face. Her eyes were shut, and her teeth were biting her lip. My woman was sexy as fuck.

Her eyes fluttered open and she found my gaze. Smiling lazily at me, she murmured, “You should keep going, baby. I want you to lick all the way down to my pussy and then I want you to fuck me with your tongue.”

I leant on my elbows, my face resting in between her tits. “That right?”

“Yeah. You think you can manage that?”

I moved quick and a second later, I’d straddled her and had dipped my face to hers. My dick sat at her entrance and I teased her with it, pushing slightly into her and then pulling out. “I can manage any-fuckin’-thing, darlin’. The question is, can you?”

She licked her lips and asked, “Like what, Kick?”

I pushed my dick inside again. Not all the way, just enough to get her going, and then I pulled back out. “Like that,” I growled in her ear, “can you manage that?”

She smiled that fucking sexy smile that made my dick even harder than it already was if that was even fucking possible. “I don’t think you want to push me, Kick, cause we both know I can take a lot more than you can. I’d only have to reach down, take your cock in my hand and give you a few tugs and you’d be coming before you could say fuck.”

Fuck.

I was done.

Between her sexy body, her wet pussy, and her filthy mouth, my senses were in overdrive to the point where I could hardly function.

I thrust inside her, all the fucking way, and then pulled back out and slammed back in again. Stilling with my dick still deep in her, I rasped, “Feel good, baby?”