Slay (Storm MC 4)

Coming back to me, he stood at the end of the bed and watched me while he ripped the foil packet and put the condom on. He climbed onto the bed and moved to where I was. A moment later, he’d flipped me onto my stomach, his hand had gone around my waist and he’d pulled my ass up into the air while I rested on my hands and knees. He knelt behind me and ran his hands over my ass, gently to begin with and then more roughly. I pushed myself back against him, desperate to have his cock, but he had other ideas. He kept one hand on my ass while the other one grabbed my hair into a ponytail and yanked my head back.

His mouth came to my ear. “You might regret knowing who I am.” His words and his warm breath on my skin made me shiver.

“Never,” I breathed out, welcoming the pain his grip caused.

He growled and bit down on my shoulder.

Hard.

I screamed.

He bit harder.

Fuck. Yes.

When his mouth moved from my shoulder, I wanted to demand he bring it back. However, he kept giving me what I craved when he thrust hard inside me.

No warning.

No more foreplay.

One hand pulling my hair back, one hand clawing at my ass, and his cock ramming into me over and over.

This man was made for my pleasure.

He moved me closer to my release with his rough fucking, and just as I felt myself tipping over the edge, he pulled out, let go of me, and flipped me onto my back. His movements were fluid and fast; for a man of his size he had a surprising agility.

I stared disbelievingly up into his eyes as he straddled me.

I was so close.

He shook his head and silenced my words with his finger over my lips. “This is what you get when you drag me away from your pussy.”

Oh.

His eyes moved to my breasts and he bent his face to my chest so he could suck and bite my nipples while he massaged my breasts. His hands slid down to my hips, and he shifted so he could kiss and bite his way down my body, ending at my inner thighs.

His punishment was both maddening and exquisite.

I wanted him to stop.

I needed him to keep going.

He spread my legs once again, looked up at me, and asked, “Will we have a problem if I finish what I started?” His voice had that growly quality to it that was like a shot of pure ecstasy in my veins.

I shook my head, and he grunted his approval before burying his face back in my pussy and setting me on fire with his tongue. I lay back and didn’t dare complain. Not because I didn’t like his form of punishment, but rather I didn’t want to delay having his cock in me any longer, and I knew I wouldn’t get it until he’d gotten what he wanted. And it seemed what Donovan wanted was to get his fill of my pussy first.

It didn’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm, and I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped his head as it hit. He didn’t waste time once I’d come; he prowled back up my body until our faces were centimetres apart. I’d barely had time to open my eyes, and I blinked to focus. The untamed look in his eyes spoke straight to my core.

It was time.

Finally.

I expected him to thrust straight in, but his unpredictability was fast becoming his signature move. He moved fast again, pulled me up, and flipped me around so I was on my knees facing the headboard of the bed. His hands grasped mine and he positioned them so they were gripping onto the top of the headboard. A moment later, his front pressed against my back, and he murmured against my ear, “Your cunt is so fucking tight this might not last long.”

My pussy clenched.

His words had the power to bring me to my knees.