Slay (Storm MC 4)

My natural instinct to nurture kicked in, and my hands moved to his face. I held both cheeks and whispered, “Look at me.”

His head jerked up, and he stared at me with eyes that made me want to wrap him in my arms and never let go. He didn’t utter a word, just waited for me to speak.

I moved one hand to run it gently through his hair while keeping hold of his cheek with my other hand. Moving my face to his, I brushed my lips over his and forced him to kiss me. His mouth opened to let me in and our tongues tangled with the passion consuming us.

When I ended the kiss, I trailed kisses along his jaw and down his neck. I lightly bit him there to test his reaction. His sharp intake of breath and the way he pressed his erection into me told me what I needed to know, and I bit harder and sucked him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hands moving down to hold my breasts.

I continued what I was doing while he ran his hands all over my body. He worked me into a frenzy with his touch, and I was breathless with need by the time I moved my mouth from his neck. Pulling his face back to mine, I murmured, “You need to fuck me now. Rough, hard, slow, whatever...I don’t care how, just do it.”

His body tensed and his arms came around me as he stood, holding me to him. God, I loved the strength this man had. My legs were wrapped tight around him, but I had no doubt that, if I was to let go, he’d still be able to hold me up with ease.

Once he was standing, he turned and placed me on the bed. Eyes on me, his hands went to his belt and he stripped. I held his gaze until he was naked. His body was too spectacular not to look at, and I let my eyes roam all over him. My pussy screamed out for his hard cock, and I moved myself up the bed, ready for him.

He rolled a condom on, and then bent his hands to the bed to climb on top of me. Holding himself over me, face to face, he growled, “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Haven’t wanted a woman as much as I want you in a long fucking time.”

Fuck me.

I pulled his face the short distance to mine and kissed him with everything I was feeling. He pressed his cock to my entrance. I was so ready for him and pushed up against him. He growled his pleasure into my mouth, which only made me want him more. I wrapped my legs around him, locked them in place and used my muscles to pull his body closer to mine. At the same time, I pushed my pussy against his cock and thrust up to take him inside.

“Fuck!” he roared, and pulled out so he could thrust back in.

Hard.

Fast.

Rough.

Thank fuck.

He slammed in and out of me, and I clung to him for the ride.

Frantic.

Wild.

Carnal.

I’m never letting go.

He exploded with a load roar, and I came a moment later, screaming his name.

We stilled and let it wash over us, limbs entwined, skin-to-skin. I drifted off into a pleasure-induced fog. His lips on mine snapped me out of it.

“Fuck me,” he muttered in between kisses. “Fucking amazing . . . ” His voice drifted off as he deepened our kiss. We stayed like that for a long time, him lazily kissing me and not letting go. I could have spent eternity like that.

Eventually, he broke away from my lips and pushed himself up off the bed and left the room. When he returned a moment later, he’d disposed of the condom. Standing at the side of the bed, he let his gaze drift over my body. “Don’t ever change,” he murmured.

I frowned my confusion. “What?”

As he bent to retrieve the bottle of scotch and glass he’d placed on the floor next to the bed, he said, “You’re perfect just the way you are. Inside and out. Don’t change that for anyone.”

His words went straight to my heart and I felt breathless as I soaked them in.

He sat on the edge of the bed and poured himself a drink before placing the bottle back on the floor. Turning his upper body to look at me, he held the glass out to me. “Do you want some?”

I took the glass and downed half its contents. It burnt going down, but I wanted that.