Havoc (Storm MC 7)

She panted with desire as she followed my instruction. Her grip was firm, and she moved it up and down my hard length with a confidence I liked in a woman. Carla knew what the fuck she was doing and that pleased me no fucking end. I closed my eyes as I breathed through the urge to bend her over and just take her rather than restraining myself and drawing every last drop of pleasure from this. My mind wanted one thing while my body craved another, and as the desire ran through my spine and out along every nerve ending, I forced one heavy breath out after the other.

Pure, raw instinct clouded my thinking.

I need to be inside her.

When she picked up speed, I barked, “Stop.” My eyes opened and I trained them on her. She’d immediately followed my order and let me go. Her gaze held mine and shallow breaths left her parted lips in rapid succession as she waited patiently for my next command.

Fuck.

She’d taken in what I’d told her about submitting to me, and that knowledge shot more need through me. I didn’t know her, but what I’d seen of her at the bar told me she had a mind of her own and wasn’t afraid of using it, so I’d half expected her to fight me for control. I fucking loved that she wasn’t. I had no doubt that being with her was going to bring me the motherfucking orgasm of all orgasms.

“Lie on the bed and spread your legs. I want to taste you, want to run my tongue from one end of your pussy to the other and make you scream for my dick,” I ordered, and watched as she obeyed. When she’d settled on the bed and opened her legs for me, I positioned myself between them. With bent legs, she planted her feet on the bed. I moved my hands to her knees and pushed them wider apart. My gaze zeroed in on her bare pussy, and I dipped my head for my first taste.

I had only planned to lick her, but a force I was unable to control took over.

I need more

Carla moaned as my tongue entered her, and her ass lifted off the bed as she tried to push herself into my mouth. My hands slid under her and I greedily pulled her even closer, swirling my tongue and sucking her.

“Havoc… more… fuck, I need your cock…” Her words were disjointed as she lost herself in the pleasure.

I ignored her and continued to work her over with my tongue. She was so fucking wet, and it took all my restraint not to give her what she’d begged for. My dick wanted what she wanted. It wanted nothing more than to slide into her wetness and fuck her hard, but I was a master of denial and control; I could go all night without succumbing to my need.

As I brought her closer to orgasm, her hands fisted in my hair and she gripped me hard. I growled my approval and used my teeth lightly on her clit, which only caused her to writhe even more in pleasure. The fact she got off on me biting her was another turn on; this woman was ticking all my fucking boxes.

I moved my mouth away from her pussy, and licked and bit my way up her body until I hit her breasts. Making eye contact with her, I asked, “How much do you like my teeth on you?”

She graced me with a sexy smile, and lightly trailed her fingers over my shoulder. “I love your teeth on me,” she murmured.

I didn’t wait for further encouragement. I lowered my face to her tits and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking and lightly biting as I went. Letting it go, I wrapped my lips around her other nipple and treated it to my teeth as well. She moaned her approval and fuck if that didn’t cause my dick to harden even more.

Her hands had moved from my hair to my shoulders and then to my back, but I needed control over them. I grabbed hold of them, and pushed her arms above her head while I continued to suck and bite her breasts and then her neck.

“Havoc, I need my hands. I want to touch you,” she insisted, struggling against my hold over her.

I lifted my head so I could look at her. “You’ll have your hands when I say. Not before,” I asserted.

“But don’t you want me—” she started before I cut her off.

“What I want is for you to do as you’re told,” I growled, my eyes not leaving hers. She sucked in a breath, but didn’t say anything. Her silence was my answer, and I nodded once. “Good girl.” I ground myself against her as I moved further up her body and caught her mouth in a kiss. When I pulled away, I pushed her hands against the headboard and let go so I could take hold of her jaw with one hand and her neck with the other as I moved to straddle her. “I want my balls in this mouth,” I said, letting my thumb graze her lips while I kept a firm hold on her jaw. “You ever had a guy sit on your face, darlin’?”

Shaking her head, she said, “No, but when I said I’m yours to do what you want with, I meant it.”

My balls tightened at the fucking thought. Hell, Carla was fast becoming my perfect fuck. I shifted to kneel over her, and stroked my dick while I positioned my balls over her mouth. Her mouth instantly opened and took hold of them, and I shut my eyes while I savoured the feel of her wet warmth. She knew what she was doing, and worked me like a fucking expert until I reached the point where I had to rein it in if I didn’t want to blow over her face. I reluctantly stopped her and moved away from her mouth, shifting back on the bed.

Our eyes met and she licked her lips. Smiling at me, she said, “As much as I love this whole control thing you’ve got going on, I really want to use my hands. Your cock would feel good in my hands.”

“Baby, my cock is gonna feel good in your pussy. Forget your fuckin’ hands.” My usual preference was to fuck women in silence—get in, get out and move on—and to have full control of it. Carla’s preference to talk and be involved was testing me; however, it was also arousing as fuck. I trailed my fingers over her breasts and circled her nipples before reaching for her neck and roughly pulling her to a sitting position. It was time to fuck her.

Leaning in to kiss her, I took in the expression on her face; she was so fucking ready for me. The knowledge hit me in the gut. My desire to have her warred with my love of drawing this shit out. A part of me wanted to make this last all night long, but I knew there was no way I could wait. “Gonna fuck you now, darlin’, and it’s gonna be rough. I hope you’re up for that,” I said, my eyes searching hers. Even though I demanded control, I never took what wasn’t offered.

She pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me hard, giving me what I needed. “I’m up for that. I want your cock and I want it rough

.”

My movements were fast. I slid off the bed, taking her with me. Standing at the edge of the mattress, I positioned her so she lay on the bed in front of me, her legs raised to my chest. I wanted to watch my cock pump into her, wanted to see her pussy take it. Gripping her ankles, I bent her legs at her knees. My gaze was firmly on her entrance; she was swollen, wet and ready, and I was having trouble concentrating. My usual level of control of the situation had slipped as I chased my release.

I thrust in hard and grunted loudly at how fucking good it felt. Carla took me all the way and her pussy contracted around my cock. She wasn’t far off an orgasm, and fuck, neither was I. Keeping hold of her ankles, I withdrew and thrust hard again. Her eyes rolled closed and she lost herself to it while I pounded into her. I shifted my gaze back to watch my cock slamming in and out of her. My balls tightened, and my breathing picked up as the familiar sensation rushed through me.