Taming the Storm (The Storm 3)

“I want you,” she whispers, breathless, as her wide eyes blink up at me.

She’s finally mine.

The knowledge makes me want to beat my chest and thank the gods.

“You have me,” I say. “You’ve had me for a long time.”

I shift up onto my knees. Sitting over her, I reach for her dress. She sits up, allowing me to remove it. I have to tug a bit around her tits as the dress seems to be stuck, and as I do, I hear this weird ripping sound.

Shit, did I tear her dress?

Whatever. If I have to, I’ll buy her a new one. I’ll buy her a million dresses if it means I finally get to be inside her.

I drop her dress to the floor, and when I look back, I see—well, not what I was expecting to see.

Lyla’s looking down at her tits as she picks something off of them.

My head tilts to the side. “Um…what the fuck are you doing?”

Her eyes lift to mine, and a blush rises in her cheeks. “Tit tape.” She scrunches her nose as she holds up a piece of sticky tape between her thumb and index finger.

She looks so fucking adorable right now.

“Had to keep my girls in place somehow.” She shrugs, letting out a sweet-sounding laugh.

I chuckle, shaking my head, watching her, as she peels off another piece of tit tape. I hope to hell it’s the last piece because I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands to myself.

She balls up the pieces of tape and flicks it onto the floor.

“Done.” She gives me a sexy smile as she pushes her chest out to me. “They’re all yours.”

I laugh again. Then, I look down at her tits, and all laughter fades from my mouth.

Perfection. Absolute perfection. Just like I thought they would be. Big. Real. Perky. With taut pink nipples waiting for me to pay them the attention they deserve.

I reach out and cup her tits in my hands.

They feel as good as they look. Perfect fit for my hands, like they were made just for me. Heavy and so very real. After way too long of handling fake tits that seem to be the norm in LA, I cannot wait to wrap my mouth around those beauties of hers.

I lick my lips at the thought.

She arches into my touch. “Like what you see?”

I lift my eyes to find hers looking all lusty and sexy as hell.

She is perfection.

Grinning, I say, “Without a doubt.” I lick my lips again, feeling suddenly parched. “You seriously have the best tits I have ever seen in my life. A-fuckin’-mazing. I could stare at them all day and not get bored once.”

She lets out a throaty laugh, causing them to jiggle in my hands.

She rests back onto her elbows and lifts her chin. “Get naked. Now.” Her eyes are watching me with determination.

I don’t usually take well to commands from women. The bedroom is my domain. Sex always runs at my pace. But I don’t want to do anything that might ruin this or set off her crazy mouth, so I’ll keep quiet this time. I have her where I’ve wanted her for a long time, and she’s currently pliable, so I’ll indulge her and do as she asks.

Still, I am a little reluctant to let go of these beauties now that I finally have them in my hands.

Giving them one last squeeze, I smirk. “With pleasure, darlin’.”

I tug my shirt off, letting it join her dress on the floor. When I see the look in her eyes as she stares at me, I get a feeling I’ve never had before.

She’s not looking at me the same way other women do when they know they’re about to be fucked by me.

When a woman has sex with me, she’s having sex with my band, my name, giving herself notoriety. She can say she was fucked by Tom Carter from TMS.

Not that I don’t use women in equal measure.

But Lyla’s not looking at me like that.

The only thing in her eyes is…me.

She’s looking at me like I matter—to her. Like this is real.

Then, she meets my eyes, and something happens. I’m not sure what exactly, but whatever it is, it tightens its hands around my chest, making my lungs burn and my heart pound like a bitch.

Then, she smiles, and her eyes move down my chest, heading south. I almost exhale in relief.

I watch as her gaze hits my cock, which is straining against my jeans, desperate to get out and into her.

Her eyes widen.

I grin.

This I can work with.

Grabbing my cock, I draw the denim even tighter against him, giving her some idea of the size that is about to impale her.

There’s a nervous flicker in her eyes. She bites her lip. Then, she lifts her gaze to mine. I have to stifle a laugh as I watch her force determination into her stare.

“Naked,” she reiterates.

Once again indulging her, I get to my feet.

Standing on the bed, a foot on either side of her hips, I unbutton my jeans and shove them down past my hips, letting my cock spring free.

In surprise, her mouth forms a perfect O, showing me her blow-job mouth, which I’ll be putting to use real soon.

She’s either shocked by the fact that I’ve been commando all night, or she’s amazed by the actual size of my cock.

I’m not what you would call…small.

“Like what you see?” I smirk.

Wide eyes stare back at me. I watch her blink herself back to reality, and I hold back the laughter I feel.

Lifting her eyebrow, she drags her tongue along her lower lip. “Yeah, I like what I see—a lot.”

Jesus. That almost brings me to my knees.

My dick pulses, throbbing against my stomach.