“Not quite yet,” I tell her and my fingers grab the silky material of her panties.
“No?” she asks.
I stretch the fabric tight until it gives. I rip it in two places and then pull it away from her body. I groan because once she settles back against me, my cock slides between the lips of her wet pussy, welcoming it against her heated center. I need inside her, but this teasing is almost too good to stop.
“That’s better. Much better. I’d say we’re almost ready to see if you have the third symptom now,” I groan as her fingers grab one of my nipples and pulls. I bring my hands up her stomach to palm her breasts, squeezing them, kneading gently. Her hips move back and forth, as she begins to grind against the ridge of my cock, coating me in her sweet cream.
“I thought clothes were supposed to fall off… not be ripped off.” She moans the words as her nails dig into my skin and she grinds harder on me. If I don’t take control soon, she’s going to come and I don’t want that, not like this. When she comes, it’s going to be with my cock buried deep inside of her so I can feel every fucking delicious second of it.
“I’m definitely farther advanced than you, baby. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
“What’s the last symptom?” she whimpers, her head falling back, her hips moving faster and harder.
I grab Torrent, stopping her from moving and causing her to let out a soft, long wail of need and disappointment that makes my cock jerk against her.
I lose sight of our game, hunger and need fueling through me with the force of a rocket.
“On your knees, Torrent. Get up on your damn knees,” I order her. She groans, but does as I ask.
Fuck, she’s as eager as I am.
I circle my hand around the base of my dick. I’m drenched in the juices of Torrent’s pussy. Christ, it’s going to feel like fucking paradise to be inside of her. I help guide her down on my cock, my eyes closing as the head squeezes into her tight entrance.
“Oh, damn. You feel so good, Logan,” she whispers, sliding further down on me. She takes me slowly. I can feel inch by inch as her greedy little cunt swallows my cock. The inside walls of her pussy quiver around my shaft and once she takes me completely, she sits there, not moving.
It’s a delicious torture.
“You okay, Angel?”
Torrent opens her eyes, and even in the darkness there’s light coming from the hall and I see her face clearly. This is one of those times a man will never forget. If I live to be a hundred, or live a million other lives, this will be a memory I carry with me every second possible.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Logan. I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispers. “I love you.”
I wasn’t expecting the words. They shake me to my core. They are the spark thrown on a keg of gun powder. There’s no holding back now. I lean up to take her mouth. Before I do, I growl against them.
“Ride me, Torrent. Ride me.”
I take her mouth roughly then, grinding her breasts against my chest as hard—if not harder—than she’s grinding that pussy. She’s taking us both to heaven and it’s never been better in my life. This right here is why I put up with all the bullshit. This is why I kept coming back.
Torrent.
She’s the reason. She’s my world.
This woman is everything.
That’s my last sane thought as I reach down and massage her clit, making her go off like the Fourth of July and emptying myself deep inside of her.
She’s everything.TorrentTwo days of pure bliss. That’s exactly what I’ve had with Devil. He’s not left. I love that I go to sleep with him and I wake up with him. I know the peaceful happy times are coming to an end shortly. They can’t help but stop, because Wolf is coming back tomorrow. Devil is pushing for me to tell him. He hates hiding. He’s ready to be done with it all. He also wants me to come back with him. That makes me nervous, but there’s really not much here for me now. The clubhouse and my father’s buddies are not my family. With the exception of Wolf, it’s not like I’ve been close to any of them. I blame them for my father’s death. If they had been quicker, if they had stopped him from trying to do it all himself, my father might still be alive. Someone inside, someone they chose to be part of their group, betrayed my father. What if Crash had an accomplice? What if there are more traitors? I have so many questions and I really don’t have answers. Most of all…