Taming the Storm (The Storm 3)

“I could clear that in a month,” I murmur over her skin.

“That’s quite a challenge.”

“Easy street for me.”

“Tom, you do realize that I’ve been coming all by myself during the last ten months, right?”

Dropping my head to her chest, I groan. “Jesus, I wish I’d been there to see that—or at the very least, helped.” I lift my head. “Please tell me you were imagining me when you were getting yourself off?”

She lifts a sexy eyebrow and nips her lip with her teeth. “Maybe…once or twice.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, dropping my head back to her chest.

The sound and feel of her laughter brings a smile to my lips.

My head comes back up on a thought. “In the world of orgasms, you do know that self-helps don’t count, right?”

She shakes her head, her eyes glinting. “I did not know that.”

She bites that damn lip again, making me want to bite it and more. I take hold of her lip between my thumb and finger, tugging it free. Her eyes darken.

“Six hundred orgasms, Firecracker. Just think of it…”

There’s this moment between us. Something happens, something I’ve never felt before. I’m not quite sure what it is.

She lets out a laugh. “All nice in theory, but we both know this is only going to happen once. It’s a shame because I would totally be up for six hundred orgasms.”

Her words stick in my throat.

Once.

I can’t just fuck her and walk away. Aside from breaking my promise to the big man upstairs, the thought of once with her doesn’t sound like nearly enough.

I need to keep her…for a while at least.

Leaving all thoughts and talk behind, I crawl my way down her body. Pushing her thighs apart, I settle between them and lift one leg, hooking it over my shoulder. Lowering my mouth to her pussy, I lift my eyes and find her staring at me.

“Stay exactly like this. I want you to watch the whole time I’m licking you until you come around my mouth. You close your eyes, and you don’t get to come. Understand?”

Her tongue slides over her lower lip, and she nods her head.

I love how pliant she is under my hands. Seems sex is what makes Lyla agreeable.

“Good girl.”

Pressing my nose and mouth up against her pussy, I inhale. God, she smells so fucking good.

In this moment, I wish that I’d kept that tongue ring I used to have. I got rid of it because it was driving me nuts, but I know the feel of it would have driven her wild.

Guess I’ll just have to work some extra magic with my tongue alone.

Tilting my head back slightly, I let my tongue out, and I lick up her pussy until I reach her clit.

Her hips jerk, and she cries out loudly the instant I make contact with her clit.

I love her reaction. And it spurs me on more.

I repeat the motion a few more times until she’s writhing, pushing against my mouth.

Then, I just lose it. I lose myself in her.

Licking and sucking hard, I plunge my tongue inside her pussy, getting off on the feel of her hands pulling at my hair. I’m literally dry-humping the mattress in time with the movement of her hips as she rocks against my mouth.

Her voice breathy, she curses and cries out my name.

She’s vocal, and it’s seriously hot.

Her eyes have stayed on me the whole time, just like I told her…right up until that tight hold of hers snaps. Then, she’s exploding in my mouth…screaming out my name.

The absolute satisfaction I feel at her reaction to me is like nothing I’ve felt before.

I feel heady.

Full of her yet not full enough.

I feel like a fucking king.

Off that bed, I grab my jeans from the floor, getting a condom from my wallet.

She watches me put it on, her eyes greedy on my cock, so I make sure to let her enjoy the show.

When I’m sheathed, I’m back between her legs and ready to hit that home run.

“I need you inside me,” she whispers, breathless.

I take both her hands and move them up over her head, pinning them to the bed.

I lower my mouth to hers, lips just touching. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’re not gonna know where you start and I end.”

Then, I lick a path along her lips while teasing my cock at her slick entrance. “Ask me to fuck you.”

Her eyes meet mine. “Fuck me, Tom.”

“Say please.”

“Please, Tom!” she cries out. “Just fuck me! Now!”

In one swift move, I slam inside her. I’m pretty sure I lose consciousness for a few seconds. It’s been way too long since I’ve been inside a woman, and Lyla feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Tight. So tight and hot and perfect.

My ears are ringing, my blood pumping and my heart pounding. I’m about to burst out of my skin.

And I’m so close to coming that it’s not even funny.

I slide a hand down her thigh. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She puts her legs around me, no questions asked.

I love how controllable she is in bed. Maybe I’ll just keep her locked up in here all the time.

Now, there’s a thought.

“Tom…please,” she moans.

I move out of her slowly and then slam straight back in.

“Oh God.” Her eyes close, and she arches her back, pushing her tits into my chest.

I lower my head and suck her nipple into my mouth, hard.