Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
His hands ran over my skin, then moved up my back and then around and under my camisole until both my breasts filled them. He squeezed as he pressed against me. The hard length of his erection through the denim of his jeans made me whimper. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then pinched them until I was gasping. Too much.
“Does that hurt?” he asked, close to my ear.
I nodded, unable to use words.
“Good,” he growled. “Bad girls need to be punished. Even if you’ve got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.” He ran the tip of his nose over my shoulder. “And smell like a wet dream,” he added.
Oh God. Why was this hot? I pressed my legs together, needing to get some relief.
“Open your legs!” he barked, reaching down and grabbing my right thigh, jerking my leg out until I was completely exposed.
A hard slap landed over my sensitive clit, and I let out a strangled sound as my fingers curled into a fist.
“Your thighs are wet,” he said, running a hand over one, then the other. He let go of the breast he had been squeezing, then slid his hand over my stomach. With his open palm, he pressed me back against him. “Being punished makes you wet.”
Until this moment, I hadn’t known that myself.
I closed my eyes, and a whimper came out.
Storm moved behind me, and I looked back over my shoulder to see him lower his head to my bottom before his teeth sank into the bruised flesh.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out as his tongue lapped at the spot he’d just sunk his teeth in. Lifting his gaze, he gave me a sadistic grin before doing it again in another spot. I sucked in a breath and stood there, unable to stop watching him as he began to soothe that bite with his tongue.
“Bad girls don’t deserve to have their pussy eaten, but I’m gonna make an exception,” he told me as he lowered himself to his knees. “Smells too good, and I want it on my face.”
His hands grabbed on to my hips, and he buried his face between my legs. Throwing my head back, I let out a loud moan of pleasure just as my knees buckled. His talented tongue began to fuck me and lap at me as if I were his last meal. My climax was building, and I didn’t know if I was going to be able to stand up for it. The power I felt behind it, pushing me higher, was as terrifying as it was exciting.
“Fucking sweet pussy,” Storm growled as he moved a hand from my hip to my butt cheek and squeezed.
I was going to collapse. “Storm,” I gasped. “I’m gonna … I can’t keep standing. My legs.”
His fingers dug into my flesh just before his mouth left me. That was not what I wanted him to do. That magical mouth was gone.
“Ride my face,” he ordered.
I turned to see him lying down on the tiled floor on his back. When my eyes met his, I felt a tremor run through me at the sight of his face wet with … me.
I moved, not waiting for him to change his mind. Walking over to where he was lying, I placed a foot on each side of his head. He ran his hands up my calves as I lowered myself over him. When I was on my knees, he took control, grabbing my waist and pulling me down until his tongue was shoved inside of me, followed by a finger.
The moment he flicked my clit with his tongue, I lost any control I had managed to gather. Rocking my hips, I rode his mouth and fingers while the intensity began to build inside me again. Storm’s other hand slid down until I felt a finger press against my back entrance, and I tensed.
A deep chuckle vibrated against me. “Easy, baby. I’m just playing.”
The darkness in his voice had me panting again and taking my pleasure from him. He never pushed his fingertip inside the small, puckered, untouched-until-now hole, but the way he gently massaged it somehow made me wilder. More desperate. His name fell from my lips over and over again as a powerful orgasm slammed into me.
“Fuck yeah.” Storm’s deep voice made me shiver as I jerked over him. His tongue still tasting me.
Feeling weak, I slowed as the reality of what I’d done sank in.
One more swipe of his tongue, and then Storm slapped me on my right butt cheek. I managed to lift myself off him without crumpling to the floor. Standing, I moved over to the bench and sank down onto it. My panties and pajama bottoms lay on the cold tiles as if they were mocking me. Reminding me how stupid I was when it came to Storm.