Taming the Storm

I look down at her pussy. “Lose the panties, Firecracker. Now.”

She practically jumps to attention at the command in my voice. I like that she does. It’ll work well for future fuckings. Moving her legs from between mine, she pulls off those sexy boots. I enjoy the sound of them hitting the floor.

My eyes are fixed on her hands, watching rapt, as she slides her panties off.

Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

She’s blonde there, too. Trimmed to exquisiteness. A sexy landing strip.

A cat flap just awaiting my entrance.

Thank you, God.

I let my eyes roam.

My cock hardens further at the unadulterated sight of her.

Long blonde hair spilling across slender shoulders. Stunning eyes. Soft, creamy skin. Perfect tits.

Then, a wave of anger hits me. She’s wanted me all this time, but she has been denying me, keeping her amazing body from me.

“Don’t ever say no to me again.”

She tilts her head to the side, an unsure smile on her lips. “Okay…”

I choose to ignore the lack of surety in her voice.

Mirroring her, I cock my head to the side. “You really should be naked all the time, you know.”

She throws her head back and laughs. The sound makes my cock ache.

“You’re seriously fucking hot, Firecracker.”

She crooks a finger at me. I get down to my knees and crawl up her body. Unable to stay away a second longer, I crush my mouth to hers.

She moans a sound of absolute pleasure. I feel it under my skin, like a drug slipping into my veins.

Her lips part on a soft moan. I slide my tongue inside her mouth. Holding her head in my hands, I take control of the kiss, deepening it. I’m taking my time, enjoying the feel of her sexy tongue slide against mine.

Then, she wraps her hand around my cock. He jerks at her touch. And so does my control before it snaps.

Our mouths are going at it, hard and fast.

Shit, if I keep this up, it’ll be over before it begins.

Leaving her mouth, I kiss across her jaw to her neck, and I slide down her body until I reach those gorgeous tits of hers.

Tongue on her nipple, I lave it, licking and sucking, getting off on the sweet taste of her.

Lyla arches up, pushing into my mouth, offering herself to me.

Wanting to play a little, I move away.

“Tom, please…” she moans, her hands grabbing my hair as she tries to guide me to where she wants.

I love how much she wants it…wants me.

I blow lightly over her wet nipple, and then I take one of her perfect tits into my mouth. I lick and suck and bite until her nipple is distended, and she’s writhing wild under me.

Her pussy is wet and rubbing against my thigh, reaching for what I’m going to give her three times over before the night is over.

I lift my body slightly and slip my hand between her legs.

She jerks at my touch.

“Jesus, Ly,” I groan. “You’re soaked.”

I knew she was wet, but this is beyond hot. She’s practically dripping down her thighs for me.

I slide my finger through her folds and find nirvana when I push into her pussy. “Fuck,” I hiss, feeling her insanely tight pussy clamping down on my finger.

She hasn’t been fucked in a while. I’ve been inside enough women to know.

No wonder she’s so cranky all the time. She’s one hot ball of frustration.

I plan on relieving that tension very soon. She’ll have a smile like the Joker by the time I’m finished with her.

I lean up and gently kiss her lips. “How long has it been since you were last fucked?” I murmur as I continue to glide my finger in and out of her.

Her body stiffens. I know she’s about to pull away.

I capture her gaze. “Don’t run. It’s just a question. No hidden agenda. I just want to know how many orgasms you’re owed…because I’m ready to pay up.”

Quick thinking there, Carter.

She blinks back at me, eyes wide and unsure.

“How long, baby?” I run my tongue over her bottom lip before nipping it with my teeth.

Her body softens in my hands.

She exhales a light breath. “It’s not a really long time…ten months. I haven’t been with anyone since…”

Since that motherfucker broke her heart.

And seriously, ten months is a fucking long time to go without sex. I’m going without, and it’s killing me. But that’s mostly because of her.

I press another kiss to her lips while doing quick math in my head. “You’re owed six hundred orgasms,” I murmur into her mouth.

Pulling back, she stares at me like I’m crazy. “How do you figure that?”

“Ten months dry, averaging each month at thirty days. That’s two a day—”

“Two?”

“Bare minimum when you’re with me, baby.” I wink.

She laughs, and her tits jiggle, drawing my attention back to them. Moving down, I cup them with my hands, and I press a kiss between them.

“So, that’s thirty times two. Sixty orgasms times ten months equals six hundred.”

“You can count quickly.”

“I’m not just a stunningly handsome face.”

She slides her fingers into my hair. “I’m starting to realize that.”

Feeling pressure on my chest again, I ignore it and begin licking a path between her tits.

“Six hundred,” she purrs. “That’s a lot of orgasms.”