Page 5 of Surge of Storms

Her hands drift down to my pants, and she undoes the button and zipper. My heart races, and I don’t know if I should stop her. If Iwantto stop her.Who am I kidding? Of course I don’t want to stop her.

She pushes me back on the pine needles, and I lay back, completely at her mercy. Our eyes lock, and there’s this moment where I canfeeleverything changing between us. For the first time, she’s looking at me like I’m a man, and not just like her goofy friend.

It’s almost more than I can handle.

She tugs off my khakis and whitey tighties, letting my erection spring free. I comb my hands through my hair, embarrassed, not sure what to say or do. It’s too late to stop her.Maybe I should’ve stopped her.

“Oh, Granger,” she moans.

I don’t even look at her. I can feel her staring at my erection. Not touching me. Just staring.

This was a mistake.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, heart hammering in my ears.

“Wrong,” she says, all confused. “Are you kidding me? You’re huge!”

I glance down at myself. The truth is, I haven’t seen a lot of men naked. I don’t know if she’s being serious, or she’s just saying the kinds of things women say in pornos to get a guy going.

“Am I?”

She gives me a little smile that makes my dick jerk, and then she leans down and takes me into her mouth. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my blood rushes so fast south that for half a second I thought I already came, but then she starts bobbing up and down on my erection, and I’m curling my hands into fists to stop myself from exploding in her mouth.

I have to last. I have to make this good for her.

She grabs my balls and then takes me so deep into the back of her throat that I hear her choking. My eyes roll into the back of my head. All sound disappears, and then I’m coming into her warm, wet mouth. It feels… so good, so impossibly good that I actually think I might be having a heart attack as she continues to suck me.

It’s not until I collapse back that the shame hits me. I went too fast. I wasn’t even inside of her.What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Sorry,” I murmur, feeling tears sting my eyes.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth “Sorry? Granger, that was hot. That was exactly what I wanted you to do.”

“Really?” I’m not convinced.

Instead of answering, she stands and strips down in front of me before gingerly getting on her knees and pulling my pants and underwear completely off, then throwing them to the side. I try not to be a complete pervert, but it’s hard not to watch her every move. Sam has the best body I’ve ever seen in my life. Models, actresses, they don’t have anything on Sam. Her curves are extraordinary. Her breasts are big and perky. Her pussy is smooth and tempting.

“You’re staring,” she says.

My gaze jerks up. “Sorry.”

But instead of seeming upset, she asks, “What do you… think of me?”

I answer honestly. “You’re perfect.”

“Really?” Which is the first time I realize she might be a little nervous too.

“Really,” I reassure her easily.

She leans over me and kisses me hard, stealing my breath, making me forget anything but her. When she pulls back, she strokes my face, smiling, and it’s like we’re seeing each other for the first time. Sam and I. Best friends. And something more.

After a moment, she eyes my hard dick. “You’re already ready to go again?” Then she climbs back on top of me.

“Sorry,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat. Staring at her must have got me going again.

Her face softens as she gazes at me. “Nothing to be sorry about. You’re seriously perfect, Granger. You have no idea.”

“Perfect?” I almost laugh, but it’s impossible to laugh with a beautiful naked woman straddling me.

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