Page 156 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part One

“I’ve already told you all there is to know about me and her,” I say, placing slow, sucking kisses up her thigh.

“Yeah, like you fucked before,” she whispers.

Again, I won’t lie to her. “Sure, but do you think what happened with me and her is anywhere on the level of what we have?”

One kiss on the thickest part of her inner thigh.

Another right where the skin gets a shade darker, right before the crease separating her leg from the heaven between them.

“I don’t know, Storm. Aren’t we just fucking too?”

I pause at that, looking up at her from my space wedged between her thighs. Her breaths break in and out of her lungs as if she’s climbed a mountain, and her nipples are hard like onyx stone beneath the thin T-shirt.

“You think this is just fucking?”

Her mouth drops open, and a choked sound comes out.

Oh, I’m gonna make her make that sound again with my dick shoved down her throat.

I pull her body close to the edge of the bed, throwing her legs over my shoulders. She flops back on the mattress, and I bark, “Sit up and look at me while I eat my pussy.”

She whimpers, but she obeys, resting on her elbows as I give her a long, firm lick between her lips.

Her honey lands on my tongue and fuck if I don’t want to drink it down.

“Storm,” she moans, her hands clenching at the comforter beneath her.

I suck on her clit, pushing one, then another, finger into her pussy. Her greedy muscles suck at the digits, and I’m pretty sure my dick is leaking against the fabric of my boxers.

“That’s so good,” she whispers, whimpers, and when her thighs start to shake, I know she’s close. I pick up the pressure, putting my whole fucking face into her cunt.

“Storm!” She shouts my name as she comes, and I keep licking at her as she comes down.

“Okay. Okay,” she says, panting. “Thank you for the orgasm, Storm.” She looks ready to bolt again, and that’s not gonna happen.

Not until we get some more shit straight.

“Nuh-huh,” I grind out, licking my lips to savor her pussy juices. “We’re just getting started, baby.”

Her eyes widen like a startled deer.

I fucking love her expressions.

“O-okay, if you wanna fuck now, that’s cool,” she says, amping up that red-hot part of my brain that goes haywire whenever I’m around her. It’s part aggression, part obsession.

Part possession.

“See? That,” I say, running my thumb around and around in circles over her nub. “You think this is just fucking?”

She sucks in a breath when I get the right angle to reactivate her slide back toward climax. I climb up her body, leaning over her with my lips close to hers.

“Here’s what fucking looks like, baby,” I say, and I slam into her after pushing my sweats down far enough to free my dick and balls.

I surge into her so hard that I knock against the bottom of her, which has her yelping at the intrusion.

I pull back, ready to ram into her again, but force myself not to go as deep the next time.

I want her to feel me tomorrow, not hurt her.

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