Page 17 of Hurricane
The praise makes my heart flutter. I’m affecting him as much as he’s affecting me. I’m not sure how our relationship has changed so quickly and intensely, but I’m not unhappy about the difference.
One hand sneaks around to my clit, and I can’t help but cry out as his thumb works its magic. My body jerks as pleasure shoots through me. I feel like I’m going to explode already because I’ve waited for this—forhim—so long.
“You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and you’ll always be mine.”
He fucks me hard—with his words and his cock and his fingers. So brutally, I lose my grip and flail against the hood while he pounds into me.
With his hand cupped around my pussy and his dick buried to the point of pain, all I can feel is him.
All I can smell is his rich spicy cologne.
All I can hear is his voice in my ear.
“You are my wife, and you will take this dick whenever and wherever I say.”
I will. I know it. But I can’t make it easy for him. “That’s what you think.”
My taunting only spurs him harder, and the sound of him hammering us into his vehicle thumps in the quiet air.
“That smart mouth is going to take my cock next. You’ll swallow me down and drink my come just like last time.”
The promise is too much, and I fall apart while he pumps harder and harder.
Roaring out a string of expletives, he comes so hard I feel his release run down my thighs. It’s disgusting, and I don’t care.
He doesn’t seem too either. He grabs my ponytail, wrapping the strands around his fist, and yanks my head to the side. My temple smashes against the metal as he kisses me hard.
The intensity steals my air, and when he finally releases me, I gasp for oxygen in the otherwise silent forest.
“You take my breath away too, cookie.”
I melt completely when I feel soft pecks peppered down the back of my neck. Loving when he’s gentle with me too, I can’t hold back my little moan of appreciation.
“I cannot wait to see you on your knees with my dick between your lips.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
Husky, wonderful laughter engulfs the forest, and I swear the birds squawk in shock from the interruption of the peace.
“Oh, it will be, June bug. It will be.”
After a few more tender kisses on my hot skin, I’m lowered gently to the ground. Once my sneakers touch the asphalt, he drags my thong and running tights up my wobbly legs.
“You did so good. Now let me take you home and clean you up.”
I’m off my feet again, curled into his chest. Too exhausted to debate, I allow him to situate me in the passenger seat, buckle my seatbelt, and lock me inside until he’s next to me again.
Once we’re on the road, he interlaces our fingers but doesn’t do anything else to instigate an argument or try to aggravate me.
“This is so much better than last time. I fucked up but I won’t make that mistake again.”
Mixed emotions barrel through me from his apology—well his version of one anyway. I hate being reminded of how foolish I felt but love the rush from him wanting things to be better between us.
It’s my turn to confess as well. “I fucked up too.”
His head whips in my direction. “What are you talking about?”
“I could have handled all of this better. I was so angry because I didn’t want to have my life planned out for me. Iwanted to get a job, maybe abroad, then pick my own husband and have kids.”
