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“I’m a big boy. You can see that, can’t you?”
I giggled.
“Mind out of gutter Tasmanian Devil.”
“You walked into that, though.” I managed.
He stroked my cheeks before placing a tender kiss on my lips.
“As Tex told me, you’re a part of this family.” Storm told me. “You’re stuck with me.”
“I don’t mind.” I admitted. “I don’t mind at all.”
“Come here.”
Storm climbed to his knees, turned my body and lowered me backward to the pillows.
“Let me take your mind off things for a bit.” He continued, peeling my clothes off. “You deserve my body right now, P.”
I smacked his arm. “Stop that.”
He crinkled his nose at me, knowing precisely what I meant.
“I think I’ve been a bad boy, Taz.” His voice was smoky, close to my face. “You should punish me.”
My cheeks flushed even as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to accept his kiss. He was hard against me, pressing intimately though his clothes and between my thighs.
Rolling us over, I sat back and sighed.
“I want you to strip for me.” I told him, bravely.
Storm watched me for a second before climbing off the bed to stand in front of me. Slowly, he removed his clothes, baring his tanned, muscular frame for me. Every part of him was amazing and perfect and all I could do was slip to my knees in front of him.
“Jo?” His voice cracked.
“Mm?”
I fondled his balls, massaging them in a tight fist.
“What are you doing?”
“You don’t know what it’s like to have a woman go down on you?” I countered.
I licked the head, tasting him hot and tangy on my tongue.
“Of course, I do. But you don’t have to do this.” Storm implored me. “Most women don’t enjoy these things and I don’t want you to—”
I took his full length slowly down my throat while watching his face.
His eyes rolled back, and his lips parted.
I held him there for a spell then slowly pulled back.
Storm gripped my shoulders to steady himself, gasping for air.
“Do you still want me to stop?” I questioned, cheekily.
“Never.”