Page 113 of Braving the Storm

“Stick out your tongue.” It takes everything in me to not just throw her to the ground and shove my cock inside.

I’m so close, my deep groan fills the air as she dutifully does exactly as I say, and I fist my dick. Aiming the head at her chin, on the next firm stroke, that’s when my balls draw up, and with a deafening rush of blood in my ears, I come so fucking hard. My cum shoots forward, surging across her presented tongue, her lips, perfect little chin, and drips forward onto her chest as my cock throbs and spills.

“Fffuck.”

Every panting breath, each thump of my heart inside my chest, it’s hers.

Dragging Briar up to standing, I hold her steady in one arm,then swipe my fingers through the evidence of me painted across her skin. Then shove my hand below her dress, seeking out the slick center of her.

“How about you let me keep you forever.” I press two fingers inside, because just as I thought, Briar is bare beneath that flimsy fabric. “How about I leave that cuff on your wrist permanently, so I can bend you over and see just how wet you are for this all day long.”

My girl’s eyes glaze over as she swipes her tongue out to taste where I’ve painted her flushed skin.

“You’d let me, wouldn't you? I know how much you love having me inside your sweet little body. It doesn’t even matter where for you, does it? You’d beg me to fill all your holes at the same time if I could.” Curling my fingers, I plunge in and out, fucking my cum into her and pressing my thumb hard against her clit.

Briar gulps and shakes as her climax starts to build. She’s panting, begging.

I don’t even know what I’m saying. It’s filthy. Desperate.

Just like I am for her.

“Take whatever. Please.Please.”

“Maybe I will. Maybe I’ll shove a toy in your ass, and stuff your mouth with my fingers, while I bury my dick so far in your pussy you’ll be ruined for life. You’d be marked so fucking deep when I fill you with cum that you’ll never want to leave.”

She squeezes my fingers so damn tight. Convulsing around me as she falls apart.

“That’s it. My pretty little cum slut,” I murmur as she sags against me, a whimpering mess, looking gorgeous as hell.

It takes a while for us to both come down, as I draw my fingers out, and give them to her to wrap her lips around. Briar does exactly that, cleaning off the evidence of both of us with soft, little pleasured noises. I repeat the process a couple of times, gathering up the residue of my cum, letting her lick off the taste of me… and her.

“Goddamn. You’re the most perfect thing, darlin’.” My throat bobs a heavy swallow as I turn my attention to helping put her dress back in place and then tucking myself away.

Briar watches me do so, a softness in her expression, but doesn’t say anything.

As I reach for my belt, my girl makes a sweet little sound, then takes over. “Let me do it.” Her voice is quiet, but those gorgeous lips curve, and her eyes crinkle a little as she gazes up at me.

I lean back and watch, soaking up every second her fingers thread the leather on itself.

“Thank you.” She breathes.

Hooking my finger beneath her chin, I bend forward and press a soft kiss against her plush lips. Briar tastes like us, and I love that we’re both mingled just like this.

My damn phone starts buzzing, tucked somewhere in my own jacket pocket on the other end of the workbench.

“Go. You’ve gotta take that.” Her lips move against mine.

“Beau can fucking wait,” I grunt.

With a playful shove, she pushes against my stomach, and that smile brightens.

“I’ll see you at home later.”

With that, Briar leaves me to have to try and focus on things like work and whatever crap Beau is ranting on about on the other end of the line as I answer the phone in a daze.

As I walk to the barn doors and watch her taillights drive off, all I can think about is how goddamn good it feels to hear my girl say that word.

Home.