Page 72 of Braving the Storm
This girl is every delicious wrong decision I could ever make.
We hit the bed, and I splay her out beneath me. She’s a goddamn dream. A divine creature I’ve somehow been gifted, when all I ever thought I’d deserve was darkness.
Persephone ventured down into the depths with Hades, didn’t she? She willingly stepped into his bullshit and doom. Is that what we’re doing here? Me, dragging her into my own personal underworld. What the fuck this girl sees in me, or is willing to overlook, I can’t begin to fathom.
“Storm. God. It’s so good.” She digs her nails into my shoulders, and fuck, I want to unravel Briar Lane so bad, I’mcaught in a frenzy of needing to see more of this girl’s wildness. It’s gorgeous and addicting and she’s my very own prize I’ve somehow won.
“How sensitive are these perfect tits after you come, I wonder?” My teeth graze over one of the tight little buds, and she whines, overstimulated and limp with pleasure.
“It’s—I can’t. It’s too much.” Her voice is breathy, gasping as a shudder rolls through her body.
I keep going. Slowly, but intently letting the sensation begin to creep up again. Swirling my tongue and gently running my teeth over the furled buds before tugging and watching the way her puffy lips hang open with a gasp.
“This time…” My mouth roams, exploring my way down the softness of her stomach, which caves as I drag a hot, wet line in the direction of her pussy. “This time, I want to see the way your tits bounce, to see your face when you shatter again. Let’s see if I can have you soaking these sheets for me, hmm.”
Pausing to take my time, I run a long lick through her seam, that has Briar’s spine bowing up off the bed. Her fingers bunch in the sheets, knuckles blanching. I’d rather have her hands all fucking over me, but I can teach her that. There’s plenty of time to help her realize how to ask for what she needs, even while giving over control.
“No more.I can’t.” She whimpers. Which sounds a lot like a goddamn invitation. An immediate challenge for me to erase that assumption about her body.
“Yes, you can darlin’…” With one hand, I hook her knee, bringing that leg up over my shoulder. “You’re gonna give me another.”
Those dark eyes gaze back at me, hooded with desire. Briar’s pupils are fully dilated, encompassing all the rich brown, hiding those few honeyed flecks that usually appear close to the innermost circle.
As my dick nudges her entrance, it’s too fucking good. She’s so slick and slippery, yet I’m still having to wedge my way inside her channel because she’sso damn tight.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re gonna take all of me. You’re gonna let me fill this tight little cunt any time I want.”
Her lashes flutter, eyes rolling back, panting breaths hitching into a whine as I slip further in. Continuing to claim every last inch of this girl, who I’m not supposed to want.
I’m not supposed to crave this feeling, or get lost in the heady pleasure of how responsive she is to me. Except, there’s no denying that I’m without a map in this particular place, entirely fucking lost when it comes to this girl.
My cock throbs, my balls tighten. She grips me so goddamn tight; there are stars flying behind my eyes and straight hi-octane flowing where my blood is supposed to be.
This time, when I sink to the hilt, I can’t help the dark, primal grunt that bursts out of me.
“Oh god. You’re so deep.” Briar spasms around my length, and my jaw is locked, rigid. A feral instinct is screaming to let go of control and simply pile-drive this sexy as fuck piece of ass. It’s tempting to race after the intensity of how much I just want to pump into her over and over again.
But I also want this to last forever. I’m obsessed with the flush on Briar’s cheeks, the deep kiss-bitten shade to her lips and nipples. I’m starving to see what happens when I show her how incredible it feels to fuck good and deep and slow.
As I slide out to the tip, I feel it. The way she clenches around me. “Mmmfuckkkk. Your greedy little cunt doesn’t want to let go, even for one second.” With a groan that ripples through both of us, I punch my hips forward, enough force behind my thrust that makes her tits bounce, and a loud moan bursts out of my gorgeous girl.
“Look at how badly you try to keep me buried deep inside.” I slide back out, leaving only the tip for her velvety glove to contract around and fuck my entire life, it’s heaven being inside her.
“How about I make you squirt for me again?” My eyes remain fixed on her face, soaking up every shiver of unrestrained desire and the way her features tighten and contort with pleasure.
“I—I don’t know if—” Briar’s back bows as her words stumble. “Not another time.” What she’s actually saying sounds much more like ayes, please make me fucking gush all over your massive cock.
“Yes, you’re going to.” My voice dips low as I struggle to hang on. “You’re gonna make a mess of me, darlin’.”Thrust.“Then I’m gonna flip you over.”Thrust.“So you can watch yourself and see how well you take me.”Thrust.“You’re gonna watch yourself in that mirror.”
“Oh my god.” Briar moans out, louder and more desperate. It’s a goddamn beautiful sight seeing the way she unravels for me.
“That’s it, just like that. I know you can be a good girl for me.”
“It’s too—too much.” Her lashes flutter. She’s right on that edge, ready to fall into how good this feels.
“Mmm, but your cunt says otherwise. Keep squeezing me, baby. You’re the tightest fucking thing.”
Her head tips back, exposing her throat. As I keep pounding into her with a force that makes her perfect breasts bounce and quiver for me, she moans in a higher pitch, whimpers, convulses, and starts to break apart.