Page 9 of Shadow’s Protection (Hurricane Heat MC #1)

Shadow

Violet James is like no librarian I’ve ever met. After I’ve kissed her until she’s breathless and panting, I grab the front of that yellow sundress and free the tits I have been hard for since I first saw her wet and dripping at the Shady Lane Motel last night.

I shove the fabric down and don’t give a shit when it tears at the seam. When I see those rust-colored nipples, the tips thick and hard, just begging to be sucked, I nearly nut in my jeans.

But I take my time, sucking each peak between my lips, flicking the tips with my tongue, and squeezing the fullness of her exposed breasts until she’s writhing.

I drag my mouth from her soft skin and rub my beard against her flesh, the rough hairs scratching her nipples until she’s moaning my name and pushing herself harder against me.

I kiss my way down her body, shoving the yellow dress up past her hips. She’s wearing the most ridiculous pair of plain white panties that I almost laugh. I haven’t seen anything but a thong in so long, I forgot women actually wear underwear that covers their asses. But somehow, on Violet, it fits.

I run my hands from her knees to the tops of her thighs, kneading the thickness that she barely hid under that flimsy dress.

I lower my mouth and suckle her inner thighs, licking and nibbling her skin until the flesh is pink and rosy with heat.

I want to bury myself inside her, lose myself in her soft sweetness.

I think I’ve figured out the perfect way to ride out this storm—by riding Violet.

She’s gripping my hair and tugging, scratching and stroking my head while I work my way from her thighs to her pussy.

Her panties are dark in the middle, where my good little librarian is drenched and ready.

I tear the underwear off her and toss them to the floor, ravenous to taste every fucking inch of her.

She gasps a little when I expose her pussy, but I grunt before drawing in a breath.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re pretty everywhere,” I tell her. And it’s true. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but Violet makes me want to take my time. To mark her perfect skin with my teeth, hands, lips. She’s trimmed down there but has enough hair to look like a woman.

She draws in a breath and tries to close her knees.

“No.” I stand back, using every ounce of my control to remove my hands and lips from her body. “Show me, Violet. Show yourself to me.”

Her eyes fly open, and she lifts her head from where it is resting on the windshield of the GTO. “Show you?” she echoes.

I cross my arms over my chest, my cock screaming for release. “Show me,” I say.

She swallows, her tits exposed over the pushed-down bodice of her dress.

Her nipples are hard, and her chest is heaving with heavy, slow breaths.

Her lips are parted, her eyes wide. She blinks languidly then lies back against the car and opens her legs.

She’s spread open, and she reaches down and puts a hand to her cunt.

With two fingers, she parts her pussy and drags some of the wetness to her clit.

She gasps again when she touches herself, and I’m on her in a second.

“Mine,” I growl, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand away. “That’s my pussy, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“It’s yours,” she agrees, her words a breathless whisper. “Shadow, I need…”

She’s silenced when I take my fingers, slide them into my mouth to wet them, and then slip two all the way inside her.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her knees dropping open. She wiggles her hips against the hood of the car to force my fingers deeper.

I press my left hand against the softness of her belly and work my fingers inside her, feeling every ridge and bump until I find the spots that are going to send her to the stars. I use my thumb to stroke her clit while I finger-fuck her, deep and slow, then fast and hard.

“Shadow,” she cries my name, groans, writhes against the car, but I don’t stop. Don’t slow down. I want to see Violet come apart for me.

From this angle, her long, dark hair is tangled over her tits, her chest rising and falling as her breaths come faster and faster.

“Come for me,” I demand, lowering my face to suck her clit. While my tongue works its magic, I let my fingers find that spot deep inside until, finally, I feel a flood of wetness soak my fingers.

“I’m gonna…” Violet can’t finish that sentence as her eyes slam shut.

She’s working her hips hard against my hand, riding my fingers while I’m licking and sucking her.

When she finally comes, she cries out so loud and so long, I can’t help but crack a smile, but I don’t dare move my mouth from her pussy.

She falls silent after a minute, and I slowly pull my soaked fingers from inside her.

I dry my hand on my jeans and unzip, but Violet is sitting up, shaking her head.

For a second, I worry that it was too much.

That I was too rough. That she’s regretting everything she’s done since the moment she agreed to come back to the compound with me.

But then, her tits proudly out, the yellow sundress dropping down to cover her swollen pussy, she locks eyes with me.

“It’s your turn,” she says as she slides off the hood of the car and lays her hand on top of mine.

She takes over the zipper, sliding it down with gentle fingers.

I help her get the denim over my hips, and she gasps when my jeans fall down around my ankles.

I’m not wearing underwear, and my cock is so hard it practically pokes her in the face.

She kneels on the floor in front of me.

“Shadow.” She gently explores the underside of my throbbing erection with her fingertips and touches the metal of a silver barbell. “You’re pierced.”

“Yep.” I attempt to control myself as she strokes my cock, feeling the veins and ridges and trying to make sense of the piercing.

“Is it sensitive?” she asks, using one finger to wipe away a thick drop of precome from my opening.

I reach for the strip of condoms I grabbed from the glove box of the GTO resting against the windshield wipers and tear one off. “We can play show-and-tell when we get back to my room.”

She takes the condom from me and tears it open, but before she slides it on me, she draws me into her mouth, closing the soft heat around my dick.

I feel her tongue lap against the barbell, curious and gentle, and I have to suck in a breath and open my eyes to try to slow myself down.

She sucks lightly at first, using her tongue to explore, but then I grab her hair and tug, lifting her face before I release every drop into her mouth.

“I wanna fuck you,” I tell her, and she nods as seriously as if we’re negotiating a contract.

She slides the condom over my wet dick and eases it carefully over the barbell.

“It’s fine,” I assure her. “It ain’t gonna rip the rubber.”

As soon as the condom is on me, she stands. This is fucking torture. Her nipples are still hard, and her chest is flushed. She’s licking my precome from her lips, and she’s so goddamn gorgeous, I don’t know whether to fuck her mouth, her ass, or everything at once.

“Bend over the car,” I tell her.

She does as I ask, facing the GTO then dropping her hands onto the hood.

I lift her skirt and settle myself between her legs, notching the tip of my dick at her entrance.

Before I fuck her brains out, I reach under her arms and cup her tits with my hands.

I squeeze them, tweaking her nipples between my fingers.

She cries out and pushes her ass back against me.

I drop my face to her exposed back while she leans forward, supporting her weight on the hood with her hands.

Using her tits for leverage, I pull her toward me and slide inside her from behind, thrusting deep and slow until I’m so far inside her I see stars behind my eyelids.

I kiss her bare back, shove my nose into her hair, and breathe her in.

All I can do is suck in the scent of her skin, her hair, her pussy, like a man who’s taken a nose dive into the depths of the ocean.

I clutch her close, biting her shoulder.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I bang her, hard, working out my pleasure against her body as she lifts her ass and presses against me.

“Shadow, I’m gonna come again.” Her voice is weak, a tiny sound moving at me through the darkness of the garage.

She stiffens slightly under my hands, and I just manage to pinch her nipples before I feel her walls spasm hard around my shaft.

“Oh my God!” she screams this time, a long, pleasure-racked wail so animalistic and raw, the sound alone does me in.

Matching her frenzied movement, I buck against her, coming in spurts so hard, my heart thumps against Violet’s back.

She slows and quiets before I’m done, meeting my every thrust with erotic panting and whimpers.

Finally, I’ve given her everything I’ve got. I’m empty, numb, and yet, I don’t want to let go. Don’t want to stop. Blood thundering in my legs, I bend at the waist and crash my cheek against her back.

We’re totally silent, the sounds of our breathing matched to the whipping sounds of the wind bashing against the building.

When my dick starts to shrivel, I pull out of her.

She cries out softly, the surprise of our separation feeling as foreign and cold to me as it must to her.

I peel off the condom and toss it in a nearby trash bin.

My ass is tight, my legs coiled hard from fucking her standing up.

And yet, all I want to do is climb right back on top of her, stuff my face in her hair, and breathe.

I tug my jeans back up over my legs and painfully zip up while my dick is still at half-mast. I grab the rest of the condoms and shove them into the back pocket of my jeans, and then I take Violet’s arms, turning her to face me.

I lift the front of her dress to cover her tits and lean forward to kiss her.