Page 132 of Storm of Shadows

I reach up and cup her cheek, stroking the pad of my thumb over her plump bottom lip.

Maybe she sees all the heat burning in my pupils, or maybe I’m thinking this is more than it is and all she wants is that distraction. Either way, a little whimper escapes her throat and the next thing I know, she’s climbing up to straddle my lap.

“Shit,” I mumble as she rubs her core against me.

“Maybe there’s something that could help both of us to sleep.”

“Don’t you have your–” I start to say but I don’t finish my words because she’s kissing my mouth hungrily.

“It’s over.”

I smile against her lips. I should have known it would be like this. The girl does not act like she should. One moment she’s hating on me, hissing and spitting into my face, the next she has her tongue inside my mouth.

I yank her closer still, so her sex is pressed right up against my erection and then I’m guiding her hips to rub against me.

She bites down hard on my bottom lip, making me groan.

“Not enough,” she pants.

“Not enough?” I repeat. “You want more, little thrall?”

“Uh huh.” She pants as I draw my hand up under her shirt and squeeze at her tit, finding her stiff nipple and brushing the pad of my thumb back and forth over it.

“What do you want?” I say, against her mouth. “Do you want to be fucked?”

She whimpers again and I think that’s the closest I’m going to get to a yes.

“Because I really really want to fuck you, little thrall,” I mutter, scrabbling to remove her pajama pants and then her panties; simple, plain things. I snap open the drawer of my desk, stuff the panties inside, and grasp around for a rubber. I break off our kiss to rip open the wrapper with my teeth.

Then I’m instructing her to lift up on her knees as I unbuckle my belt and yank down my pants, freeing my stiff cock.

Her eyes are wide as I roll the rubber down my cock, and then my hands are back on her hips, firm, unyielding. I’ve waited long enough. I’ve been patient. Now I’m going to have the girl.

I brush my thumb over her stiff sensitive nub, and then I guide her down onto me.

We groan in unison as I push inside her and I know my cock inside her feels just as good as her pussy does wrapped tightly around my cock.

“Okay?” I say, my voice catching in my throat. She nods, resting her fingertips against my chest, tension on her face.

“Just …” She shudders. “It’s been a while …” She swallows. “Go gently.”

Go gentle?

I want to bite my own damn fist. All I want to do is slam her up and down my cock, to fuck her hard, to make her scream.

Maybe with any other girl I would. But I want this to be more than a one-time-only thing. I want her to enjoy it. I want to fuck her over and over again, willingly. I want her to want it.

“Then you take control, little thrall,” I tell her. “You bounce up and down on my cock just how you want to.”

A little strangled noise escapes her throat and then she’s lifting up onto her knees, my cock slipping through her wet pussy, caressed by her velvety walls.

When she reaches the top, and only my cockhead lingers inside of her, she whimpers again and her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

“Does it feel good?” I murmur, looking up at her.

“Uh huh,” she murmurs, gliding back down me.

It’s slow and considered – a fucking tease of a fuck and maybe I like it this way. The girl has been teasing me right from day one and fuck I have loved it.