Taming the Storm
Page 67

 Samantha Towle

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From what I can hear, it’s a really great cover of the song. The crowd sounds like they’re going crazy.
My eyes close on the sounds of the song, the lyrics, the crowd singing along…and then the feel of Tom getting to his knees behind me.
His hands grab my shorts, and he rips them open further.
Holy. Shit.
He’s so fucking hot.
Next goes my panties in one quick snap. He pulls them out, leaving me standing here in just my bra and the shorts, exposing me.
“I wish I could see how you look right now.” His voice is a growl.
His finger moves between my folds. My body jerks at his touch, needing this, needing him.
Then, his face comes close to my ass, his hot breath hitting all my nerve endings. “Scream as loud as you want, Ly, ’cause no one will hear you.”
He plunges his tongue into my pussy and starts fucking me with it, his finger playing my clit to perfection.
I’m panting, wild under his mouth, and in this moment, I’m solely living off the feel of him driving me to the brink.
Each time I get close, he pulls back.
I’m beyond hot and needy and desperate. “Tom, please…”
“Shh…I got you, darlin’. Ly, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Nerves shoot through me, and my body tenses at the thought of Tom going somewhere so private. “No, I haven’t, and I don’t know if I could.” My head shakes in the dark, my hair brushing over my sensitized skin.
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do…but I don’t know if I can do…that.” The thought of Tom’s huge cock in my ass is terrifying.
“I won’t use my cock. Your ass is virgin territory, so we need to start off slow. Just my finger, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to my ass cheek. “I promise, it won’t hurt, and we can stop whenever you want. Just trust me when I say”—his voice thickens with lust—“if you let me fuck your ass with my finger…it will top any orgasm I’ve ever given you before.” Another kiss. “Let me give this to you.”
And just like that, I’m his.
So ready to give all of myself to him that it’s terrifying…but so very hot.
“Yes,” I hear myself saying.
He teases my skin with light flicks of his tongue. “Yes, what? Say it, Lyla. Tell me what you want.”
I’m dizzy with lust. Drunk on him. I’d say anything, do anything that he told me to right now, if it would mean having him.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your finger.”
He growls and then sinks his teeth into the fleshy skin of my ass cheek, biting me gently. He slips his finger into my pussy. I clench around him. Then, he pulls out, his finger drawing my slickness back to my rear.
I tense up the instant his finger touches my puckered hole.
“Relax…I won’t hurt you. Just give yourself over to me. I’ll take care of you.”
So, I do as he asks. I close my eyes, relax my body, and allow Tom to take care of me.
His finger moves back up, repeating the motion, but this time, his finger goes to my clit. He strokes it, drawing my body up, and then he’s gone into my pussy and again moving my slickness to my rear.
My hips start to shift restlessly, my body climbing higher and higher, each time he repeats the movement.
I feel wetter than I ever have before, my slickness coating the most intimate parts of me. Tom stays at my ass and starts to rim my puckered hole with his finger, moving my wetness around and into it.
Craving more, reaching for something I’m not really sure of, I start to push back against him.
At the exact moment I push back, his mouth finds my clit, and his fingertip slips into my ass.
The feel of him there is shockingly intense. I let out a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His words vibrate through me. “Are you okay?”
“Uhum.” I can barely form words right now.
He applies a little more pressure and moves his finger in a fraction deeper. Then, again, and he continues moving in a little farther each time.
I’m starting to feel frustrated. I need more. Then, Tom suddenly withdraws his finger to the tip and slides it back inside to the knuckle.
My breath whooshes out of me. Lights flicker behind my eyelids. My body going into total sensory overload.
I’m full of him. And it feels amazing.
I let out a moan, and that seems to be all he needs to spur him on because Tom starts to fuck my ass with his finger, sliding in knuckle deep each time, while his tongue frantically licks at my clit.
I’m coming in seconds.
My hands tighten around the metal bar, a scream tears from my lungs.
I feel like I’ve just skyrocketed into orbit. I’m weightless. I have no idea how I’m actually still standing.
He wasn’t kidding when he said it would top any orgasm he’s ever given me so far. That was off the charts.
I’m aware of Tom’s finger pulling out of me, the feel of him moving behind me.
The next thing I know, a very naked Tom is pressed up against me. His thick, condom covered cock seated between my ass cheeks.
He leans over my back. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and his tongue flicks at my neck. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. You’re fucking amazing, Firecracker.”
Taking a wild guess at the number of women Tom has known, I try to take what he said as the compliment he meant it to be.
Leaving my back, he curls his hand around my hair and holds it tight as he stands. His cock moves away. I miss the contact for all of a second. The next thing I know, his hand grips my hip and he slams inside me.