Taming the Storm
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Without a word, he gets up on his knees, and thrusts his cock deep into my pussy.
“Oh my God.” My eyes roll back in my head, while my inner muscles clench around him.
“Fuck!” he bites out. His hand comes to rest on my hip, his fingers gripping me tight.
Then, he starts to fuck me.
After some well-aimed thrusts, he pulls out. I feel the head of his cock move upward, over that delicate piece of skin that separates my most intimate places.
His cock gently nudges at my puckered hole, his hold on my hip tightening, his fingers digging deliciously into my flesh.
The feel of him there has me warring within myself. Fear fighting with desire.
“You sure you want to do this?” he asks, his voice rough.
I realize that I’ve tensed up. My muscles are locked tight.
Yes, I want this with him.
Closing my eyes, I force myself to relax.
I nod, unable to speak, too focused on the feel of him there.
“Answer me,” he commands.
“Yes!” I cry out. “Just fuck me now!” My voice is needy. I want to power through. I don’t want to wait around. I just want him inside me.
He growls, then, I feel him push hard against my tight hole.
The head of his cock slips in. I feel the familiar burn at having something in there, but this is far more intense than his fingers.
Biting hard on my lip, I instantly tense again.
“You need me to stop?” he asks, gruff.
I can hear the barely there control in his voice.
“No, don’t stop. Keep going.”
“Okay. But I need you to relax.” He slides his hand up my spine. “You need to open up and let me in.”
I relax my muscles again, allowing Tom to work himself in a little farther.
“Jesus.” My voice is caught somewhere between a sob and a moan.
Then, the burn suddenly goes, and all I feel is a maddening desire. The intense need to have Tom Carter buried as deep in my ass as he can go.
“More,” I demand.
He pushes in another inch.
A breath hisses from me.
His fingers go to my clit, playing with me, and then he pushes one inside my pussy, fingering me, getting more of my natural lubricant. Removing his finger, I feel him rub it around me and himself.
I’m hot and desperate, wanting this more than I ever thought I would.
He’s lubricated us up, but he isn’t making a move.
“Tom, please, I need this…you…don’t stop now.” I’m half-crazy with lust. On the edge of the precipice he’s taken me to. I need him to finish this. “Just fuck my fucking ass!”
He thrusts in another couple of inches.
“You still okay?” He sounds breathless.
“Stop talking, and just fucking do me!”
I love that he cares and doesn’t want to hurt me, but I’m desperate beneath him. I’m so turned on that I can’t see straight. I’m hot all over. I can’t remember ever being this turned on before.
Having him in such a private place, dominating my body, owning me—it’s beyond anything I could have imagined.
Another thrust. “I’m almost there, baby.” His hand comes around, and he starts to rub my clit again. “You ready for the rest?”
My eyes close. “So ready.”
He drives the remainder of his big beautiful cock into me.
I’m full of him. Desire coursing through my body, I feel like I might go insane from the sensation alone. I’ve never needed someone as much as I need Tom right now.
“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice strained.
I twist my head to look back at him. “Amazing.” I graze my teeth over my lower lip.
The fire in his eyes burns brighter than I’ve ever seen before. He pulls halfway out, and thrusts straight back in. The sound that comes from him nearly has me coming.
My head falls forward, my hair curtaining my face.
The pleasure is so intense that it’s blinding.
“Ly, I’ve never felt anything like this…you. I could do this forever with you.”
Forever.
Then, he starts to fuck my ass with an unrestrained passion.
And I’m lost to him. Heart and soul and body.
I’m Tom Carter’s.
I’m coming minutes later and coming hard.
“I’m gonna come, Ly. Now…I’m gonna…” Tom grunts a rough, dirty sound. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
He pulls out, and I feel the hot spurts of his come as it hits my ass and lower back.
When he’s done, he falls onto the bed beside me. I let my lower half come down, so I’m lying flat.
He brushes my hair off my face. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” He smiles, and then it falls when he realizes what he’s said.
There’ll be no more days after this.
“Stay there. I’ll get something to clean you up with.”
I turn my face into bed, hiding my sadness. “Wasn’t planning on moving,” I say muffled into the duvet.
He chuckles. I hear the sound of running water, and then Tom is back, cleaning me up with a wet cloth.
He’s frees my wrists of the belt.
“Come take a shower with me.”
Sliding his hand into mine, he gently tugs me off the bed, and I lazily follow him into the en suite bathroom.
With my hip propped against the sink, I watch as he turns on the shower, letting the water heat.
Taking my hand again, he leads me into the shower and under the spray. I tilt my head back, allowing the water to cascade over my face. Pushing my hair back, I clear the water from my face with my hands, and I open my eyes.