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I laugh. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” she answers in Korean.
Fuck me, her voice sounds sultry and sexy when she speaks my language, and cute, somehow. “What else can you say?” I ask, focusing on her lips again.
She swears at me in Korean, calling me an asshole, and warmth runs through my body again. No one calling me an asshole has ever given me this reaction. She’s the real deal, I think as I let go of her hands for a second and press my mouth to hers, placing her hands next to her head against the tiles.
She lets out a startled sound but doesn’t kiss me back. She tastes good, and I tell her, biting on her bottom lip, before running my fingers through her hair and pulling her head back. Those big eyes flash to mine and I watch Storm as she runs her tongue along her cupids bow. Then she does something I never anticipated, she brushes my long hair out of my eyes and softly traces the scar over my right eye down to my mouth with shaking fingers, and I let her. No one has ever done that to me before. Looked at me like I was a real person, not some concocted image they have of me in their minds.
I grunt and lock her in against the wall. She moans the moment I push my tongue against hers, and I lose it the second hers does the same, and we’re tangled in a war. I’m keeping her. I don’t care if she wants to leave after the month is over, she’s mine. When her hands travel into my hair after some hesitation and pulls on the strands, I lose it altogether and feel her clit pulse against my knuckles. I want everything from her. I want my name to be on her lips when she shatters for me.
“Damn it,” she whispers against my lips. She’s panting hard, her chest heaving up and down, and I love how I tower over her. I never thought I would like to have someone in my life, but here the fuck we are.
I push myself against her and I can feel her slick pussy lips part, and she groans my real name, letting it tumble from her lips. She places her hands on my shoulders and looks at me. I nod, giving her permission. I like that she asks first, that’s a good girl—my girl flashes through my mind. All mine. I tease my fingers against her clit some more, and I feel the nub pulsing against my skin. She starts to grind herself against my palm, and I smirk. Draping her arms around my shoulders, her head falls back. I know she’s fighting against her emotions by the way she bites on her bottom lip.
“What?” I hold my fingers up in front of my face and watch her as I shove them back in my mouth, tasting her on my lips. Holy shit, she tastes so sweet, like tangerines. When I open my eyes, she’s staring at me. I’m about to kiss her again but she jerks away, her chest heaving. I’m already panting, wanting her to come around my fingers. I also want to stretch our time together.
“Relax,” I whisper, and she narrows her eyes, not saying anything while I force my knee against hers. She resists at first, but after I raise one brow, she obeys me.
“Fuck this,” she mutters, locking her gaze with me.
“Good kitten,” I tease, as I press the tips of my fingers against her pussy, above her slit, not yet teasing her clit like I want to. I need to see her shatter for me. Her nipples pebble under my glare, and I like how flushed she looks.
“Fuck you,” she bites out, and I chuckle again.
“Give me what I need,” I whisper against her ear, while I trail my fingers through her slit, gaining access on a moan I steal from her mouth. She makes a sound of protest, but I swallow that one too as I dig my fingers deeper inside of her, meeting nothing but sticky wetness as her pussy sucks me in. Soon my fingers are gliding in with ease, and she turns into a puddle, lucky for her I’m still holding her up by her hands crossed above her head.
She whimpers and opens her eyes to stare at mine. My cock jerks again as I grind myself against her leg. She snarls, and I smirk, driving in deeper and opening my fingers like a scissor before I move up to her clit with my thumb, loving how swollen it has gotten already.
“Please stop,” she says, her voice trembling while she licks her lips.
“Stop?” I taunt. “I don’t think so.” I take my fingers out of her and catch her by surprise as I hike her leg up and over my ass and press the tip of my cock against her swollen clit. Storm shivers as I ram upward, and she gets caught by my surprise move as a sob tumbles from her lips. She pinches her eyes shut, and with her back arching, her release washes over her, the climax taking control of her body, and I have to hold her up before she falls. Panting, she opens her eyes in shock, but there is lust there too. I’ve got her now, and I’m not letting her go.
“Did you just come?” I ask, trying to hide the smugness in my voice. I lean back and she stumbles a little, falling back against the tiles while the shower rains down on us. I feel a smirk curling at my lips as I watch her catch her breath. She runs a hand over her breast, shaking her head. She probably doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, and my cock hardens at the image of her and those mouthwatering curves. The way she came because I pressed my cock against her sweet pussy has precum flowing from the tip. Maybe later I can watch her pleasure herself, and maybe I can finally try out all my fantasies with her. I rub my cock with my hand and her eyes flash to my pulsing dick.
She licks her lips and locks eyes with me. My heart hammers in my chest, my blood pulsing in my veins and going straight to my shaft. I need to be inside her soon or else I might lose the last restraint I’ve got left in me. Without thinking, I lunge for her and grab her by the hair and pull her head back and devour her mouth again. Disappearing inside of her, as our tongues dance.
Storm
The way he kisses me is nothing like I’ve ever experienced before, he’s rough and gentle at the same time. I can’t believe what happened. I’ve never come like that by someone else, I mean, he only pressed himself against my clit and I came in a second—no, under a second. That was all it took; the orgasm still courses through my body while we kiss. I feel like I’m waging a war for control. He’s winning without a doubt. My knees feel like jello, and the way he groans every time I nip at his bottom lip tells me he likes how I kiss. He’s holding me up while he devours me, his fingers tugging on my hair, making it hurt and adding to the sensation of being taken at the same time. Our kissing isn’t pretty, it’s almost primal in the way he nips at my bottom lip, and I lose it a little. I have no idea if I’m doing it right. My ex told me once I was too needy when it came to kissing. I feel lost but also safe, like I belong.
I know I shouldn’t feel like this. I’m naked, taking a shower with a scary scarred mafia guy who says he’s going to do anything he wants with me, and the funny thing is, I want it too. I pull on his hair and his chest rumbles, more like purrs, if this is a thing men do. No idea, but the way his erection presses against my stomach tells me I’m doing it right. I hike my leg up and he chuckles against my lips.
“What’s the rush, kitten?” he asks, and I whimper the moment he grabs my leg and pushes upward.
“Holy shit,” I say, panting hard when he runs his dick against my exposed clit.
“That’s for later.” He laughs against my ear, and a shiver runs down my spine, because the way he says later scares the living shit out of me. He drops my leg and I stumble against the wall. The water cascades down his body, and as I study him, the man takes my breath away, he’s beautiful.
He moves closer and kisses the place right below my ear, licking at the droplets traveling down my throat. He links our fingers together before guiding my hand to his shaft, and I stiffen.
He notices and rasps, “Relax, there is nothing to be afraid of, there is more where that came from. Maybe with a little pain, but I’ll make you love every second of it.” I lean back and he stares at me through his thick, dark lashes. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want, got it, kitten?”
I nod, and fuck, the way he says ‘kitten’ goes right to the pit of my stomach, and my clit twitches in response. He places my hand on his length, and we look at each other while he starts to stroke himself with my hand. With his eyes half closed and a lopsided naughty bad boy smile, he keeps staring at me while he rests his other hand against the shower wall. He feels like velvet against my palm, and the water makes it easier to stroke up and down his length, as our lips hover against each other.
“Yes, fuck, that’s it,” he groans the moment he lets go of my hand, and I continue exploring him. He places both hands flat against the wall and rests his forehead against mine, he’s a little taller than me so I have to glance up to meet his dark gaze.
“I…I…” I stutter, not knowing what to do. I brush his balls with my knuckles, and he moans my name, followed by a couple swear words. I chuckle and frown.
