Page 149 of Small Town, Big Storm

“I was…trying to…make it…good for you,” she puffs out, her eyes glazed as I slowly lick along the seam of her, as I dip my tongue into her opening, as I— “Storm!”she shouts.

I suck at her clit, circle the sensitive bud until she’s sopping wet and clinging to me, her hips bucking, pussy grinding against my face.“Love this cunt,” I rasp, delving deeper, licking faster, sucking harder.

“I—ah—love that you—ah—love it,” she pants.

I slip a finger inside, feel the hot, slick clamp of her.

“Can’t wait to feel this around my cock, baby.”

“Then get inside me already.”

“I want you to come first.”

“Storm,” she protests, but I just slip another finger inside, slowly drawing them in and out.“I want you.”

“Then come for me, Poppyseed.Let me feel it.Let me watch you.”

“I need you—” I nip at her clit, feel her body start to vibrate, her pussy clamp down onto me.Close.So damned close.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper, flicking out my tongue, fucking her with my fingers.“Now.”

A moan, her head falling back, her hips bucking and then…

Fucking glorious, her pussy ripples around my fingers, a gush of her desire rushing forward to coat my palm.My name tumbles off her lips, her pelvis rocks against my hand, my face and she comes apart.

Beautiful.

So damned beautiful.

As she is when her legs tumble open and she invites, “Come inside me now, honey.”

I can’t resist that, can’t resist the call of her body.

I push inside then nearly come apart right then and there.It’s…well, it’s fucking perfect, the tight clasp of her body, the heat, how her desire coats my dick.

“You feel so good,” I growl.

Her hands settle on my chest.“So do you.”A flex of her nails.“Now move,” she orders.

An easy command to follow.

I draw back, push forward into the slickness of her, bending to slant my mouth over hers as I move, as I thrust again and again.Slowly at first then faster, harder, both of our breathing going unsteady, sweat breaking out on my body, my orgasm barreling toward me with the force of a Mack truck.

“St-Storm,” she whispers, her body trembling, her pussy shuddering around me.“Harder.”

Thank fuck.

Because I don’t have any hope of holding back.

I thrust deeper, harder, faster, and?—

“Oh, God!”she cries, coming apart.

And I’m right behind her, one more stroke, two, and?—

I grunt as my orgasm yanks me under, as pleasure flows through every inch of my body, as my vision blacks out and my body goes limp, and?—

I collapse on top of her, barely having the presence of mind to roll us to the side so I don’t crush her.