Page 80 of Saddle Storm

“Storm,” I rasp.

Either she doesn’t hear me, or she’s not listening to my warning. I won’t fucking last in the heat of her mouth. That much I know.

Her breath is hot between my thighs. Cool hands wrap around my length. “God, you’re big.” It’s almost shaky, her acknowledgement.

I growl when my tip enters her mouth.

“Fuck, Storm.” I hold myself from bucking my hips. A new kind of strength I never knew I possessed.

Gripping me tighter like she senses my hesitation, she runs her tongue down before taking me in her mouth again. I nearly explode when she comes up with an appreciative moan, gripping me from the base and sucking me in again.

“Storm.” It’s a warning now and she looks up from under her lashes.

I throw my head back. “Get up here,” I growl. “I need to be inside you.”

Her eyes flick down to my cock again, lip pulled between her teeth.

“Come here, Bee. I’ll get you ready.”

“What?”

“Sit on my face.”

She hesitates and it’s a first.

“Do it or I’ll flip you over, putting weight on my arm while I fuck you with my tongue regardless. Now sit on my face.”

She moves up and I help her along, my mouth like a magnet to more than just the lips on her face. I’ve been dying to taste her again since the last time and it’s like muscle memory, finding where I need to be. To flick. To suck. Remembering exactly what did her in last time, and planning to go the extra mile this time. Making her considerably wet, preparing her to take all of me. Because I’m seconds away from guiding this woman onto my cock and owning her with it all.

But not if it causes her an ounce of pain.

She moves her hips, riding my mouth, moaning and breathing. “Silas, I’m going to—”

I pull tightly on her clit with my lips as she screams through her release, gripping the headboard for support. I hold her upper thighs, my fingers working her from behind and her breath hitches before she screams out, riding out her orgasm.

Breathing hard she slides down, her eyes dark and sure in a way they weren’t before. “You’re going to ruin me, hotshot.”

“Good. Then we’ll be even.”

She smirks, pressing her lips to mine before sitting up again. She’s a fucking goddess. Her long damp hair falling around her shoulders. My eyes dip to those full lips that looked too damn good wrapped around my cock.

With my gaze on hers, I reach for it, stretching myself, biting back a groan as realization hits.

We have to stop.

“Storm. I don’t have a condom.”

Her eyes flash and I instantly hate myself for getting so carried away. Not to mention the thought of entering her bare is too tempting to ignore.

She doesn’t move. “But you’re clean,” she breathes, and it’s barely a question.

“Yes.”

“Then I don’t want one. I want to feel you. We’ll be careful,” she adds and I grit my teeth, losing the battle of sanity and giving in to the temptation of entering her bare.

I lick my lips. “Lift your hips for me, Bee.”

She does as I ask and I guide my dick inside her, holding her hips so she doesn’t rush herself over me.