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“Will there be a next time?” I stupidly asked, being a total buzzkill.
Anger sparked in his eyes. “The fuck you say?”
“Storm… I… Sorry…” I stuttered like one of my kindergarteners caught eating a crayon.
This mighty and fierce man had me bent over his lap in two seconds flat. The sting of a slap on my ass came one second later.
“Storm!” I wiggled to get off him.
Slap.
“What’re—”
Slap.
Slap.
“Stop…” The word weakly spilled from my lips. Tears pooled in my eyes at the same time my pussy pulsed, and wetness painted my thighs.
“You sure you want me to stop?”
“I dunno,” I whimpered, brain frazzled as I labored to breathe. A mix of pleasure and pain warred within me. What did it mean? I’d been on the receiving end of a man slapping me before but not like this, and I sure as hell never enjoyed it.
Storm lifted my hips and licked the flaming hot spot on my ass cheek. I imagined it bore the mark of his handprint. It would eventually fade…
“You’ve never been spanked before, gorgeous?” He dotted kisses on my red skin. “Hard to believe a sassy, impossibly defiant woman such as yourself hasn’t been punished.”
“Storm?” I moaned his name.
“Yeah, Angel?” His fingers dipped between my thighs, discovering how wet he’d made me. He groaned and kissed my ass again.
“Please, I need you.”
“That right? You gonna stop saying stupid shit? Stop doubting my words. ’Cause I’ll tell you, Angel, I say what I mean and mean what I say.”
I attempted to turn toward him, so I could see his handsome face. When he didn’t stop me, I straddled his lap and cradled his face in my hands. We gazed into each other’s eyes while I stroked his cheeks, his bristly beard tickling the pads of my thumbs.
Something in me shifted. I couldn’t put a name to it or a feeling. All I knew was Storm claimed a piece of my heart when I wasn’t looking. Each time we were together, every kiss, every touch, the spot grew deeper and more profound. It terrified me too.
Storm could shatter every piece of me.
We hadn’t even connected intimately, but I knew once we did, I wouldn’t be able to walk away. The attraction I felt, this feeling of familiarity, was intense. It was like I’d known him my whole life.
Scared as I was of Storm’s absolute power, I wanted him. It might be a fatal mistake, given he was the president of a motorcycle club. But at this moment, I didn’t care.
Rubbing my pussy on his stomach, I peppered kisses over the apples of his cheeks and down his nose. With each kiss, I ground harder, coating him with my arousal.
“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned, cupping my breasts and rolling the tight peaks between his thumbs and index fingers.
I threw my head back, picking up speed as I bucked and moaned louder than I ever realized I was capable of. My body was on fire. My pussy swelled and pulsed. The need to come was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Storm wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and touched his lips lightly to mine. He took his time discovering my mouth with sensual, languid strokes of his tongue. His appearance didn’t scream sensual or gentle. Fierce with a touch of wicked prowess? Absolutely. Yet here he was with his decadent kisses, lulling me into a dream-like state.
“I need a taste, baby.” He gently laid me on my back, my head nearly hanging off the edge at the foot of the bed. “Smooth as silk…” His finger skated over my pussy. I was glad he liked my Brazilian wax.
A low, carnal growl sent a shiver up my spine as the mattress dipped at my feet. I was so blissed-out, there was nothing he could do I’d object to.
“Help yourself…” The breathy words eddied from my lips like a sultry plume of smoke. My eyes closed in anticipation of the first oral sex I’d had in a long time.
