Taken by Storm
He gave her a wicked grin as he began to slowly unbuckle his
black leather belt. His pace only served to stoke her need for him, so she
pushed his hands out of the way and took over his undressing. When at last he
had slithered out of his jeans and briefs, his cock sprung free and hard.
He clearly wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He returned his attention to her breasts, sucking her tender
nipples, making her squeal when he once again nipped at one with his teeth. The
surprise made her arch her back, but very soon, the flash of pain simmered into
an aching pleasure.
He wrapped his large hands around her ass, squeezing her
flesh hard. A bolt of lightning danced across the room, turning Leo’s
brown-eyed gaze golden. He looked unearthly at that moment, but she wanted him
so badly, she wouldn’t have cared if he was the devil himself.
Unexpectedly, he flipped her over. Now he was astride her,
making her feel trapped and completely under his control. He ran his hands down
the length of each of her arms, spreading them out.
He lowered himself and began nuzzling her neck. When he
spoke her name into her ear, his whispers tickled and aroused her, making her
moan and thrust against him.
“Don’t move a muscle,” he warned her. “You are mine and will
obey me.”
She wanted him so badly she could’ve cried, but she nodded
anyway. She didn’t want to break the spell. She feared that if she challenged
him, and he stopped, she might go mad with desire.
He savored her neck, then his lips traveled down to her
breasts once more. Briefly, he cupped her breasts and then, with his warm, wet
tongue, he licked at each nipple. The pleasure of his tongue traveled straight
to her pussy, which she wished he would touch or taste--or anything--her need
was so great. She pressed her hips against him, wanting him inside her. His
hard, ready cock was so close, but she wanted it closer. She wanted him to
thrust inside her, to take her like she had never been taken before.
He gripped her hips, “Remember, I told you not to move,” he
said with a silky tone.
She readily nodded, “OK, but please, please come
inside me soon.”
“All in good time, Maggie,” he brusquely answered. The sound
of her name from his lips made her giddy. “We have all night.”
“No, I mean yes, but,” she started to say, but he laid a
finger across her mouth. “Be patient.”
The man infuriated her! She tried to rise, but his weight on
her slight form was too much.
He gave her another one of his wicked grins, and lowered his
head, over her belly this time. When his lips and tongue teased her sensitive
skin below her belly button, she bucked against him despite herself.
Spreading her legs wider apart, his lips traveled lower down
her body to her pink thong panties. His dark eyes bore into hers as he slid
them down her slender legs, revealing her glistening folds. Knowing that he was
looking at her bare pussy, made her feel deliciously exposed, and her need for
him grew. As if he sensed her urgency, he slowly let his tongue lap up and down
her clit. She moaned and pressed against his tongue, encouraging him to lick
more, to lick faster.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get her hormones under
control. But, like the crazed lightning outside, which she could still see
flashing from behind her closed eyelids, it was a lost cause. She wanted him so
badly. All around them, the storm raged, and the heat of their bodies together
made her feel like she was in the devil’s forge.
When his lips left her pussy, she cried out.
He paid her no heed. Instead, he caressed the soft skin of
her inner thighs and let his hands slide under her ass. Then, he kneeled and
lifted her hips, bringing her throbbing, wet pussy back to his mouth. He let
his tongue stab inside her, and she rocked unselfconsciously against him.
Nothing else mattered except her need to come. At last, he tongued her clit
with purpose, and she felt the primal urgency of orgasm begin to build.
Pressing herself against his face and his tongue, she moved her hips in time
with his movements, her climax building and building until at last, as she held
her breath, her orgasm crested. Her body melted, and she cried as she felt the
pleasure ripple through every inch of her body.
When she stopped moving, but was still panting, he lowered
her hips and drove his hard cock inside her. This time she screamed--from
pleasure and relief--and she eagerly met him thrust for thrust.
As he pounded his cock inside her, his hands gripped around
her waist, keeping her tight against his body. With half-lidded eyes, his gaze
met hers, and she saw how his eyes were inflamed with the fires of his lust.
And, in the flashing light of storm, his tattoo almost seemed to come to life.
She would’ve sworn it was writhing around his chest and bicep, but given her
lust-crazed mind, she assumed that it was the trick of the flashing light.
When he pulled out of her, she felt bereft and cried out loud.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” his voice rumbled.
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