Ruthless Salvation

17

I didn’t last long, nor did I care. She made me so f*****g hard every damn day that I knew I’d be ready for a second round. Maybe even a third and fourth. I’d f**k her until my d**k fell off if I could.

A sharp surge of tingles drew my balls up tight before white lightning exploded through my veins. My back curved with release, my body’s last ditch effort to reach as far inside her as possible.

I lay my forehead on her shoulder while I recovered. I’d never been so damn dizzy after s*x.

You f****d her within an inch of your life. Both your lives.

And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Speaking of … I lowered us to the ground and lay Storm on her back. She watched me with a glint of curiosity. When she recognized my intent as I brought my face to her spread thighs, she tried to sit upright.

“But your c*m…” she protested warily.

“Is exactly where it should be,” I assured her firmly. And the f****d-up thing was, I meant it. I hadn’t used a condom, and I couldn’t bring myself to care—about tasting myself on her or the possibility of pregnancy.

I’d never pulled that s**t in my life—not even at my drunkest—but Storm was different. Always had been and always would be.

“We aren’t leaving here until those thighs try to squeeze the life from me.” I pressed her legs apart and circled her opening with my tongue before licking up to her c**t. The taste was intoxicating, if only because she tasted like mine.

I pulled down the cups of her bra and teased her n*****s into puckered pebbles with my fingers, wishing my mouth could be in two places at once. I wanted to run my lips over every damn inch of her. Lick the salt from every one of her delicious curves.

If one person could be made for another, then I had no doubt Storm was made just for me. Everything about her was so f*****g perfect. She captivated each of my senses until nothing else existed but her. And judging by the arousal dripping from her p***y, her body was responding to mine in a similar fashion.

She was already primed from riding my c**k, her body desperate for release. I pumped my fingers deep inside her while I flicked my tongue over her swollen c**t. Her knees spread wider, a silent plea for more. She was so f*****g responsive. I loved the feel of her hand clenched in my hair and the occasional sting of pain. All of it drove me onward in a desperate pursuit to see her come undone.

When her legs began to pulse and jerk, I knew she was on the cusp. I kept my fingers inside her and circled that internal bundle of nerves relentlessly.

“Oh God. Yesss.” Her body arched up off the concrete as it exploded with release, making me wish I could see the curve of her spine from behind. I wanted to see her come in every way possible, in every position and from every angle. I wanted more of her in any way I could get it. My brain violently rejected the possibility that I might never touch her again.

Consumed with a desire for more, I slowly eased my touch and allowed her to recover, but only because I needed her ready for more. I’d never been a patient man, however.

As soon as I kicked off my shorts, I scooped Stormy into my arms and took her over to the ancient Formica vanity.

“Hands on the counter,” I instructed after I’d set her on the ground facing a dusty mirror.

“Again?” Her wide eyes stared at me in the mirror.

“This time, we come together.”

Her head made small jerking movements back and forth. “I can’t. I haven’t ever…”

“Haven’t what?”

“Come … during penetration.”

I leaned in so that my lips were close to her ear, my c**k teasing her backside. “There’s no rules here, Stormy. I want back inside you. I want to watch your f**k-me lips part as I push inside you. If that heavenly pink p***y of yours wants to feel how painfully hard you make me, lay those palms on the counter and let me make you feel good.”

Hesitantly, she leaned forward. It was the most beautiful goddamn sight I’d ever seen. Ass pressed out, round and curvy and begging for attention. My hand absently caressed her smooth skin. The thought of my handprint marking her was an impulse I couldn’t resist. A resounding slap pierced the air as my palm made contact with her right ass cheek.

A tendril of worry surfaced that I might have hurt her, only to have it vanquished with intense satisfaction when she arched even further and produced a guttural moan.

“f**k, you’d look incredible with my c*m shot across your back.” I soothed the heated skin with a caress. “Do you touch yourself when you’re alone?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.” I adored the way she immediately obeyed except that she dropped her gaze to the sink. “Eyes on me.”

As soon as her eyes met mine, I surged inside her. She felt so damn good that my hands clamped down on her hips with a bruising grip. I breathed deeply, in then out, trying to maintain control of myself and not f**k her like a goddamn animal.

When I started to move inside her, Storm’s lips parted, and her hand picked up speed. She wasn’t just following instructions; she was feeling it.

Lost in the moment with me.

Fuck it. Restraint is overrated.

I lay my hand flat on her upper back and bent her farther forward. “You drive me out of my goddamn mind.” My ragged words were the only warning she had before I pounded into her, pistoning relentlessly in pursuit of my sanity. As though somewhere deep inside her, I might find a cure for the madness that plagued me.

Stormy didn’t just steady herself against my assault; she pressed back into my thrusts with all her might as though she were the one f*****g me. She rode my c**k, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight unraveled my DNA until I was nothing but the most primal of my basic instincts. My body clenched with preparedness to fight off rivals, and my lips parted with the release of a savage roar. As the possessive bellow rang in the air, Storm’s inner muscles clamped like a f*****g fist around my c**k. She let out a wanton moan as her release overtook her. Wave after wave, her body seized and clenched, driving me over the cliff’s edge with her.

Never in my life had I experienced anything more fundamentally raw.

I had to wrap Storm in my arms and hug her to me to keep her upright, her body trembling all over. Our chests heaved in tandem as we steadied ourselves and processed what had passed between us. Not that it could be fully processed or understood, the same way the indiscriminate chaos of a tornado struck with no explanation. This consuming chemistry rendered us powerless.