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His hand rubbed roughly over the swell in his jeans. “Nice. Now run your finger over
yourself and tell me if you’re wet.”

She stroked her slick flesh. “Yes, very wet.”

“Show me.”

She held up her finger, shiny from the moisture.

“Come here. I want to suck on your finger.”

She smiled and shook her head.

“Fine. Then put it in your mouth and suck it for me.”

She slid her finger into her mouth and sucked on it, thinking of his big, hard cock.
She stroked it in and out, then sucked until her cheeks hollowed.

“Oh, fuck, I want you, baby.”

She sucked harder, continuing to stroke her finger in and out.

“Fuck, get your ass over here now.”

Before she realized it she was halfway across the room. Now
that
was an authoritative tone.

“Kneel in front of me and get my fucking cock out.”

She knelt down, then stroked over his big bulge. God, he was so thick and hard. She
unfastened his snap, then drew the zipper down. Slowly. When she reached inside and
wrapped her fingers around him, he groaned.

“God damn it. Suck it, baby.”

Barely waiting for him to finish his command, she leaned forward and swallowed his
cockhead whole, needing it in her mouth so badly she thought she’d faint. It was hard
and filled her mouth so full. She swirled her tongue over the tip, then swallowed
the saliva in her mouth, which she’d read caused powerful suction. He groaned so hard,
she jerked back.

“Oh, God, did I hurt you?” Damn it, what was she doing? He’d just been in an accident.

He planted his hand on her head and guided her back to his erection. “Only when you
stop. Fuck, that was incredible.”

She laughed and guided his cock between her lips again. She squeezed him in her mouth,
then swallowed again, eliciting another groan. She bobbed up and down, taking him
deep.

His hand rested on the crown of her head, guiding her to the rhythm he liked.

She could feel him getting close, growing more rigid.

“Stop.”

At his sudden command, she stopped, then gazed up at him, his cock still deep in her
mouth. He grasped her shoulders and drew her upward. His cock fell from her mouth.

“But you were so close.”

“I know. But I want to be inside you when I come.”

She shook her head. “It’s not a good idea.”

“It’s a fucking excellent idea. Now get up here and get on my cock.”

Her hand was still wrapped around his hard, hot member and she wanted it inside her
so much, but—

“I said now.”

At his sharp command, she found herself stripping off her panties, then kneeling on
the couch, straddling him. She grasped his hard cock and guided it to her slick flesh.
Slowly, she eased herself down on him, his big cock gliding deep inside her. She whimpered
at the sheer pleasure of its girth stretching her tight passage.

Once he was fully immersed in her, they sat eye-to-eye, unmoving. His cock twitched
and her muscles tightened in response.

“God damn it, fuck me, woman!”

She gasped at his words and the feel of his pelvis rocking forward, pushing his huge
cock a little deeper.

She lifted herself, letting his shaft drag against her inner passage, then she lowered
herself. Then lifted again. He grasped her hips and helped her rock up and down. She
followed the rhythm he set. He was incredibly hard inside her, and his breathing was
rapid.

She was close, intense pleasure pulsing through her, but she fought back the impending
orgasm, wanting to wait for him.

She bobbed up and down like a piston, his big member filling her with each stroke.
His face was growing red, but he didn’t seem to be getting any closer.

She leaned forward and nibbled his ear. “What’s wrong, Storm? Am I hurting you?”

“Just keep going.” His breathing was hard and there was a note of frustration in his
voice.

She took his hand and dragged it inside her blouse, cupping it over her breast. Her
hard nipple pushed into his palm. He groaned as he squeezed her soft flesh.

“You feel so fucking good.”

She kept riding him, holding back her own pleasure as that big, hard rod filled her
again and again.

“That feels incredible, but I want your mouth now,” he said, his firm grip on her
hips pulling her from his lap, his cock sliding free. “Kneel,” he ordered.

She did as she was told, grasping his erection with one hand and stroking it while
she cupped his balls with the other. She leaned close and licked one hairless ball,
then eased it into her mouth. She licked and caressed it with her tongue. Then she
tucked the other into her mouth, too, and stroked and sucked until he groaned.

He grabbed her shoulders. “Fuck, I’m so close. Get on me. Now!”

She shifted to his lap and pushed his cock inside her, then drove down. Immediately,
he began to groan. She rode him fast, his cock driving into her deep and hard.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah.” He grunted, then she felt hot liquid fill her.

She kept riding him, even as the tension left his body. His cock softened within her
and she slowed, then came to rest. She smiled at him and he kissed her. His lips moved
tenderly on hers, his arms tightening around her. When their lips parted, she rested
her head on his shoulder.

He didn’t move, or say anything and she wondered if having her sitting on him like
this was painful for him. She drew back, but he pulled her close to his body again,
tightening his embrace.

“You didn’t come.”

“That’s okay,” she said.

He leaned back and glared at her. “No, it’s not okay. This is supposed to be something
we both enjoy.”

She smiled. “I did enjoy it.”

“Great, but you didn’t come.”

She stroked his whisker-roughened cheek. “I’ll come next time.”

His hands clenched into fists. “Fuck, you don’t get it. If I can’t satisfy you … if
I only satisfy my own hunger … what kind of man am I?”

Gazing into his troubled blue eyes, she grasped his face and kissed him.

“You’re blowing this way out of proportion. You’ve just been in an accident.” Damn,
maybe that wasn’t the way to go. Maybe he was afraid something happened in the accident
and he wasn’t as virile as before.

“I’m not talking about the accident, or whatever temporary effects that might mean,”
he said. “I’m talking about using your body for my own desires, then leaving you wanting.
Only a selfish man does a thing like that.”

“A man like your father, you mean?”

He didn’t answer, but she could see it in his eyes.

“You are not like your father.” She kissed his unreceptive lips, then frowned and
drew away. “You never have been and you never will be.”

“And yet, every time I go into command mode, I become selfish.”

“I don’t know where you’re getting that.” She smiled. “I seem to remember that time
in your office, when we pretended I wanted my secretary job back and you ordered me—”

“The first time I took control with Jess, as part of it I punished her. I smacked
her as I fucked her, because it helped to get me off … but I went too far. I was so
concerned about my own pleasure that I hit her again and again, leaving her ass dark
red. I hurt her, and I never wanted to do that, but I got caught up in my own selfish
desires. I took what I needed without regard to her pleasure … or her pain.”

“Oh, Storm. Whatever happened between you and Jessica, I don’t believe that you were
selfish. And I’m sure Jessica wouldn’t have allowed it to go further than she wanted
it to.” She stroked his raspy cheek and gazed into his eyes. “And I know you didn’t
hurt me.” She kissed him. “There’s nothing wrong with getting caught up in your own
pleasure. It takes two, you know. I could have changed things to be more conducive
to my own pleasure, but this time I was more concerned about you. You’ve been in an
accident. You’re stressed and you were having problems. I wanted to ensure it worked
for you.”

“It doesn’t mean—”

She kissed his lips, stopping the words.

“Look, I held back. I could barely stop the orgasm you were giving me, but with great
strength of will”—she grinned and nuzzled his neck—“I was able to do it. I held back
that storm of pleasure, and I’m quite proud of myself.” She pursed her lips. “Don’t
take that away from me.”

*   *   *

Storm stared into her glittering eyes, her pursed lips hiding her smile.

God, this woman was more than he deserved.

“So you’re saying you were able to resist the dizzying effect of my huge cock driving
into you again and again?”

She smiled and nodded.

“You’re right, that is quite an accomplishment.” He grinned and his hand stroked down
her stomach, then between her legs. “I guess that means you’re still turned on. And
very close.”

“Yes, but don’t you think you should—oh!”

His fingers had found her slick flesh and slid inside her. She grasped his shoulders,
her fingers curling around him.

He stroked her clit and she moaned.

“I really think you should—”

“Silence.”

At his commanding tone, her eyes widened and her mouth closed.

“Now sit on the couch and spread your legs. I want to see that slick pussy of yours.”

She slid from his lap and opened her legs. Her folds glistened in the light.

He pushed himself from the couch to the floor, hiding the effects of the painful transition.
It hurt to move, but he didn’t want her to see that. He leaned forward, ignoring the
complaints of his body and stroked her thighs, then buried his face in her slick flesh.
He drove his tongue into her soft, wet opening, swirling in a rapid spiral. Her moans
of pleasure gave him deep satisfaction.

His finger found her clit and he stroked it. She grasped his shoulders. His fingers
glided the length of her slit and he found her clit with his tongue. As he flicked
it, he simultaneously drove two fingers inside her. She gasped.

“Do you like that?” he asked as he finger-fucked her.

“Oh, yes.”

He licked her clit again, keeping a steady rhythm going with his fingers.

“Tell me when you come.”

He covered her with his mouth again and licked and then began to suck on the small
button. She arched against him, moaning. His fingers drove deep into her hot, silky
depths and he could feel his cock growing hard again. She moaned, then her fingers
tightened around his shoulders.

“Oh, God, yes. I’m going to—”

He sucked hard on her clit.

She arched again. “Oh, I’m coming.” She wailed, that sweet sound of release he loved
to hear so much.

He kept driving into her and sucking while she rode the wave of pleasure, gasping
for air, then wailing again. Long and loud.

Finally, she collapsed against the couch and he slowed, then drew back from her sweet,
wet pussy.

She gazed at him, her eyes warm and full of love.

“You see? You had nothing to worry about,” he said.

She laughed. “You’re right. I never should have doubted you.”

*   *   *

Storm sat in an easy chair reading, wondering where Melanie had gone. She’d finished
the breakfast dishes a while ago, then disappeared down the hall. He had hoped she’d
come and curl up beside him and they could read together, or talk, though talking
would probably lead to a discussion about their relationship and he wasn’t sure he
was ready for that yet. He was still annoyed with himself for putting his needs above
hers, even though she’d defused the discussion with her adorable and loving manner.
He still felt he should have put her pleasure first, or at least made it as high a
priority as his own.

Melanie walked down the hallway carrying a small plastic bin. “Do you need anything?”
she asked, poised at the doorway to the kitchen.

“Maybe a coffee,” he said.

She smiled and headed into the kitchen, then returned a moment later and handed him
a steaming cup.

“Are you going to join me?” he asked.

“Actually, I was going into the kitchen to do my nails.”

“Why don’t you do them here?”

She bit her lower lip. “I wouldn’t want to chance getting polish on your carpet, and
it has a strong odor.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do you usually spill your polish?”

“No, but accidents do happen.”

He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Bring your stuff out here.”

“What about the smell?”

“I don’t care about any of that.” He smiled. “I just like being with you.”

She smiled as she turned around, then retrieved the bin from the kitchen. She sat
cross-legged on the floor in front of the glass coffee table, facing him. She laid
down several layers of paper towels, then opened the bin and set out several bottles
of polish, some clear, a couple of dark colors, and a couple of translucent creamy
colors with shimmery flakes floating in them. After she finished painting a clear
base coat on her nails, she examined the dark colors.

She glanced up to see him watching her. She lifted two of the bottles. “Do you like
the green or the purple better?”

“They both look black to me.”

“This is a blackened purple and this is a hunter green.”

He shrugged. “I can’t really tell, but I like green.”

She smiled. “Okay. Green it is.”

After she’d applied the polish, she picked up one of the creams and turned it upside
down, then rolled it between her hands. She opened the bottle and as she stroked the
brush over the surface of her nail, he was amazed to see shimmery, opalescent green
flakes appear.

“That’s pretty impressive,” he commented.

She grinned. “I love flakies. They’re so easy to do, yet the result is always stunning.”

She then proceeded to apply a clear coat of polish over the shimmery green nails.

A buzzing sounded and she glanced at her cell on the table next to her.

“I just got a text from Travis,” she said. “He wants to know if he can FaceTime you.”

Storm grabbed his tablet from the side table. “I’ll answer him.” He opened the app
and clicked on Travis’s e-mail. A moment later, Travis’s smiling face showed up on
the screen.