Page 88 of Fierce Storm
I’ve gone fucking mad.
Too bad I want this just as much as she does.
Keeley mewls softly as I begin—my fingers exploring as I stare at her glistening core. Her breathing picks up, and she lies back, angling her hips to give me better access and a better view.
As I gently roll her clit, I bite my lip to restrain myself just as Keeley hisses under her breath, her own lips trapped between her teeth when I glance up at her.
“This is so good, Sal. Fuck. Just like that.”
With a nod, I circle her bud one more time before spreading her bare lips and rolling my chair closer, suppressing a groan as my cock aches.
Keeley sits up so fast that I chuckle. “Oh, God. I mean, oh, Sal, are you going to—” She leans forward, grabbing my shoulders, and I shake my head.
“Lie back, Keeley. I can’t do anything with this angle.”
She glances down at my fingers almost squashed into the desk and laughs. “As you were.”
After lying back again, she brings her knees up to her chest andholy fucking shit, I’ve never really thought about a pussy being beautiful before, but fuck, is she beautiful.
She writhes on the desk as I stare at her, her hips subtly rolling as though she’s fucking the air.
And I want to shower her with compliments, tell her I want to spend every day worshipping her goddess-like body, only I shouldn’t. Not yet. Neither of us is ready for that. I shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
“Please touch me,” she pleads impatiently, bringing me back to the moment.
“I am.” I tap my thumbs down where I’m spreading her, and I don’t have to look to know she’s rolling her eyes.
“Sal.”
“Okay. I’ll stop making this about me and focus on you.” A breath rushes from her mouth, and I smile as I lean forward, blowing on her clit, my fingers gliding through her heat.
“Like this?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“And this?” I rub her clit, playing with the bud, and her body jolts.
“Yes. Yes.”
I tease her for a moment, moving slowly toward her entrance, only pausing to glance up at her. And when our eyes lock, her wanton expression completely does me in.
“Fuck, Keels. You look perfect right now.”
She’s so wet that I slide a finger easily inside her, an unrestrained groan flying out of me when she cries out my name. “Sal.”
With my teeth clenched, I watch as her pussy sucks me in, coating my finger in her arousal.
Holding my breath, I pump my finger a couple of times before adding a second and scissoring them inside her, my gaze never once moving from between her legs.
She bucks her hips, rolling her pussy against my hand until I press my thumb against her clit, grinding it a few times with increased pressure.
“Yes. Fuck. Oh G… Sal.”
“Good girl.”
“Jesus. This is. Ah. Don’t stop.”
I continue with my ministrations until I can’t wait any longer, my need to taste her taking over my mind.
