Page 17 of Storm

“Spread them,” he says, nudging my thighs.

“I can do that.”

“Or I can do it. Spread them, Kenz.” It’s a demand this time. And I do it. I spread my legs, and Storm begins to wash my inner thighs before going up further. The bar of soap hits the floor right before his hand is there. He’s massaging my pussy, and my chest is heaving. I know that I agreed to this, but why the hell does it have to feel so good?

Storm keeps massaging me before slapping his hand against my pussy. I gasp loudly, and he does it again. My nipples pebble, and my breathing comes faster.

“You like it?” I don’t answer him. I can’t. “Tell me, Kenz. Do you like it?” Another slap and I moan loudly this time.

“Yes,” I whisper. He groans before pulling away from me, and that’s when I move. He can’t turn me on like this and then just move. That’s not fair.

I grab his cock, and my lips part, my eyes shooting to his. He smirks at me as I tilt my head.

“What is that?”

“You never heard of pearling?” I shake my head.

“No.”

“It’s small beads inserted under the skin,” he tells me.

“Why would you want that done?” I ask now.

“Stroke my cock,” he says instead of answering me. I almost move my hand, and he must be able to see the look in my eyes because he shakes his head and wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to stroke it.

Once he sees I’m going to do it myself, he lets go and tips his head back. I keep stroking it, wondering what it would feel like inside of me. Is it going to hurt? Does it hurt him?

“You were a kid when you went to prison,” I say.

“Yeah. Had this done not long before I went in.”

“As a kid?”

“I was always a big kid, Kenz,” he groans as I keep stroking him. I’m about to drop to my knees when he reaches for me, dragging my body into his. My hands slam against his chest once more before he lowers his head, his lips hovering close to mine.

“You want me to kiss you?” He asks. Do I? I don’t fucking know what I want. I don’t really want to do this, but I agreed to it. I nod my head slowly, and Storm leans down, pressing his lips to mine. At first, the kiss is gentle, but it doesn’t take long for it to turn lethal. The way he devours my mouth has my knees shaking. The way his tongue slips past my lips and toys with mine has my insides on fire.

I swore I wasn’t going to be with a guy in the club, and here I am kissing him. No. That’s not what this is. This is a simple deal. He can fuck me, and I can learn what I need to protect myself. That’s all this is.

His hands fall to my ass, gripping the cheeks in his hands before lifting me and pressing me against the wall of the shower. He pulls his mouth from mine and groans.

“You know how much I wanna be inside of you?” He growls. I shake my head, feeling my lips swollen.

“Yeah, you do, Kenz. You know exactly what I want.” He drops his hand between us and grabs his cock, touching it to my entrance. My lips part before he slowly shoves himself inside of me.

“Oh God,” I say softly, but then he makes me scream. He plunges in, thrusting as hard and as deep as he possibly can. The beads drag against my sensitive areas, causing me to squirm.

“What do they feel like?” He asks, pressing his lips to my neck before sinking his teeth in. I cry out from the pain as he rolls his hips. “Tell me,” he demands this time.

“I can’t even describe it,” I whine as he keeps going. He pumps into me so roughly that I think I’m going to break in two right before he pulls out.

“Get out,” he says, stepping away from me and out of the shower. He turns the water off and watches me, waiting. I step out, and he reaches for me, shoving me against the counter before he’s back inside of me. I’m bent over the counter, and he’s fucking me as we both look in the mirror. I close my eyes, and his hand smacks against my ass.

“Eyes open.”

I quickly snap my eyes open and look at him in the mirror. He looks so damn feral right now and I can’t help but love it. One of his hands leaves my hip and comes up to wrap around my throat. I gasp as he squeezes lightly. My eyes are wide, watching him, watching me.

His other hand grips my hip tighter to the point of pain. I’ve never been fucked like this before. Never this rough. Every guy I’ve ever been with has been easy and gentle with me. But not Storm. He’s taking what he needs, and I’m happily giving it to him.