Page 62 of The Final Storm
I melt with that single word. He thrusts his hips hard and fast and the sound of our skin coming together echoes in the room. Every push and pull of his cock makes him grunt with effort. “You feel so good,” he growls into my neck. “So fucking perfect. I want to put another baby inside you.”
My heart thuds with his words, and I put one hand over my other breast, pinching my nipple.
“I want that,” he continues. “I want to fill you up with my cum every fucking chance I get because this is mine.” His cock grows, stretching me further. It’s too much I try to pull away, but there’s nowhere to go. I’m pinned against the wall, his massive cock so deep, filling me past my limits.
“Too much,” I whine. “Sam, ah!”
“You want me to stop?” he pauses.
I shake my head. “N-no.”
He slows down, moving both hands to my hips. Thumbs graze along my backside with his rhythmic motions, spreading me apart.
“You want this?” he offers, pushing one thumb inside my back entrance. My thighs shake, and he wraps his other arm around my waist. “You want all of it, don’t you? I’ll give you everything, and watch you come on my cock - my face. That’s what mywifegets.”
He’s flustered from what happened with the captain, but I love it. I love this Sam that wants to prove to me we’re in this together, that he wants only me. His rough hands on my skin and the way he’s speaking make me spill over the edge.
Another orgasm ripples through my body, and my walls clutch against his cock. “Good girl, milk it,” he gasps. “Just like that.”
I moan with each wave of pleasure, and then feel him explode, his cum pouring out between thrusts, dripping down my legs.
If he lets me go, I’ll fall to the floor. He’s the only thing holding me up, and when he removes himself completely, strong arms lift me and place me on the bed. I curl into a ball and hear the sound of running water and then the shift of the mattress when he sits down.
One hand rolls me to my back. He lifts one leg, and a warm rag runs up my thigh. He’s cleaning me up, looking over every inch of my skin, and when he’s finished, he wraps a blanket around me, giving me a languid kiss on the mouth. His tongue caresses mine before he pulls back, looking down at me with a satisfied smile.
“We need to talk about-”
“Not tonight,” he cuts me off. “Rest tonight.”
“I slept an entire day away,” I argue. “The storm.”
“Is holding steady.” He saunters over to the sink, giving me a view of his perfect ass. “And you’ll rest another night.”
“Lori’s coming to talk,” I say between yawns.
“No, she’s not. I told her to give us the night. We’ll talk in the morning.”
I want to argue. My brain tells me to argue, but my body won’t listen. It begs me to sleep, and I think about all the things I want to say to Sam, listening to the water run. It’s the last thing I hear when I drift off.
When my eyes open, the sound of water surrounds me. Its noise fills my ears and drowns out everything, even my thoughts. Waves slap against the hull of a boat, sending their mist across my body. I scramble to the edge to look for BeLew, but I don’t see them. My legs move on their own, jumping over the side, and I dive into the depths of the ocean.
I sink into the abyss of dark water that blurs my sight and fills my ears and mouth. When my limbs obey and I swim for the surface, a light appears from above, illuminating a dozen people moving in one direction. I make it to the surface and follow the crowd, standing once again on the familiar shore. I spin in a circle to look for my sister, but I’m alone.
The sounds change to the rush of strong winds close by. A storm barrels down in the distance, growing closer while I stand watching it draw near. I can hardly stay upright when it becomes a wall of clouds and rain, taking over every inch of my sight. The roaring wind yanks my body in every direction.
I float up, being carried away until there’s nothing, and I’m gone.
Chapter 22
Scars
Isitupinbed too fast and my head throbs, sending me back down into the mattress. Voices come from the other room.
“She’s eating better,” Lori says. “But they want to check her out every day.”
I turn over in the bed and see her through the doorway, talking to Sam. BeLew still looks asleep, limbs sprawled out like starfish in every direction.
“I’ll take her. Luke’s already there. You stay with her.”
