by Sloan Storm
She moved her lips like they kept time with a metronome – kissing and pausing, kissing and pausing, kissing and pausing her way down until she wound up between my legs. I looked down to see her squatting and reaching for the base of my shaft. Tempest guided it towards her mouth, her tongue dancing around the tip and licking away the chocolate.
Oh man. Wow.
“Fuck,” I groaned, reaching behind and bracing myself on the countertop.
For several tortuous seconds, Tempest bobbed her mouth around the head, each time circling it with her tongue. I bit my lip so goddamn hard I thought the fucking thing would split and bleed. Mercifully, she stopped for a second, making a wet pop with her mouth when she pulled away.
“Mmmm, yummy.”
I looked down at her, trying to keep my shit together. “There’s more where that came from. You…”
Before I could say another word, Tempest lurched forward, swallowing my cock into her mouth. I leaned my head back again, nearly overwhelmed with the mind splitting feel of her sweet velvet lips sliding up and down my shaft.
Tempest moaned and groaned while she jerked on my dick. Once I’d recovered from the initial shock of her warm lips around me, I reached for the fudge, digging my fingers inside of it again.
The trail left behind by her mouth glistened and shined. With my fingers covered in the sticky chocolate, I lowered them towards the movement of her satin lips, drizzling and coating myself again.
Tempest jerked me harder, her hand pulsing up and down my entire length while she consumed every drop of chocolate I left for her. Few things were more satisfying than the feel of her mouth around me. Even so, I’d pulled a lot of goodies out of the refrigerator, and I was hungry as a mother fucker.
Without a word, I reached down towards Tempest, helping her stand. Looking me in the eye, she reached to the corner of her mouth and wiped at it. “Why did you stop me? Did we run out of fudge?”
“No, baby. You’re not the only one with an appetite. Remember?”
With that, I reached for her hips and picked her up off the ground, setting her on the countertop. Man, I could have broken that marble in two my cock was so goddamn hard.
I looked into her eyes.
“What are you hungry for?” she asked.
I curled my fingers inward into a fist and made a sweeping motion across the counter, sending everything crashing to the ground. I mean, every fucking bit of it. Glass broke, bottles busted, shit sprayed and splashed everywhere. Tempest recoiled, the suddenness of the movement catching her off guard.
“Oh my God!” she yelled. “Why did you…?”
I shook my head. “Don’t talk. You asked me what I was hungry for, remember?”
She nodded.
I licked my lips, reaching for her thighs and spreading them. Before she could utter another word, I wrapped my fingers around my dick, driving it deep inside of her. She was always wet for me, always ready, and this time was no different. I glided between her folds, descending until my cock vanished inside of her.
Fuck. Food.
I’d eat later.
I’d learned to go a lot longer than this without eating in the military. Shit, if Tempest left it up to me, we might not eat again for days. Grabbing hold of the counter’s edge with my hands, I wasted no time, grinding my hips into her.
Tempest mewled, howling a primal call and tossing her head back. Her lazy curls flashed in front of my eyes while she leaned back on the countertop bracing herself with her hands.
“Ohh, shit. Dorian, baby.”
Goddamn that would never get old.
Hearing her say my name, begging me to give her more and more, sent shocks up and down my body. My muscles flexed, my skin tightened. I came to fucking life all over again, fire racing through me. Tipping forward, I arched my torso over hers.
Tempest’s fantastic tits rocked back and forth, nipples hardened like pebbles begging to be touched, fondled, sucked. I continued to rock my pelvis against hers, slamming with powerful thrusts over and over.
I hovered just above one of her breasts. Reaching for it, I filled my hand with the huge orb until it literally spilled out of my grasp. Perfectly round and delicious, having them in my mouth instead of some food would be just fine. I dropped my head towards it, swallowing the nipple in my mouth.
Fuck!
I tasted the remnants of the last few hours we’d spent together on her. It was a mix of sweat and effort, a blend of our bodies meshing, like we would from now on, forever. I suckled at her, swishing my tongue with quick strokes back and forth, up and down.
Tempest wiggled under me, the heat of my tongue moving across her skin getting her attention. She moaned and reached towards my head, slipping her fingers through my hair and making sensual twists and turns, curling her fingers in every direction. Her gentle touch in the midst of my unrelenting effort only stoked my desire further.
Tempest lifted her head, tendrils of her long hair draping over her shoulders. I leaned away from her breast and slowed my thrusts, easing in and out of her slick folds with long pulls.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
Her lips parted, full and eager. I loved the feel of them anywhere and everywhere on my body. With a slow descent of my head, I dragged my tongue across my lips and pressed my mouth against hers. Tempest swept her legs up, her silky smooth skin brushing against the outsides of my thighs.
Our mouths locked, two tongues gliding, tasting, taunting. I reached for her face, curling my fingers down the perfect skin of her cheek. Taking a breath, I separated my lips from hers, lowering my head further towards her neck.
“Ohhhh…” she whispered in a ragged breath, curling her cheek towards me.
I kissed and licked at the skin between her chin and her shoulder. Her thick hair draped over my head, soft strands tickling the back of my neck with each subtle move of her head. The entire time, she continued to drag her fingers across my scalp, down the back of my head and back again, making lazy, sexy circles.
Tempest eased back, lying flat on the counter. After peppering the soft skin of her neck with a few final kisses, I rose and looked down at her, taking in the perfection of her curves. Standing upright, I slid my hands down her torso, tracing the hourglass contours until I came to her hips, curling my hands into them.
While I did, Tempest followed close behind with her hand, moving down the midline of her body, gliding across her feminine softness until at last, she reached her clit. Wasting no time, she started to circle it, grinding her hips up at the same time. With her other hand, she covered a breast, groping and kneading her flesh.
Her fingers started to flick, dancing with furious strokes across her pink, exposed flesh. Tempest began to gulp for air, gasping and rasping, her stomach rising and falling with the approach of her release.
I plowed into her. The sight of her touching herself swelled my erection to new levels, bordering on painful. Every muscle in my body fired, fusing together for the purpose of satisfying her need and quenching my desire. Nothing would stand in my way of making both those fucking things happen.
Nothing.
29
Making It Official (Tempest)
The soreness of having Dorian’s huge cock inside of me faded into a kind of numb bliss hours ago. The truth was I’d probably never get used to it. I didn’t care.
I opened my eyes, filling my gaze with the spectacular vision of his rock hard torso, thrusting against me. My nerve endings burned, transferring the heat between my thighs and focusing it on my clit.
“I’m coming.” I moaned. “I’m coming, baby.”
Dorian drove inside, filling me completely. I knew from the way his body moved, from the way his cock thickened inside of me, he was on the verge as well.
“Come with me,” I hissed. “Come inside of me.”
“Shit!” he yelled.
Dorian tightened his grip on the crease in my hips, pulling me against his pelvis and holding me there. That was enough to send me right
to the brink. I rubbed my clit with ferocity, every tick of the clock bringing me closer and closer.
And then… it happened.
I arched my lower back. “It’s… I’m coming! Baby! Baby!”
“Yeah, yes!” Dorian grunted, grinding into me with a relentless force. “Go baby, go!”
The sensation swirled low in my abdomen, gathering and building. In seconds, it swept through me in pulses, shocks radiating all over my body. Shaking, I held my finger on my clit, hoping to sustain the moment for as long as possible. I lurched up, hooking my free hand around Dorian’s thick neck and upper back muscles.
“Shit!” I screamed. “Oh yes, I… I!”
Dorian thrusted inside of me, those muscular hips slamming into my pelvis. His huge balls contracted, thick pulses of his manhood streaming into me.
“Fuck!” he yelled! “Fuuuuccckk!”
My climax sent my entire body into a series of convulsions. Desperate for all he had to give, I reached up with both hands and dug my fingers into his ass. His entire backside contracted hard, flexing forward and driving his dick deep inside, deeper than it had ever been before.
Our lips crashed together in wild celebration of our first shared orgasm. We rocked and shook in each other’s arms, the heaven of mutual climaxes consuming us. The moment couldn’t have been more perfect, more dreamlike, more an expression of utter joy.
That is, until the front door opened.
“Hello?”
Ah-Ainsley? But she was supposed to be… Wha?
“Dor-!” I whispered, slapping him. “Ains… Oh fuck, fuck!”
It was hopeless. Frankly, I was beyond the point of caring. Yeah, she was supposed to be gone. Maybe she changed her mind, who knew? Covered in sweat on the kitchen counter and in the middle of body shattering climaxes, there was nothing we could do except… enjoy it.
And that’s exactly what we did. Without words, we communicated with each other nothing would stand in the way of our happiness, of our love for each other.
Nothing and no one, especially not Ainsley.
Dorian never stopped thrusting, letting out a primal grunt to make his point.
Seconds later, Ainsley cleared her throat. “Have fun.”
The front door closed.
Soon after, we collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing. Once that subsided, I poked him.
“I thought you said she was out all night.”
“Yeah.”
“But she…”
He cut me off. “I think it’s time for Ainsley to get her own place. I’ll talk to her about it.”
“She’s not all bad.”
Dorian smiled at me. “The two of you are friends now, aren’t you?”
“We have our ups and downs but more good than bad.”
Dorian pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “We can deal with Ainsley later. Not now though, babe. Not tonight.”
Honestly, it was nice not to be at war with her anymore. This was where I belonged now. This was my new family. I smiled back at him.
“I love you, babe.” Dorian continued. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive.”
I draped my arms around his neck, smiling at him. Was this real? Even after all this time, I still had trouble believing it. Dorian leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. The sweet taste of his mouth was all the proof I needed.
“Soon as your dad is out, we’ll make it official. I promise.”
“I know,” I began, reaching up and running my fingers through his hair. “I’m not worried in the least.”
A sudden, mischievous smile spread wide across his face.
“What?” I asked, suddenly concerned.
Dorian didn’t say a word, only lifted me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Let’s go shower woman, it’s time to get you dirty again.”
I wanted to slap him, kiss him, hug him. But, more than anything, I wanted to love him like I’d never loved anyone before and never would again. He swept me into his arms, leaving the chaos of the kitchen behind and heading towards the stairwell.
Hanging over his shoulder, I looked down and watched his hard ass as he started to walk up them, knowing I’d be the only woman to get a look at that, forever.
I smiled.
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Billionaire’s Pursuit
Never Never Man Series - Book #1
Billionaire’s Pursuit
Never Never Man Series (Book #1)
Copyright © 2016 by Sloan Storm.
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States of America.
First published in March, 2015.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.
Synopsis
Recently dumped by my ex, I found myself broke and jobless after five years of chasing stardom in Hollywood. Desperate, I took the advice of my best friend and roommate, Katy, and started my own business in a last ditch effort to prevent a full on meltdown into bankruptcy.
Little did I expect my first client to be a man like Grey Sinclair. Young, rich and cruelly handsome, he had a reputation for making women squirm in his presence. When I first saw his image in a photo, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel an irritating stir in places I shouldn’t have.
Even so, if I failed at making a good impression on him, it could not only mean the end of my business but all my dreams as well. With that much on the line, I would have no problem keeping my urges in check.
Right?
1
The Hell With It (Maddie)
“Ow! Shit!” I yelled, as I slipped the first two fingers of my hand into my mouth. I flicked at the singed tips with tender strokes from my tongue. All the while my egg and cheese breakfast sandwich, overcooked and smoking slightly, mocked me through a half-opened microwave door.
“Oh the hell with it,” I muttered as I snatched it from inside the oven. It was too burnt to eat, so I pitched it in the trash and took one last swig of my lukewarm black coffee. The bitter liquid rolled across my taste buds and focused my attention on what I had to get done.
I’d eat later.
Just then, an email notification chime from my tablet filled the air.
Finally.
I made my way towards the living room and what I hoped was good news from my roommate. Unless I could land this potential client for my new concierge business, the last five years of my life would wind up as everyone predicted when I came to Los Angeles—a failure. Be that as it may, now wasn’t the time to worry about any of that crap.
Reaching the table, I grabbed my tablet from it. I dragged my still-tender fingertips across the smooth surface and as the screen flickered to life, the email I’d been waiting for from Katy appeared before me in my inbox. I swallowed and tugged a strand of hair behind my ear as I tapped on the message that read, “This is him. You got the bid for the job! Call me as soon as you open the pic. Katy”
Unable to muster the courage to look at it alone, I grabbed my phone and dialed her up.
“Hey, did you get it?” she asked as she answered my call.
“Yeah, I did. I’m about to open
the file right now. Can I put you on speaker?”
“Okay.”
As I placed the phone down on the table, I pressed the hands free button and a split second later, the fuzzy echo of the speaker phone crackled in the air.
“Well?” Katy said. “You got it open yet?”
“Geez, gimme a second would ya? What’s the rush?”
“I’m busy, Maddie. We need to get on this right away.”
“Okay, okay.” As she spoke, I clicked on the file she’d sent me and when I did, the stranger’s image filled the screen.
“Well?” Katy demanded.
My fingertips moistened along the edges of my tablet as I sunk back into the couch. The feel of the cool leather against my skin heightened my awareness. I narrowed my gaze on the man in the picture. Chiseled features and tanned skin enhanced his almond-shaped, chocolate brown eyes. His gaze pierced my slightly smudged screen with the focus of a male lion in its prime. It was the look of a person to whom everything was given, nothing refused.
Really?
This is the first client she wants to send me? What sounded like a great idea a couple of days earlier didn’t seem like one now.
Not at all.
“Maddie,” Katy began, as she took notice of my silence. “What’s going on with you? Do you have the picture open or not?”
I chewed my lower lip between my teeth.
“Maddie?”
“Um, okay. Wow, Katy. Couldn’t you send me someone a little easier for my first time?”
“What do you mean? Easier?”
“I dunno, I thought he’d be… you know, older?”
“No, you mean not good looking. Don’t you?”
“No,” I lied.
“You need a referral, Maddie. Have you heard from anyone else you sent proposals to yet?”
“No.”
“Well, you need business. What’s better than word of mouth from one of the richest men in the country? What difference does it make if he happens to be handsome as well?”
“None, I guess. You’re right,” I said, as I exhaled and lowered my tablet to my lap. The warmth from the device felt good against the skin of my exposed legs. It reassured me, but only a little.
