“That’s my girl. Fuck, your mouth is perfect. There is nothing better than pushing my dick down that tight little throat of yours.”
She gags a little, but then recovers, and I keep going, thrusting into her until the tingling starts in my spine, and then I pull out.
“No!”
“I’m not coming in your mouth.” I shake my head and pull her up from her knees as she wipes the spit off her chin. “I’m coming in your pussy, after you’ve made a fucking mess of my fingers first.”
I sit in one of the chairs, then tug her over me, and before she can sink down onto my cock, I push two fingers deep inside her wet cunt and grin when they clench around me.
“God, your pussy’s tight.”
“It’s so good.” She rests her forehead against mine, riding my fingers. “God, you always hit the right spot. I can’t stay like this. I’ll lose my balance.”
“Yes, you can.”
She shakes her head, but I press my thumb to her clit, and it’s my hands keeping her up as she shudders over me, coming so hard around my fingers, it’s a wonder they don’t break.
“Look at you. Christ, you’re the most beautiful thing. You’re dripping down my hand, baby.”
She shudders again, and before she collapses on me, I pull my hand out, then line my cock up against her entrance and push up inside her, making us both groan.
“Fuuuuck, you take me so well,” I growl against her lips. “So fucking perfect.”
“Brooks.”
“That’s right. I’m the one inside you, baby.” I take her face in one hand and kiss her softly as the other guides her up and down. “I want you to hear what I’m about to say to you.”
“I’m listening,” she whispers against my lips.
“A man’s job is to calm storms, not create them. Do you hear me?”
Tears fill her eyes, and she nods, watching me.
“I’m the calm in every fucking storm. Me. If you’re having a bad day, or a bad minute, or whatever, you let me help you. Because this?—”
I surge up inside her, and she gasps.
“—is us. Do you hear the rain?”
“Yeah, I hear it.”
“This is what you think about when it rains, Wildfire.”
“How did I survive without you?” Her voice is broken as she collapses against me, her face in my neck. Her hips are still rocking. I’m buried so deep inside her, I don’t know where I end and she begins. “How, Brooks?”
“It doesn’t matter. The point is, wedidsurvive, and we’re here now.”
“Thank fuck.”
I plant my hands on her ass and lift her, then guide her back down again, and she gasps.
“Now, I want you to come all over this dick, baby.”
She starts to move faster, harder, and when she leans back, I pull one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard.
“God, yes,” she groans. “Shit, I’m gonna?—”
“Do it.” My voice is so hard now, and it only makes her clench around me harder. “Fucking come for me, Juliet. Right the fuck now.”
