The world shifted and she was no longer on her feet but flying through the air.
He’d lifted her off her feet and threw her like it was nothing. Like her five feet ten, 170-pound frame was no more than a sixteen-pound shotput.
Lucas dragged his feet against her carpeted floor like he was a bull about to charge and Stormy laughed and used the bed’s bounce to propel herself to a standing position inches from the bed’s edge. She spread her feet apart and placed her hands on her hips in a Wonder Woman stance. Lucas’s grin was demented as he watched her soft parts—breast, ass, and thighs—go from jiggle to stillness. His muscles bunched and she knew he was about to launch himself at her.
“Stop!” she ordered, holding one hand out. His eyes snapped to hers and narrowed; the raw hunger in them nearly put her on her back with her legs spread wide for his pleasure.
“Now,” she said, dropping her arm to her side. “Walk to meslowly—” she gripped the underside of one breast and held it up in offering, “—and tell me how I taste.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Stormy darlin’, I don’t think you want to play this game. It won’t end well for you, I promise.”
Arching a brow, Stormy stroked a thumb over her distended nipple, pussy releasing a gush of warm liquid that could very well be dripping down onto her sheets. “Do it now Lucas, or the offer is rescinded.”
He moved so fast she cried out in surprise when his lips wrapped around her breast, sucking it in, thumb and all. Her vaginal muscles contracted and released in sync with each tug from his mouth, her pelvis working, seeking an end to the pressure growing and expanding inside, something to fill the emptiness…
Oh God!
She placed her hands on his shoulders, shaking, as Lucas’s fingers slid up her thigh pausing as he felt the glistening liquid flowing from her center.
“Aw sweet Jesus,” he murmured burying his face between her breasts. “Aw fuck darlin’…fuck!”
As if compelled to do something he didn’t want to do, three fingers plunged inside of her as far as they could go without fisting her. He was relentless, and she bore down on him, rode his hand as his fingers sought, pressing up against—
She seized. Threw her head back and screamed out as if her orgasm was primal energy shooting from her body to the heavens.
“Shit,” she whispered wrapping her arms around Lucas, trembling, unsteady. “Shit, shit, shit,” she mumbled in his hair.
Lucas eased her down onto the bed, laying her on her back as he straightened her legs and rested her ankles on each of his shoulders. Spent, Stormy swept strands of hair off her forehead and the side of her face.
“You sure were talking some big shit there, Stormy,” he said low and slow, staring down at her exposed sex. He moved closer so that his legs touched the edge of the mattress. Bubba, thick and imposing, now posed a credible threat to her internal organs. “Thought you was in charge with all that commanding and demanding, huh?”
His big hands squeezed her thighs as if testing their durability.
“Lucas…” she muttered as she attempted to rise up on her elbows.
“Don’t move, darlin’,” Lucas warned. That damned southern charm oozing from his words would have eased her, but the smile ghosting his lips seemed altogether unholy.
Lord, what had she done?
“Lucas…” she began again, lying absolutely still as Bubba danced between her spread legs, menacing her poor pussy.
Stormy swallowed as her gaze searched the ceiling. Despite the rivulets of sweat rolling off her body, her mouth was dry.
Feeling her legs shift, she looked back to see Lucas lowering his body down between her thighs, her knees now bent over his shoulders. Her feet resting against his densely muscled back were still decadently wide apart.
“You gonna tell me how to taste you now, too?” Lucas asked. “You gonna tell me to put my tongue here?” he asked, pushing two fingers inside her again.
Stormy’s back bowed off the bed and she cried out.
“I’m sorry, darlin’, was that a yes or no?”
She didn’t know…she didn’t… “What was the question?” she asked, out of breath.
“You done giving orders, Sienna Red?” Lucas asked, removing his fingers, the walls of her vagina clutching, trying to pull them back inside.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” she demanded.
Lucas shook his head as if she’d said something disappointing.
