Free Storm: Book 2 by Evelyn Rosado Page A

hardened frame balances with the soft contours of my skin. His stiffness presses into me. I bite my lip as the urgent need for him to fill the hot void between my legs courses though me.
    I wanted to wait to have sex with him, but I need him. I crave him. He’s the only one who gets me.
    Fire shoots through me as our mouths devour each other again.
    “Chase you feel so good next to me,” I say in between him gently biting the tip of my tongue and sucking my quivering lip. My eyes are closed and I hear him laugh in his throat. His left hand gropes my ass and slides up and around my thigh, while his right hand skims my breast, kneading it, swelling them. His lips travel up my jawline to the spot where my neck and my earlobe meet, causing a breathy moan to escape my dry throat.
    “You smell so good baby,” he says, his voice a smoldering whisper.
    He lifts me up by my waist, his fingertips hotly imprinted onto my supple skin, taking me to his bedroom and throwing me down on the bed like a rag doll. He stands at the head of the chocolate-colored bed frame gazing down at me with a look that’s angry with longing. I marvel at the specimen before me. His sculpted, honey-kissed body is ripe just for me. His cock is fully erect, staring right at me, the head glazed with pre come. He crawls on top of me and my body writhes over his soft bed sheets as his lips meshes onto mine. His hand ventures below my belt and his mouth isn’t too far behind, gently biting my nipple, flicking his tongue over it slowly, then faster, rotating above it, teasing it, and then devouring it, surrounding it with the wetness and heat of his lips and tongue. My body trembles relentlessly as he releases my belt buckle out of the loop. My body tenses.
    He pauses. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes…yes,” I say. My response is raw. I can taste him. It’s really about to happen.
    He slips his hand under my panties and I moan loudly, gasping for air. My chin tilts up and I bury the back of my head into the pillow and he slowly massages my clit, flooding his hand with wetness. I rock back and forth under his clutches and he plunges one finger inside me reaching the bottom and then two fingers, slipping through me up and down, rotating them, making me squirm. “Brynn, you’re so fucking wet.”
    I cup my breasts, kneading them as I buck my waist towards him. I grab my shorts and pull them down. He gets the hint and glides my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I kick my legs back and forth, yanking them off. He smirks at me, his eyes skimming every inch of me from head to toe. My thighs won’t stop quavering, and I don’t want them to. He reaches under his mattress and pulls out a black, matted packet. He places the latex over his head and endlessly rolls it down his length. His cock is massive. I tremble just thinking that he’s seconds from pushing inside of me. I can’t believe this is about to happen. I can’t swallow; my mouth feels like its full of cotton. My legs are aching to be spread open.
    His glistening body mounts me, wrapping his arm underneath my neck. He spears through me, forcing my eyes wide open, every nerve in my body surges. His hard cock fills me up as I can’t catch my breath. I clutch his back, sweaty from the pleasure and heat between us.
    “Chase!” I scream. It’s all I can say. I want to say so much, but his name is the only thing I can utter.
    It feels like everything I imagined. My eyes are wide open and so are his. His green eyes stare into my soul as I arch my back and open up, letting him slide deeper into me. A bead of sweat spills off his forehead onto my right cheek. My hands run up and down his back, every muscle of his, flexed as he continues to push into me. Each thrust rocks the bed, knocking the headboard against the wall. The lamp on the nightstand rattles and the glass next to it shakes and water sloshes over the rim onto the table. His kisses match his stroke, deep and rough, his lips overwhelming my mouth