Free Storms and Dreams (Becoming Jane Book 3) by Alexis Adare Page B

your gratification.”
    “Yes,” I said, nodding. “Okay.”
    His fingers probed, each thick digit stroking through my folds, delving into my core and circling my clit, pinching the swollen nub until I was begging him for more.
    “Please, Thomas,” I pleaded.
    Crack! He smacked my ass again, and I could hear his breathing now, labored and hoarse, could feel the hot stream of his breath as it cut through the cold and glanced off the surface of my skin.
    His arms hooked under my torso and he lifted me, twisting me slightly so that he could see my breasts. The cold sea air felt almost warm on my frozen skin, my nipples prickled at the sensation.
    “Look at yourself,” he commanded, and I did.
    My breasts were an angry pink, the tips tender and inflamed from cold.
    “Beautiful,” he said, cupping my breast, two fingers pinching the frigid nipple painfully. He licked his lips, and gifted me with a sly smile, before he bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
    It felt like a furnace had erupted around my breast. His mouth sucked greedily, roughly, his tongue and teeth making a meal of my flesh. I gasped as pleasure raked through my body. My knees buckled and I fell back against him, but he caught me with those gloved hands, one at my waist, the other racing over my ass and between my thighs. He impaled me, two fingers sinking into my wet cunt to lift me back up so his tongue could continue torturing my breast.
    I moaned, my orgasm coiling tightly as his fingers worked inside me. In and out, slicking over my clit and back inside again, his thumb joining the routine, urging me on. I was so close, so close, my muscles clenched around his fingers as I strained for release. So close…
    He withdrew, his fingers trailing my wetness over my thighs as he yanked me upright and threw my body over the boulder.
    “Oh, god,” I sobbed into the snow.
    Crack! He slapped my ass, and then again. Crack! So hard that I gasped and tears stung the corners of my eyes.
    He bent over me, the warmth of his body covering mine. He whispered in my ear, “You are exquisite,” he said, as his hands ran down the length of my body, tracing over the curve of my waist and hips. “Your ass is the loveliest shade of bright pink right now.”
    My backside throbbed at his words, the skin burned and tingled. I felt more vulnerable and exposed than I ever had before and yet I didn’t care. All I wanted was more.
    “But it’s a deeper pink I’m after,” he purred. His fingers walked lower, feathering over my folds so softly that I arched my back, and strained towards his hands, seeking contact.
    “What a greedy little cunt you have.” He laughed. “Look how she begs for me.”
    His words brought a picture to my mind, and my cheeks flamed. How must I look right now? Half naked in the snow, my body sprawled in front of him, my ass wiggling in the air.
    “Oh, god,” I whimpered.
    “He can’t help you now, darling,” Thomas said as he pushed himself upright. I heard the sound of leather gloves being shucked, the metallic clink of his belt as it released and the rasp of his zipper as he lowered his jeans.
    I held my breath and bit my lip when I heard him groan, as those deft fingers fondled me at last, bare skin to bare skin. I melted in his hands, warm and pliant, my pussy yielding to him gratefully as I felt the hot blunt head of his cock nudge against my opening.
    “This won’t be gentle,” he said, a sharp edge to his tone, as he palmed my ass, his thumbs separating, pulling me open to him.
    “Good,” I whispered, my chest heaving with anticipation.
    He slammed into me—one long stroke that seared a hot tunnel of pleasure through my core and straight up my spine. I cried out, my fingers digging in the snow. He bent over me and caught my hands, twisting my arms behind my back. Using my restraint to anchor his position, he fucked me mercilessly. My mind emptied; nothing was left but this feeling. Nothing but him. There was no cold,