Storm: Book 2 by Evelyn Rosado Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t care. I just want to be in his arms, defended from everything that I’m dealing with. He’s shirtless and his muscles looked gorged, like he finished doing dozens of pushups. I bite my lip.
    I clutch his head and pull his lips on to mine. I know this is stupid. I know it’s not right. But it feels right. I want to let go. I can’t. I don’t want to. He grabs me, pulling me closer. He doesn’t want to let me go either. I can feel it. He doesn’t say it, but I know it. He pulls my tank top over my head as our tongues coil together and devour each other’s mouth. He buries his nails in my lower back, grating my skin. It feels amazing, I want more. It’s painful but it’s I need more of it. My hands trace over his chest, caressing his nipple. I swallow the moan he makes in his throat. I skim his nipple with my thumb, making him breathe heavier in his nose. His fingers release from my skin and up to my bra, yanking it off and throwing it against the bathroom door behind us.
    I pull back, sucking breath after breath and my body is quivering beyond control.
    “Brynn,” he says his face flushed, his eyes dripping with need. I fold my arms over my breasts looking down at the floor. “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.”
    I want to speak, but the words lodge in my dry throat. I know this isn’t right. I just can’t be with someone who refuses to give all of him to me. I know the words I want to say to him. They ring clearly and loudly in my mind, but I can’t say it. I just can’t. I want to scream that I’m afraid without him. But I can’t. I put my thoughts in a dark corner of my mind.
    I swallow hard and my gaze returns to him and at his abs, they constrict with each breath. I rush him again, mashing my mouth against his hot, sinful lips. I push him against the wall and yank his shorts down to his ankles revealing his fully erect cock. I grab it, first caressing it then stroking it violently. The back of his head hits the wall and he moans.
    “It feels so good,” he says. I wrap my left arm around the back of his neck and crash my lips onto his, still pulling, massaging him with my right hand. I can feel his length hardening with each tug.
    Pre-come drizzles out of his head, coating my fist. He’s ready. “Get a condom,” I say. My voice is commanding. He nods and rips my shorts off. Desperate, hungry, he picks me up and I tangle my legs around him. He throws me on the bed, my legs spread eagle and he buries his face between my thighs. Within moments I scream. I grab the back of his head and mash him deeper on to my clit. His sweltering tongue flicks up and down, left and right and then he purses his lips on my clit, swelling it. He slides a finger into me and I buck my hips at him. I breathe heavy and uncontrollably as I climax, rivers of bliss pour through me.
    “Chase, I want you inside of me,” I say.
    He grabs a condom out of his drawer, ripping open the packet and rolls it down his length. I lie on the middle of the bed and he pulls me to the edge. He grabs his cock and splashes into me, both of us moaning. He thrust is savage like, fast and unrestrained. He looks down at me, the seed of thirst in his eyes. He tucks his arm under my waist and slides me up on the bed. He mounts me but I flip him over and plant my hands on his chest, forcing him down on the bedspread. I reach around and grab the base of his cock and slide down on top of him. My eyes roll back in my head. His jaws clench as he grabs my waist, bracing himself for the ride. I rock back and forth with a slow, jagged rhythm, flicking his nipple, and then pinching it gently. He lets out a monstrous gasp. I speed up, rocking against him. I sway my hips so hard, his body launches back up the bed. His face fills with redness.
    “You’re so amazing,” he says not taking his eyes off of me. His hands move up from my waist to my breasts, kneading them. I grab his hands, demanding him to squeeze my breasts harder and harder. I rotate