good job.
When she heard him groan her name, the sound forced
from deep within his throat, she lifted her head, but
continued to let her hand clutch him, caress him, stroke him. “Umm?” she responded as she moved her mouth upward to take a tiny bite of his neck, branding him.
“You’ve pushed me too far, Jayla,” Storm growled, as the
need within him exploded. With one quick flick of his wrist, he tumbled her backward, ignoring her squeal of surprise. But she didn’t resist and instead of moving from him, she
moved to him, reaching up and looping her arms around his neck as he placed his body over hers, pressing his erection against the heat of her feminine core.
“Gotta get inside,” he whispered brokenly as his hand
clutched her waist, his thighs held hers in place. Taking her arms from around his neck, he captured her wrists and
placed them above her head. He looked down at her, met her gaze at the same time he pushed himself inside of her.
He gasped. The pleasure of being inside of her was almost too much. He tipped his head back and roared an
animalistic sound that mirrored the raging need within him. Then he began moving, in and out, straining his muscles,
flexing his pelvis, rolling his hips while holding her in a firm grip, rocking her world, just mere seconds away from
tumbling his own.
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