The Storm Series, page 25
“Stop it,” I ordered. “Please, for the love of God, stop talking like that.” I ran my hands down her neck and over her shoulders. “If I have to say it every night and every morning, then that’s what I’ll do until you’re convinced that you could never embarrass me, Gypsy. My feelings for you are also something that is never going to change. They may be stronger, but that’s about it.”
“Roark, you can’t know that-”
“I know it,” I insisted firmly. “I know it like I know my own name.”
Before she could argue with me some more, the bell on the door rang, so I immediately grabbed her hips, picked her up from the counter, then placed her on her feet. Though this was an important conversation, it was going to have to wait.
“Okay…I guess it’s time to get to work,” she said, shaking off the heaviness of our situation.
“I’ll be in the back,” I replied, letting her go off to do her thing.
Chapter 23
Gypsy~
After closing the shop for the day, I immediately headed back to my office. Roark had been heading in and out of the room all day to smoke, so I could only imagine how stressed out he was. Of course, that was nothing compared to how I still felt uneasy about everything that had gone down.
After Roark had left me to take care of my customer, it hadn’t taken long for my mind to wander or for guilt to really set in. I had jumped to conclusions, making Roark pay for every boyfriend that had ever hurt me in the past, and I still felt the regret all these hours later. No boyfriend of mine had ever thought to defend me because they’d all been thinking the same things about me. I was weird, and I was always going to be weird, so why argue with someone over it?
However, that wasn’t the case with Roark. The crazy man had beaten up one of his employees, not caring one bit about a lawsuit, and I still didn’t know how I felt about that. Sure, I felt flattered and avenged, but I also felt shocked that anyone would ever do such a thing because of me. It was like I had my very own knight in shining armor in my corner, and it could only be love for me to feel this confused over Roark Storm.
Walking into my office, I didn’t even recognize the place. Not only had Roark organized everything, but he had rearranged the furniture to open the room up some more. Glancing around, the room looked like a real office, and it was clear that Roark really did have some organizational issues.
“Wow.”
He grinned over at me. “Do you like it?”
I nodded. “How could I not? I’m not in danger of tripping over something anymore.”
Roark immediately scowled. “That’s not funny. I don’t need images of you hurting yourself running through my head all day.”
“I was just kidding,” I assured him as I approached the desk that now sat in the corner. “However, not about the office. It really does look great.”
“I plan on setting up the register tomorrow morning, then downloading all the software to your computer,” he said, moving on from my tripping comment. “Once we get that going, you should be good.”
I smiled at him as he walked around the desk to stand in front of me. “I promise not to undo all your hard work, Roark.”
His hands grabbed my hips to drop me on top of the desk. “I’m not worried about it,” he assured me. “I’ve archived everything safely, and the only thing that you can mess up is this coming year’s paperwork.”
That got a laugh out of me. “I think you’re underestimating my ability to mess things up.”
Roark stepped in between my legs. “Well, then it’s a good thing that you have me to keep you in check.”
I placed my hands on his chest. “I think that’s a conflict of interest, no?”
“I think it’s me taking care of my girl,” he replied seriously, his blue eyes regarding me like I was the only woman in the world.
“Well, after all the work that you’ve done in here, I think I should be taking care of you,” I suggested with a wink. “I mean, the store is closed for the day.”
Roark’s smirk looked positively wolfish. “Oh, I know a way that you can take care of me.”
“On my knees?”
“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, his hands already reaching underneath my skirt.
“Something like that?”
I helped as Roark removed my panties, sliding them down my legs. “Oh, you’re going to be on your knees, but your pussy is going to be over my face while you’re on them.”
My tongue darted out to wet my lips. “On the floor?”
He shook his head. “On your desk,” he informed me. “I want you to think of all the dirty things that I’m about to do to you whenever you sit in that chair.”
“What dirty things are you going to do to me?” I asked breathlessly, already feeling myself wet for him.
Instead of answering me, Roark leaned down to kiss me, and we both moaned with the connection. Kissing was so personal, and I needed to feel close to him after last night. I had cried myself to sleep with how wrong I’d been about him, and I wasn’t going to forget that feeling any time soon. I couldn’t thank God enough that Roark had turned out to be the real deal.
Breaking off the kiss, Roark stepped back to remove his shirt, and I knew that I was never going to get tired of watching this man undress in front of me. He was just so damn sexy, and he was mine. Roark Storm was all mine, and I wanted to be good for him.
I hopped off the desk, then leaned forward, licking a path down his chest with my tongue. Even though he wanted me to ride his face, that wasn’t going to stop me from tasting him. However, before I could undo his jeans, he had his hands on my shoulders, stopping me.
“Nu uh, baby,” he said. “You’re riding my face.”
I watched as Roark draped his large frame over my desk, his head barely clearing the computer. “What if we break-”
“I’ll buy you a new everything,” he quickly interrupted. “So, quit stalling and come sit on my face.”
Removing my skirt and blouse, I climbed up onto the desk in my bra only, then placed one knee on either side of Roark’s gorgeous face. There was barely enough room for the both of us, but if this was what he wanted, then this was what I was going to give him. Plus, I enjoyed sex enough to try anything once. As long as no one else was invited into our bed, then I was game for whatever popped into Roark’s head.
Bracing my hands on the edge of the desk, I lowered my pussy as Roark’s hands latched onto my thighs, securing me in place. When I felt his tongue lick my wet hole, I let out a low moan. The way that the man paid attention to detail was an excruciating trip into ecstasy that I’d never experienced with anyone else before. Roak’s tongue touched on every secret, and he wasn’t stingy about it. If there was ever a man that thoroughly enjoyed eating pussy, it was Roark Storm.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” he growled as his tongue slid inside me, the sensation enough to make me moan, but still not enough. “I love this view, baby.”
Not being able to help myself, I began moving my hips, Roark’s tongue doing its magic. With his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, I could feel myself almost dripping on his face, the thought of having this forever turning me on to a near fevered pitch.
“Roark…” I moaned as he lapped me up, making sure to pay extra special attention to my clit.
“Ride my face,” he ordered. “Show me how much you like fucking my tongue.”
Gripping the edge of the desk harder, I gave Roark what he wanted. I moved my hips over his face, his tongue and lips drinking me down. I was so wet that I was leaking all over his face, and I hadn’t even had an orgasm yet.
“Take the bra off, then sit up,” he ordered. “I want to see those tits of yours.”
With my legs already beginning to shake, I did my best to stay positioned over him and do what he had asked. Luckily, I was able to make quick work of my bra, and when I leaned back, Roark let out a growl fierce enough that I felt it vibrate against my clit.
“Roark…oh, God…”
“Give me what I want,” he demanded, his hold on my thighs tightening. “Make a mess of my face, baby.”
I took my breasts in my hands to have something to hold onto, and when I pinched my nipples lightly, that’s when I exploded into a million euphoric pieces. “Roark…” I cried out.
His tongue found its way back to my spasming hole, then Roark cupped my center with his mouth, taking every drop into his throat, his tongue working my cream out, and if someone asked me to describe the sensation, I wouldn’t be able to.
“Oh, God…”
“I’m your fucking god,” he snarled, his hands sure to leave bruises with how tight his hold on me was. “I’m your god, and you’re my fucking everything.”
When my thighs couldn’t support me any longer, I collapsed, sitting back on his chest. However, Roark wasn’t done with me, and I could only fall into his arms willingly when he slid out from under me, then grabbed me to position me bent over the desk. My body was a compliant mess, and I didn’t even stir when I heard the sounds of him removing the rest of his clothes. Like the perfect slut, I remained bent over, my ass presented to him for whatever he wanted to do to me.
I let out a yelp when I felt his hand slap my right ass cheek, and I knew that he liked how the flesh rippled underneath his abuse. While I’d spent most of my life trying to tone my body, Roark loved that it wasn’t, and thank God that a man like Roark Storm existed.
After another slap, I felt him run the head of his dick up and down my slit, and I let out another involuntary shutter at what was to come.
Chapter 24
Roark~
It was never going to be enough. I could make this woman cum a hundred times a night, and it still would never be enough. Of course, I could still be smarting from knowing that she’d actually tried to end things between us earlier, but I knew that it was more than that. I was at this woman’s complete mercy, and it felt good to know that she’d never use her powers for bad. Being the sweet soul that she was, Gypsy would never even think to manipulate my love for her, something that a lot of people did when they were aware of their power.
Running my cock through her pretty pink pussy lips, I made a decision that there’d be no coming back from. “I’m taking you bare, Gypsy,” I told her. “No more condoms.”
“O…okay,” she rasped needily. “I’m…I’m on birth control.”
“Don’t really care,” I said seriously. “I just know that we’re not using condoms anymore.”
“Roark…” she moaned as the head of my dick hit her clit.
“I also have to warn you, baby,” I panted, my heart thrumming painfully in my chest. “This is the first time that I’m doing this, so if I don’t last, I’ll make it up to you later.”
She let out a sweet laugh. “I’ll hold you to it.”
When I finally slid inside her, we both let out a moan, the feeling of her wrapped around me without any latex between us making my head spin. While I loved tasting her, all the foreplay in the world wasn’t a substitute for this feeling right here. I was buried deep inside her paradise, and like she’d been doing all week, she was taking me so fucking well.
“Good girl,” I praised as my hands grabbed her hips.
Sliding in and out of her, her pussy was leaving evidence of how turned on she was, and seeing and feeling it on my bare cock was fucking everything. Every guy had his kink, and I was no exception. Now, while I had a lot, there was nothing like seeing the milky proof of her arousal all over my cock. With so many women masters in the art of faking it, seeing Gypsy coat my dick from base to tip was the stuff of dreams. Even if it killed me, Gypsy was never going to have to pretend that she was satisfied with me.
“So good…” she murmured as her hands tightened around the edge of the desk. “You feel so good, Roark…”
Watching her take me, each stroke sent me more out of my mind for her. Gypsy was a fucking goddess, and she was all mine. She laughed freely, loved fiercely, and fucked without inhibitions, and that made her perfect in my eyes. She was equal parts salvation and sin, and I knew that my need for her was never going to be quenched.
Dropping a bead of spit onto her ass, I slid my thumb inside her, the heat running chills up my spine. Unlike a lot of women, Gypsy didn’t have a script that she stuck to when it came to sex. She liked what she liked, and she made no bones about it. She didn’t get embarrassed or apologize for demanding that I pleasure her the way that she wanted to be pleasured. For a man, her openness was a godsend. I didn’t have to guess what she liked or wanted; she told me, and I broke my back to deliver.
So, lucky me, on our third night together, Gypsy had gotten more vocal, and I’d ended up learning that she liked getting her ass fucked. My mind had spun with that new piece of information, and though I had no problems with rough sex, I’d still been mindful of how thick I was the first time that I’d taken her like that.
“You like that?” I grunted, knowing that she did.
“Yes,” she moaned, pushing her ass back, trying to pull me in deeper. “God, yes…”
I pushed into her as deeply as I could, then covered her completely. With my breath on her ear, I asked, “You want my cock in your ass, baby?”
“Yes,” she panted, honest to a fucking fault.
I growled.
I couldn’t help it.
I was one lucky sonofabitch, and I knew it.
I also struggled with what to do. I wanted so badly to cum in her pussy and her ass, and I just couldn’t decide. Yeah, I had all night to drown her in my cum, but this was our first time, and all our firsts should be memorable. Hell, even our first fight had a court date attached to it. As I watched her take me, I just knew that it wasn’t ever going to be enough. No matter what I did to her, how many times I took her, or how often, it was never going to be enough.
“I love you,” I told her, not caring that we’d only known each other a week.
“Roark,” she cried out, her body tightening around me.
“I love you, Gypsy,” I repeated. “And I don’t give a fuck if it’s too soon.”
“Oh, God…” she rushed out as she came all over me, the vision one that I wanted to burn into my retinas. “Oh, God…Roark…”
I fucked her through her orgasm, and as soon as her body started to relax, I pulled my thumb from her ass, then replaced it with my dick. I broke out in a sweat as I watched the head of my cock begin to stretch her wide, and if I thought that the feeling of her pussy on my bare cock was the stuff of dreams, the feeling of her tight ass choking me bare had me thinking she was a fucking sorceress. Gypsy felt hot, tight, and incredible, and I grabbed her thick cheeks, spreading her apart, so that I could get a better look of how my dick was impaling that perfect ass of hers.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good,” I grunted as soon as I finally started moving. “I love the way you take my cock in your ass so prettily, baby.”
“Everything you do to me feels good,” she whimpered, inflating my ego more than it needed to be. “Everything you do feels so perfect, Roark.”
“This cock is all yours, baby,” I vowed. “It’s yours whenever you fucking want, however you want it.” My hips started moving faster. “Just say the word, and I’ll do whatever you need from me.”
“Your mine?” she echoed, and it hit me hard how much I wanted her to believe that.
“I’m yours,” I promised. “All of me is yours, Gypsy.”
“Harder, Roark…” she demanded. “I need you harder.”
Even though she was tight as hell, my dick had never been stiffer, so it wasn’t a struggle to ram my cock into her ass the way that she wanted me to. Luckily, I had the presence of mind to add some more spit to where I breached her, and when she let out another moan, I nearly lost my mind. Pulling out, I shoved three fingers into her drenched cunt, then used her juices to lubricate her ass some more.
Gypsy’s body was already beginning to tremble when I slid my cock back into her asshole, and I knew that her cries could probably be heard on the street. Neither of us had bothered to shut the office door when we’d started this, and we weren’t exactly being quiet.
“Fuck, you’re such a hot slut for my cock,” I growled, my dick penetrating her like we were seasoned pros. “You’re such a dirty, dirty, dirty girl for me, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes…” she moaned. “Yes…only for you…”
“Tell me what I want to hear,” I demanded. “Tell me what hot sluts like you want, Gypsy.”
“Cum in my ass,” she panted, playing her part perfectly. “Cum inside me, Roark.”
It was my ultimate dream to fill her up with my cum, but the first time was going to be in her pussy, not her ass. I wasn’t sure why that was important, but it was. At least, it was important to me. I wanted my cum where it belonged, and it belonged in her sweet cunt for our very first time.
Reaching back down underneath, I began playing with her clit while I rammed into her with everything that I had. No matter where I chose to cum, it wasn’t going to happen without her cumming with me. After all, this would always be about her, never me.
“Roark…I’m cumming…” she cried out, those spasms of euphoria already wracking her petite frame. “God…Roark…oh, God…”
It wasn’t even a minute later, and I was pulling out of her, jerking my cock until I shot ropes and ropes of cum all over her pussy and used ass. I drenched both holes with my hot cum, and it had to be the hottest sight that I’d ever seen. Her pussy and ass were clenching in the aftermath of her orgasm, so some of my cum was getting in there, and no wonder cream pies were such a big thing in porn.
Reaching out, I began rubbing my seed all over her, making sure to push some of it in her cunt and her ass, then rubbing what was left all over her sensitive clit.
“Roark…I can’t…” she whimpered.
