Tornado Allie by Shelly Bell Page A

Kissed the sensitive area above her pubis. Licked circles around her areolae, paying homage to her nipples and making good on his promise to turn them red with his ministrations. All the while murmuring his sexy, dirty ramblings about how good she tasted and all the kinky things he could do to her while she lay bound at his mercy. The soft caress of his mouth on her skin made her shiver and her pussy spasm. She felt restless and needy, craving his cock inside her.
    No man had ever loved her body so thoroughly. So completely. So perfectly.
    Then finally…finally…his tongue lapped up her slit leaving behind a tingling warmth. One more inch to her pulsating clit and she’d discharge like a lightning bolt. Her thighs shook, and if she dug her heels into the mattress any harder, she’d leave holes.
    He shifted his weight, and suddenly, his mouth was on hers, smothering her cries. The taste of her tangy arousal on his lips fueled the flames higher than she’d believed possible. She wouldn’t last much longer.
    “Are you ready for my cock?” His voice was gritty and strained.
    “I was ready thirty minutes ago. Please fuck me, Drake.”
    This time he didn’t make her wait. She heard the tearing of what she assumed was the condom wrapper. Then his dick prodded her slick entrance, giving her mere seconds to prepare before he thrust and seated himself inside her. It stretched her walls, completely filling her. A pressure built deep in her pussy, and she itched for him to move. Maybe she’d really died from pneumonia and this was heaven. That was the only way to describe how she felt.
    “I’m perfect. I’ve never…” How could she explain when she barely understood it herself? No matter how much she’d tried to convince herself otherwise, it was more than sex between her and Drake, which was why she’d treasure this one night for as long as she lived, yet leave him behind in the morning with his heart intact. She’d given him her heart the moment he’d called her courageous five days ago, and she’d never get it back. It was his forever, whether he knew it or not. But he deserved more than she could give him.
    Needing to express how she felt, yet unable, she dug deep inside and gave him the closest words to what she felt down to her marrow. “I’m not fragile. Don’t hold back anything. I want to board the plane tomorrow still feeling you inside me like you promised. Fuck me, Drake.”
    He kissed her gently on her lips and smoothed the damp hair off her cheeks. His breathing hitched, and his cock jumped inside her. “As long as you’re ready to make love to me as well.”
    He can’t have possibly fallen in love with me. She tried not to read too much into his response, the consequences of it too painful to contemplate. “I already am.”
    He slid out almost all the way, only the tip of him remaining inside her, before he slammed his length back in, its force driving her entire body up the bed as far as the restraints allowed. A jolt of liquid heat flowed through her pussy, and she reflexively tightened her muscles around his shaft. Holy shit. What was that?
    Her stomach muscles quivered. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come.”
    He bit her lip. “Hold it back a little longer.”
    This time when his cock began to slide out, she clenched to keep him in, garnering a groan and a full-body shudder from him. His fingers tangled in her hair, digging into her scalp as he picked up the pace, plunging in and out of her relentlessly. It was as if each time he dragged the head of his cock over her G-spot, he created an electric shock in her pussy.
    It was too much. Her heart raced, and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. A fluttering in her clitoris morphed into a wicked beat. Colors swirled behind her eyelids, her world spinning out of control like a tornado. Unfamiliar sounds poured from her lungs. Moans. Cries. Pleas. She couldn’t stop them.
    “Surrender and come for me, baby,” he said.
    The throbbing