The Grumpy Storm Chaser - Page 7

I stare at her greedily. “Hell, no. It’s perfect as it is.”

She licks her lips slowly and I groan at the sight of her little pink tongue. “Do you like my body?” she asks.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I say honestly, reaching down to unbutton my fly. “Do you want to see proof?”

Her big, blue eyes widen. “Yes, please.”

I let my steel-rod cock spring free. “This is what you do to me.”

Her gaze lingers on my cock, and she licks her lips. “You’re so… big,” she whispers.

Fuuuuuuck. “The way you were working that vibrator… I know you can take it, Petra. You like it deep and hard, am I right?”

Her pupils dilate with lust as she stares at my cock. “I think so…? I’ve only been with one man, and my ex wasn’t… nowhere near… you’re much, much bigger.”

I take a few strides toward her, pulling her into my arms and lowering my lips to hers. We kiss hungrily, desperately, a tangle of lips and tongues and hands. I rip open the flannel shirt, sending buttons flying in every direction. I knead her tits in my palms, pulling gently on the hard nipples and greedily shoving my tongue deeper into her mouth when she moans with pleasure.

My cock throbs with need. I have to have her. Now.

“Get in the truck,” I command. “Ass in the air.”

She opens the passenger door and climbs in. She kneels over the console, positioning herself on her hands and knees. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I climb up into the truck behind her. Leaning over her, I gently press her torso into the seat until she’s down on her elbows. “It’ll be deeper at this angle,” I promise.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I dip my fingers into her pussy and am happy to find her wet with desire. I lick her sweetness off my fingers, looking forward to the future when I’ll get to devour her with my tongue. “Are you sure this is how you want it, baby? Would you rather be on top for our first time?”

“I want it like this,” she insists. “I want to feel you deep inside me—where no man has ever been before.”

Holy hell. Gripping her hip with one hand and guiding my cock to her entrance with the other, I slowly slide inside her, letting her walls adjust to my size. “You’re so fucking tight,” I murmur. “Absolute perfection.”

“Colby,” she whimpers, her voice strained. “I want it… I want you…”

I pull out slowly, tantalizingly, teasing her. “Are you sure you can take it?”

“I can take it. Please, Colby… fuck me!”

It’s the command I’ve been waiting to hear. Gripping both of her hips in my hands, I plow into her. Deep and hard and fast.

“Is that how you want it?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she cries. “More!”

I give my angel exactly what she wants, thrusting deeper and harder inside her with each stroke. Her breathing grows shallow, and she gasps for air. As her climax builds, her walls squeeze me tighter and tighter, gripping my dick in a vice. As she cries out my name, I explode inside her, coming harder than I ever have before.

When our bodies stop shaking, I pull her into my lap so she’s straddling me. I brush her hair gently away from her face and gaze into her beautiful face. “I’ve never come simultaneously with someone before.”

“I haven’t, either.” Her voice is quiet, and sleepy, and my heart fills with so much love for her that I feel it’ll burst. I kiss her tenderly, caressing her soft skin with my fingertips. I trace the word “love” over and over, on every inch of her skin that I can reach.

Who knew the grumpy meteorologist was such a sap?

She gazes at me. “When do you have to go back to L.A.?”

“I’m supposed to go back in a few days,” I say quietly. “But I don’t want to. I’d rather stay here with you.”

“You don’t really know me,” she points out.