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HARDCORE: Storm MC(10)

By:Zoey Parker




She looked me in the eyes, but I could see the wheels turning and she was uncertain. “I can’t ask you to take care of my problems, Dom. It’s kind of you to offer, but I have things I need to take care of, and nobody else can do it for me. It’s not your business. I won’t let it be. It’s mine, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure it gets sorted right. That’s the only thing I need to do. That is my job, and you have to let me do it. So I appreciate the thought, but really, you gotta just let me do my thing, and whatever happens, happens.”



I shook my head. “Oh no you don’t. I’m telling you now, Sienna, that things changed tonight. What I saw up there… When Loco— What the fuck, Sienna? You can’t be okay with that shit. That’s not you. I know that’s not you. You can’t tell me you were okay with that. And I can’t just sit back and let that shit go down with you. Fuck! I can’t stand the thought of anybody’s hands on you but mine, and you gotta make yourself okay with that new reality right the fuck now. Because that is where we are.”



Her eyes widened, and she took in my honesty by locking eyes with me and pulling her lower lip into her mouth, sucking lightly. I gave her a moment.



“You got anything to say about that, Sienna? You better say it now.”



“I’m not sure what to say about that, Dom.”



“You got any objection?”



“Uh-uhn.” She shook her head slightly, in the negative.



“You got anything to add?”



She waited a moment, then stepped toward me and reached up to cup the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. As soon as her lips touched mine, my control snapped and I grabbed her by the sides of her face, and immediately the shy kiss went fierce. My fingers fanned out into her hair, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, sweeping it in search of her own. She tasted like mint and something sweet, and our breaths mixed as our tongues danced desperately. There was nothing held back. It was like we’d both been dying to do this for months and now were finally allowing our mouths to taste and suck and bite and feel with nothing held back. I bit her lower lip; she dragged it out of my mouth, smiled wide, looked deep into my eyes, then looked back at my mouth. Her gaze had gone dark, her breathing jacked, and she grabbed my head with both hands and drew me back in for another scorching kiss.



She tried to push my kutte off my shoulders, so I shrugged it off and tossed it somewhere. I pulled her top up off her torso, over her head, and threw it to the side, too.



I stripped my T-shirt over my head; she stripped off her bra. Then we crashed into one another again, skin to skin, her breasts smashed against my ribs, giving way to my hard chest. Our mouths adhered again, our tongues lashing and pushing and swirling and sucking.



I swung us around and caged her in against the wall, pushing my thigh between her legs. She caught on right away, hooking her arms around my back with her fingers grasping on to the tops of my shoulders, while she rode my leg and moaned into our joined mouths. Our breaths were starting to come short as we shared oxygen, and our teeth clashed. One of us gasped a single laugh, and then we couldn’t stop, we were both starving for more.



I’d about run out of patience. I needed to feel her wetness, smell her pussy, taste her juices. I needed to embed myself in her, mark her, take her, and know she was mine. I needed her to know it, to want it, to accept it, to love it.



I slid my hand down past the top of her jeans, under her panties to the wet heat hidden inside. She hooked one leg around my hip, giving me better access, and brought one hand down to squeeze my thick cock through my jeans.



“Fuck. Get these off.” I didn’t know if she meant my jeans or hers, so I made the executive decision that hers had to go first. I undid her button and slid down the zipper, then grabbed the waist at each side and stripped them off her, along with her panties, crouching down as I went. She held on to my shoulders for balance, stepped out of each leg, and urged me back up.



Then it was her turn; she fumbled with my belt, ripped open the button fly, and pushed my jeans down my hips. I aided the effort, getting rid of the pants with my boxer briefs at the same time, and finally we were both free of encumbrance.



My cock stood tall and strong at full attention, and she palmed it with both hands, spreading the drops of precum around its bulbous head with her thumb as her other hand gripped me firmly at the base and squeezed her way up the shaft. I groaned and returned my hand to her soaking lips, spreading her juices up around her clit, down to her hole and back, and using the pressure of my palm for her to buck against.