As promised, the long, and very hot TAMING THE STORM TEASER!

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“Firecracker … I’m clean. I have regular checks. And I never go bareback. I’ve singlehandedly kept Trojan in business for the last fifteen years. You’ve nothing to worry about.”

My mind skips over – ‘I never go bareback.’ Instead focusing on –‘I’ve singlehandedly kept Trojan in business for the last fifteen years.’

My whole body tenses. Nice reminder of his whoring ways. I feel sick.

I hold back the rising bile, and clip out, “Nothing to worry about, oh, okay…” I can feel my anger climbing to epic proportions. There’s only him that can get under my skin this way. I try not to think just what that means. “I gotta say, Tom, I feel a whole lot better about your proposal of letting you have sex with me … BARE-FUCKING-BACK—” I’m yelling now. “—when you just reminded me that you’ve been rode more times than an elevator in the Empire State Building!”

He barks out a laugh. “You knew who you were getting into bed with, sweetheart.”

“Ugh! You’re such a pig!” I push against his rock hard chest, and start wriggling, trying to get out from underneath him.

But Tom is a lot bigger, and a lot stronger than me. Pinning me with his hips, he grabs my hands and holds them tight against the pillows above my head. I can’t budge an inch. And I don’t like it one bit.

I scowl up at him. “Let. Me. Go.”

“No. Not until listen to what I have to say. Seems you need to realize a few things – first off, I am always the one who does the riding, not the other way round. The bedroom is my domain.” Shifting his hips, he presses the bare length of his hard cock against my clit. I have to bite back a moan. But my body shudders, giving me away. I hate the way my body betrays me when it comes to him.

He smirks. “You got that, Firecracker?”

Ignoring my body’s screaming needs, I snap out, “Fuck you!”

“We’ll be doing that real soon, but for now just answer the fuckin’ question … I said … you got that?” He thrusts against me, again.

My eyes roll back in my head, a moan escaping this time. The words leave my lips without thought, “I got it.” My voice sound breathy, girlish. Not like me at all.

Just who am I, with him?

“Good.” I see a power grin take hold of his mouth, before he lowers his head to mine. Lips almost touching, but frustratingly not. And it scares me just how badly I need his mouth on mine in this moment.

His hot breath mixes in with my own, as he rumbles out, “Second … currently, for some ass backwards reason, you are the only one I want to ride, Ly. Constantly. Over. And fuckin’ over … and you are the only one I have ever wanted to ride, bare-fucking-back. So that kind of erases the rest, wouldn’t you say?” He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “I want to feel you,” he murmurs.

Breath knocked out.

Tom doesn’t push for an answer this time, because he doesn’t have to. I’m a limp, pliable, mess of emotions under his firm hands and mind-fucking words.

“Tom,” I whisper, breathless. “Ride me … now … bare-fucking-back.”


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