“You gon’ cum for me, Storm?”
“Oh, Goddd… don’t stop.”
His dick kept moving inside me, slow and steady, while his fingers worked my clit. I was pinching my nipple harder now, my whole body tense with the building pleasure. His thrusts got slightly deeper, and I felt him hit that spot that made me see stars. “Mhm. Cum on my dick, Storm. Let me feel it.” Theorgasm rolled through me like a hurricane. I cried out, my whole body shaking as pleasure pulsed through me. “Fuck,” Kade groaned. “That's it, baby. Just like that.”
He kept moving through my orgasm, drawing it out, making it last longer than I thought was ever possible. When it finally faded, I was gasping, my body limp against him.
“You want me to pull out?” he asked, his voice strained.
“No,” I answered immediately. “Stay inside me.”
He groaned, his thrusts getting faster. “You sure?”
“Yessss…”
That did it. His hand gripped my hip hard as he thrust deeper, and I felt his dick pulse inside me. “Storm, baby…” He said my name, rough and desperate as I let him fill me up. We stayed like that for a minute or two, both of us breathing hard, his dick still pulsing inside me. Then he pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Now, that’s a good morning.” And I could hear the smile in his voice.
I laughed, the sound breathless. “Yeah. Morning.” Kade pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum start to leak out of me. “We should shower.”
“Probably,” he agreed. But he didn’t move. Just kept holding me, his hand resting on my stomach. We stayed in bed a little while longer, neither of us really ready to move. And honestly? I loved it.
That afternoon, we were in my Charger heading to the small grocery store about fifteen minutes from the cabin. The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle, the sky still gray but lighter than before. Stormie sat in the passenger seat wearing a Lulu set and sneakers on her small ass feet. She’d slicked her hair up in a neat bun and thrown on some gold hoops, typing on her phone now that we had service again.
I knew her parents and her girls were blowing her shit up because my mother and my niggas did the same.I kept glancing over at her legs in those leggings. She looked good. Too good. She was really mine now. Shit felt surreal saying it, even just in my head.
“You’re staring,” she said without looking up from her phone.
“And?”
She glanced at me, eyebrow raised. “Why?”
“‘Cause it makes my dick hard.”
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked back at her phone. “Well, tell me how you really feel,” she chuckled.
“I’ma always tell you now.” She smiled, trying to hide it, but I saw it. That little smile told me she liked it when I talked to her like that. I reached over and put my hand on her thigh, squeezing gently. She didn’t pull away. Just let me touch her, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “So, what are we picking up from the store?”
“Food,” she snorted. “Actual food. I’m starving, and there’s nothing in that cabin. And I’m not eating another sandwich.”
“Grilled cheese is actual food, Storm.”
“Kade, we can’t survive on grilled cheese until tomorrow.”
“We survived last night just fine.”
Stormie laughed. “We were distracted last night.”
“Yeah, true,” I squeezed her thigh again. “You want me to distract you again later?”
“Maybe,” she said, her voice going softer. “If you're good.”
“Baby, I’m always good.”
She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Your ego is unreal.”
“You weren’t complaining this morning when that same ego made you cum.”
“Oh my God, stop.”