Page 17 of Sinner's Storm
Since then, I’ve steered clear of the club, leaving her in the capable hands of Payne. Bitch threatened to rain holy hell down on me, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Sitting in the corner, I spun my phone on the bar, waiting for Payne to tell me the bitch was bleeding. Piece wasn’t leaving until blood dripped down her legs and Bane confirmed nothing remained.
That was twenty-four hours ago and the longer it took, the more pissed off I got. To make matters worse, some fucknut tried to get one over on my mom. Bastard was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“Breathe, Storm. Payne will text,” Montana said, sitting across from me.
“What the fuck is taking so long?”
“You need to forget about that bitch and move on. Not your fault, cunt jacked your stash.”
“I should have locked them up.”
My phone vibrated on the table.
Flipping it over, I read the incoming text.
Payne: bitch is bleeding.
Releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I quickly responded.
Me: have Bane confirm and kick to the curb.
Pocketing my phone, I leaned forward and downed the tumbler of whiskey before me.
Slapping me on the back, Montana got to his feet and stretched, before downing the rest of his whiskey. “You need me to stay?”
“No, head home. Thanks, Montana.”
“No problem.”
My eyes were drawn away from him as I noticed the woman who had piqued my curiosity. As soon as I caught sight of her entering, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her shyness and vulnerability, both of which tantalized my senses.
Her choice of clothing for the occasion was on the conservative side; she wore a black pinstriped skirt that ended just above her knee, a white button-down blouse with the top two buttons intentionally left open and completed the ensemble with a pair of fashionable strappy sandals. Her hair, which was long and brown, cascaded down in gentle waves, nearly reaching the curve of her heart-shaped ass.
The next thing I knew, we were stumbling into her apartment. Ripping and shredding clothes as fast as we could. I couldn’t tear my gaze away when she effortlessly slipped out of her skirt, allowing it to drop to the ground and then playfully kicking it away, along with her sandals, leaving her standing naked before me.
Holy mother of God.
She was fucking perfect.
Grabbing my hand, she dragged me to her bedroom, where she scrambled onto her bed.
Swiftly, I seized her ankles, drawing her closer to me, while my fingers tightened around her breast, sensing the subtle transformation of her nipple hardening against my palm. With a firm grip, I closed my thumb and forefinger over the hardened nipple, savoring the sensation as I began to roll and pinch it, eliciting a low moan from her.
I maintained my grip on her nipple, gently pinching and rolling it, while my other hand skillfully found its way between her legs, igniting a fiery passion within her.
With careful precision, I slipped my finger between her lips, tracing slow circles around her clit, relishing the feeling of it growing engorged and her arousal intensifying.
With a hungry desire, I took her nipple into my mouth, skillfully exploring its sensitivity with the flick of my tongue and the gentle graze of my teeth. As her gasps and moans grew louder, I bit down harder on the nub between my teeth, increasing the pressure. Working one of my large fingers into her tight cunt, I slowly stroked in and out when the tip of my finger came across something miraculous.
No fucking way!
Treading carefully because I knew I was somewhat drunk, I carefully wiggled my finger inside her tight pussy once more, when I confirmed what I was feeling.
I damn near came right then and there.
Careful not to break the thin barrier that confirmed her virginity, my mouth chewed on her hard nipple, sucking and biting it, hearing her deep moans as I manipulated her body.