Back Southern Storm
Chapters (40)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Epilogue One
  38. Epilogue Two
  39. Books By Natasha Madison
  40. Acknowledgments

“Want to know a secret?” she whispers, and I see that her eyes are glimmering in the dimly lit room. “I would watch you in the lake and wonder what you would taste like.” She kisses her way around my abs. “I would wonder how you would fit in me.” She cups my covered cock, and I have to move her hand away before I come in my pants. I rip the shirt off me and toss it on the end of the bed.

“You know what I wondered?” I tell her, pushing her hair away from her face. “I wondered how you would taste.” I lean down and nip her bottom lip now. “If you sat on my face, what you would taste like.” Her mouth hangs open, giving me the right moment to slip my tongue in. My hands leave her face and move down to her shoulders, and then I cup her tits. Her head falls back as she moans out. “I wondered if you would fit in my hand like you do now.” Her eyes close as I pinch her nipples.

She lies down in front of me with her feet hanging off the bed. “Come lie down with me.” She holds out her hands for me, and I lie down next to her.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” she mumbles, pulling me to her for a kiss. My tongue slides with hers, and my hand slips under her shirt. Her hands go to my cock, and she is more brazen this time, slipping the button open.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispers when I move my kiss from her lips to her neck.

“There is no way I could stop this even if I wanted to,” I tell her as she pulls my zipper down. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as her fingers slip under the waistband of my boxers. I look at her as she slips her hand around my cock. Closing my eyes, I hang my head for just a second as she grips me in her hand.

“Fuck,” I hiss, and then my hand goes down to her jeans. I don’t even have to unbutton them; I can slip my hand right into her jeans. I don’t stop at her thong; I just slip under it, and I’m met with her landing strip and then her slick slit.

“Oh, God.” She arches her back, and her hand stops moving as she opens her legs wider. I slip a finger inside her. “Fuck,” she says, and her hand moves over my cock. I finger fuck her with two fingers now as she jerks me off. The restraint of her jeans makes it hard to slip another finger in.