My chest heaves as the plaid shirt falls from my shoulders. His fingers brush my waist, taking in the bruises before trailing over the old burn scars.
His fingers continue down to my thighs, where the scarring is much worse, and after committing every mark to memory, his fingers find their way back to my waist, only to pull me down against him again.
He kisses me deeper, his tongue claiming my mouth as he reaches between us and frees that thick cock. I hastily pull at my brand-new panties, suddenly not as fond of them as I was this morning.
Stone locks his arms around my waist, lifting me just enough to be able to kick my panties off my ankles. The moment he settles me back over him, I rise onto my knees, grasp his cock, and line him up with my entrance.
I take him slow, sinking down over him and letting him stretch me wide as I take him inch by inch, not stopping until he’s fully seated inside me. “Oh God,” I groan, tipping my head back as the overwhelming pleasure rocks through me. I roll my hips, watching the way his eyes flutter.
His big hands claim my hips as he lets me do my thing, and when I need more, my lips brush the curve of his neck and claim every bit of skin they touch. My hips work as my clit grinds against his pelvis, sending hot bursts of electricity shooting through my veins.
“Fuck, Menace,” he groans, his fingers biting into my skin. “Take what you need.”
My walls clench around him, and he sucks in a sharp breath, the one sound making me feel more woman than I’ve ever felt in my life. The way he watches me move, the way he becomes consumed by me, the way he always needs more. I feel like a goddess.
His arm stretches around my body, grasps my ass, and squeezes tight as I ride him. When his fingers find my pussy from behind and drag my wetness to my ass, my eyes roll in the back of my head. He applies just a bit of pressure there, and everything kicks into overdrive.
I push back against his fingers, silently demanding more, and he gives me exactly what I want, my hips jolting with the sudden burst of electrifying pleasure. My walls clench around his thick cock, and I take him harder as everything tightens deep inside me, building rapidly and threatening to detonate.
“Oh, God. Stone,” I say against his skin when his other hand curls around the base of my throat and brings my lips right back to his, the two of us so completely in sync, like two hearts beating as one.
“This is where your lips belong, Menace. Now give me what I want.”
I kiss him deeply as I ride that thick cock, taking everything I need, and as my sensitive clit rolls over his pelvis, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge until I can’t possibly hold back a second longer.
I detonate, every piece of me shattering like glass as my walls convulse around him, squeezing so damn tight that his cock jerks within me. “Fuck, Riley,” he groans low as I sit up and throw my head back, the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through my body and claiming every inch of me.
“Yes!”
God, it’s incredible, and when I become paralyzed by my own intense pleasure, he takes over, grasping my hips and thrustinginto me, keeping my high building to impossible heights until he’s right there with me, coming hard and spilling his hot load deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry out, my fingers finding his on my hip and clutching them with everything I have as I struggle to catch my breath.
My high begins crashing back down, and I fall back to him, barely catching myself before I hurt him, and locking my lips onto his once again, never wanting to move from this bed ever again.
That was everything. The connection. His touch. His lips. His soul bared to mine. How could he think that I would ever leave him and go back to my bullshit world with Pulse Media? There’s no way in hell, not when I have this right here.
My body grows heavy against his, and I reluctantly roll off him, being careful not to squish any of his broken bones beneath my weight.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, curling back into his side.
“You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried.”
I grin against his skin and press a kiss to his chest. “You need to rest.”
“Not gonna happen, Menace, but I’ll lie here with you while you do.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t deny how good that sounds. To just lie here in a bed with this man, not a care in the world. I didn’t think it was possible.
My eyes start to grow heavy when movement in the bedroom doorway catches my eye, and I snap up to find an older man hovering, his gaze sailing over both of us, not impressed in the least. My sudden shift has Stone instantly on alert, and he throws himself to his feet, his body blocking me from view, but I recognize the stiffness in his shoulders. He’s ready to attack, if it comes to it.
“Get dressed,” the man says. “It’s time to talk.” And with that, he walks away, taking himself straight out the back door to wait by the Charger.
“What the fuck was that?” I murmur to Stone as he grabs the plaid shirt and tosses it toward me.
“I don’t know, but I intend to find out,” he says, before offering me his hand and helping me from the bed. He checks over me, making sure I’m decent enough for whatever the fuck this is, though unbeknownst to him, his warm cum is currently spreading between my thighs. But sure, if he considers this decent, then decent it is.
“Come on,” he says a moment later, leading me out to the porch, unease resting heavily between his shoulders.
