“Your first installment’s due now. The last in the mornin’. Then we’ll discuss future terms.”
This was the Stone she remembered. Sex with him had always been an adventure. There was no wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am with him. Stone had always taken his time. He was the reason she craved it. And she’d had decent sex with other men, but nothing compared to what she found with Stone and Nico. Separate or together, what they gave her was above and beyond anything she’d felt with anyone else.
“You are so sexy,” he whispered as he crawled onto the bed with her.
She welcomed him into her arms as he draped himself over her so she could feel the heat of his body.
His mouth found hers, and she lost herself in the kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, which meant he could, too.
“How should you repay me?” he teased, his lips trailing down her jaw.
Stevie turned her head and whispered in his ear. “Put your cock in my throat.”
He growled, a sound so animalistic, chills danced along her arms. “You say such pretty things.”
She giggled as he lifted his head, smiling down at her.
But Stone didn’t rush to shove his cock in her mouth. He wouldn’t. The man had infinite patience, and sex had always been a give-and-take for him. Only, he usually found some way to give far more than he took. Which had always been a conundrum for her since she’d wanted nothing more than to worship him, to give him as much pleasure as he gave her. But ultimately, it was a win-win, as far as she was concerned.
He sat up, straddling her hips, his heavy cock bobbing out from his beautiful body. Her fingers itched to touch him, so she did, curling them around his thick shaft, stroking lightly while she watched him watching her.
His hands didn’t remain idle. They skimmed her sides, moving higher, teasing her flesh with the gentlest brush of his skin. She gasped when he gently pinched her nipples, pulling on them until they were once again beaded. Feeling bold and brazen, Stevie angled his cock toward her mouth. She wanted to taste him, but Stone had other ideas.
Shifting, he positioned so that his cock rested between her breasts. She stopped stroking when he pressed her breasts together, pillowing his rigid shaft between them. His eyes heated as he watched his cock tunneling between her breasts.
Stevie loved watching him. His face was so expressive, so otherworldly beautiful. Although that word did nothing to describe his rugged, bad boy good looks. He had a devilish appeal about him, one she’d been drawn to instantly. She’d go so far as to say she’d fallen in love with his roguish charm.
When his lips parted with a groan, Stevie helped him along, pushing her breasts together so he could change the angle of his thrusts. It gave her what she wanted, his cock closer to her mouth. She lifted her head, sticking her tongue out so she could lap at the bead of precum on the tip when he rocked forward.
“Damn, baby. Ah, yeah. I need that sweet mouth.”
She flashed a grin when he abandoned her tits and shifted his focus to her mouth. She thought he would lean over and take what he wanted, but this was Stone. She should’ve known he had something else in store.
In one quick move, he was on his back, and she was laid out over him. He banded his arms around her and laughed, his eyes glittering with amusement.
He was even better looking like that—carefree and happy, living in the moment. She wasn’t sure she’d seen that look on his face since he returned, but she was glad it was there now.
His hands cradled her ass, kneading softly at first, but with every passing second, he became more aggressive, and the temperature of the room increased as her desire shot up a few thousand degrees.
Stone rolled his hips, his cock sliding between her thighs, rubbing sensually against her clit. He was watching her, and she knew he was following her lead, using her reactions to set the pace. There was no one better at reading her than Stone Jameson. He always knew what she needed and just when she needed it.
She cried out when he gripped her ass and shifted her so that his cock pressed against her entrance.
“You need my cock, don’t you, Stevie?”
She nodded, gasping as he pushed the blunt head inside. Just the tip. Not nearly enough, but the sensation was exquisite.
“You can have it,” he crooned. “But you’ve gotta take all of it. Think you can handle that?”
Stevie met his stare, daring him to give her everything his heated gaze promised. She felt the shift in him, his primal side coming alive. He was going to fuck her. There would be no sweet words or gentle caresses. He was going to fuck her like she needed to be fucked.
“Yes. Fuck me, Stone.” She lifted her hips, giving him room. “Fuck me. Hard.”
He held himself there for one heartbeat, two. His gaze held warning and promise, and she welcomed both. She knew he would wait until he was ready, so she didn’t speak, only breathed. In, out. In, out. In—
Stevie screamed when he drove his cock deep inside her, filling her in one brutal thrust. He held her hips so that she couldn’t move. She could only accept what he was giving her as he drilled her rough and hard, pumping into her from underneath, gravity doing its duty as she dropped down on him each time he rammed inside her.
It was just the beginning. Stevie did what she could to hold on for the ride.
