“Aw, fuck. Such a tight little pussy. Squeeze my dick, Stevie.”
Her inner muscles locked on tight, dragging a ragged growl from him.
“Yes. Just like that. Fuck. Feels. So. Good.”
Stone never stopped fucking her. Not even when he flipped her onto her back. His hands were rough as he contorted her body, his cock tunneling deep with every stroke.
“I fuckin’ love this pussy,” he snarled. “So fuckin’ wet for me. Did you miss this, Stevie? Miss the way Iownthis pussy?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“I want your orgasm, baby. I want you to come all over my cock. But not yet.” He slammed into her again and again. “Not until I’m done with you.”
She cried out her pleasure, whispered his name, pleaded for more and more and more. He gave her everything she needed, nipping her skin, tweaking her nipples, pounding her pussy. It was wild, unhinged, and so perfect that she briefly wondered if she would even survive it.
Stone shifted forward, bending her in half, pounding down into her, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. He wasn’t gentle, and she loved every second. She’d always loved watching the need overwhelm him as he took his pleasure from her.
“Stone!” It was a warning. She couldn’t hold back. She was going to come.
“Take it, baby,” he hissed, his eyes locked on her face. “Takeme, Stevie. I wanna feel you come.”
She tried to hold on, not wanting it to end, but the electricity ignited the flame, and it grew hotter and hotter until she was boiling over, every cell in her body charged and sparking.
“Let go,” he demanded, his eyes hot.
Digging her nails into his arms, she did as he instructed. She let go. Falling, falling. She was overwhelmed by pleasure, drowning in ecstasy that was far more intense than anything she’d ever felt.
Or so she thought.
She learned how wrong she was when Stone slammed into her one final time.
“I love you, Stevie,” he rasped, his eyes closing, teeth clamping together as he pulsed deep inside her.
Intensedidn’t even begin to describe the feeling that swept over her then.
***
Stone didn’t want to sleep.
He didn’t want to miss a minute with this woman.
But after he’d cleaned them both and joined her in his big bed again, the tug of exhaustion was impossible to resist as he held Stevie in the dark, her soft body warm against his. He didn’t fight when sleep took him, dragging him into one of the most restful nights of his life. He woke numerous times, stirred by his body’s desire for the woman he held in his arms. He ignored that need, content to simply be.
When morning finally came, Stone woke with small, determined hands moving over him. And lips. Those were definitely lips that were trailing across his chest. And a tongue.
He groaned softly when Stevie licked his nipple, teasing it to a little point.
“You’re a bad girl.” His voice was rough with sleep, so it came out more of a rasp.
“You have no idea,” she whispered as she continued to work her way south.
Stone relaxed, letting her have her wicked way with him. Her soft mouth explored his cock, bringing him fully awake with her skilled ministrations.
“What time do you have to be at work?” he asked, staring down his torso at the woman who was making love to him with her mouth.
She paused long enough to lift her head and say, “Seven thirty.”
He glanced at the clock. 6:03 a.m. glowed brilliantly red from the nightstand.
