“Stone … I want…”
She gasped when he added a third ringer.
“Tell me.”
Her eyes opened, water dripping down her face, droplets forming on her lashes. “Fuck me.”
“I thought I was.”
She shook her head, grabbing for his hand. Hisotherhand, which was cupping her ass.
“Here,” she rasped, urging his fingers between her ass cheeks.
Stone dipped his middle finger along the crack, seeking the tiny hole she was urging him toward. He pressed the tip inside her, and she attempted to spread her legs wider.
He pushed in to the second knuckle, three fingers still buried in her cunt. Water wasn’t the best lubricant, but it worked in a pinch. It allowed him to sink his finger in all the way.
“You wanna be filled by both of us at the same time,” he whispered. “Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
“How does it feel?”
“Full.”
“Hurt?”
“No.”
He slid his finger in and out of her ass, alternating those in her pussy.
“Stone?”
“Hmm?”
Her eyes implored him. “Fuck my ass. With your cock.”
“You sure?”
She nodded.
Removing his fingers from the tight warmth of her body, he stepped back. Knowing there was no way he could fuck her in the shower—their height difference made it impossible—Stone turned off the water and took her by the hand.
She giggled when he dragged her out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. They left a trail of water in their wake, but his cock was too determined to care.
“On the bed. All fours. Ass to me.”
While she did that, he grabbed the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table. Ever since he’d seen Stevie again, he’d been jacking off two or three times a day, attempting to stave off the heat. It was a temporary fix but a necessity nonetheless.
Standing behind her, he pressed his hand to the center of her back, urging her to bend over more.
“Chest flat. Knees wide.”
She widened her legs, her sweet pussy and her little puckered hole beckoning him.
“You ready for me?”
“Yes.”
