Page 11 of Addicted

I heard him move behind me, and then his hands were on my ass, rubbing, squeezing, exploring. His touch was firm, possessive, like he was claiming andinspecting what was his. He grabbed my thong and pulled it, letting it snap back against my skin. The sharp sting made me moan before I could stop myself.

He did it again, and again, each time making me wetter. Then his hand slid between my legs, moving my panties to the side. His fingers found my pussy, and I was already soaking wet.

“Damn,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.

“I told you this pussy was top tier,” I said, my voice breathless.

His fingers slipped through my wetness, teasing my clit, sliding inside me, then back out. He was taking his sweet time, learning what made me moan, what made me gasp.

I moaned louder, my legs starting to shake.

“You gon’ come for me?” he asked, his fingers moving faster now.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I’m gonna—”

He pulled his fingers out.

I made a sound of frustration, looking back at him over my shoulder. “What the fuck, nigga?”

His hand came down hard on my ass, the smack echoing through the empty house. “You ain’t coming until I say you can,” Stone said, his voice hard.

“Are you serious right now?” I tried to stand up, but his other hand pressed down on my lower back, keeping me in position.

His fingers went back to work, teasing me, bringing me right to the edge and then stopping. Over and over again. It was torture, but it was the best kind of torture.

I was begging by the end of it, my whole bodytrembling, sweat dripping down my back.

“Please,” I whimpered, all my pride gone. “Please, Stone, I need to come.”

“No,” he said, and did it again.

“I can’t—I can’t take it anymore.”

“Yes, you can.”

He kept going for what felt like forever, until I was literally crying from frustration. I was leaking, shaking, I’d never been edged like this in my life. Every nerve ending was on fire, my pussy was throbbing, and I felt like I was losing my mind.

He did it one more time, bringing me right to that edge, and I was ready to fight his ass when he finally said, “Come.”

His fingers curled inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and I came so hard I saw stars. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. My legs gave out completely, but Stone caught me around the waist, holding me up. He lifted me up and carried me toward the stairs.

He took me into a bedroom and dropped me on the bed, making me bounce slightly. I laid there, still trying to catch my breath, looking up at him like he was absolutely insane.

Because he was. He had to be.

His dick was hard as fuck, straining against his pants, but he didn’t move to take his clothes off. He just stood there looking at me.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

He didn’t answer. Just kept staring at me like a fucking serial killer. I started wondering if he was actually going to kill me. If this was all some sick game and he was going to fuck me and then put a bullet in myhead.

Out of nowhere, that evil smile came back. “You in a hurry?”

“I mean, you got me all worked up. Least you could do is finish what you started.”

“Oh, I’m gon’ finish. Don’t worry about that.”

He finally started undressing, pulling his shirt over his head.