Page 12 of Addicted

Lord have mercy.

His body was ridiculous. All muscle, all tattoos, all perfection. His chest was broad, his abs were cut, and those tattoos... they covered every inch of him. I wanted to trace every line with my tongue.

He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down along with his boxers. His dick sprang free, and my eyes widened.

“Oh fuck,” I breathed.

It was huge. Like, rearrange my insides huge. Thick and long and already hard as steel.

Stone smirked. “Problem?”

“That ain’t gon’ fit.”

“It’ll fit.”

“I don’t—”

“It’ll fit,” he repeated, more firmly this time.

I sat up, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. I let it fall away, then slid my thong down my legs and kicked it off.

Now we were both naked, and the air between us was charged.

Stone walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, taking his time rolling it on. Then he walked to the bed, and I moved to the center, making room for him. He sat down, his back against theheadboard, his dick standing straight up.

“Come here,” he said. “Ride it.”

I crawled over to him, straddling his lap. His hands went to my waist, and I could feel his dick pressing against my pussy. I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, then I started to lower myself down. The stretch was immediate and intense. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut.

I took a breath and pushed down a little more. It burned, but in a good way. In a way that made me want more. I lifted up slightly, then pushed down again, taking more of him.

Stone’s jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on my face.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I kept going, inch by inch, until I couldn’t take anymore. I looked down and realized I still had a few inches to go.

“I can’t,” I said, lifting up. “It’s too much.”

“You out here offering up pussy to save your brother, and you can’t even take dick?” Stone said, his voice mocking.

“Nigga, your dick is fuckin’ huge,” I shot back. “This ain’t no regular dick.”

He smirked. “I ain’t no regular nigga.”

Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips and he pulled me down hard, forcing me to take all of him at once.

I screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain, while he groaned deep in his chest.

“Wait—”

“Ride it,” he said again, cutting me off.

I started to move, slowly at first, lifting up andsliding back down. The sensation was overwhelming.

Stone’s hands moved to my ass, gripping hard, helping me move. His eyes were locked on mine, and there was something in them that made me uncomfortable. Something intense and almost... obsessive.

I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling instead.