Page 125 of Addicted

He gripped my hips, pulling me closer, driving deeper inside me.

“That’s right,” he said. “Give it to me, baby. Come on this dick like a good girl.”

A few moments later, I felt it building again. That familiar pressure low in my belly.

“Stone,” I gasped. “I’m—”

“I know,” he said. “I feel you. Come with me, baby.”

And then we were both coming, our bodies trembling, my breathing ragged. Stone groaned my name, his hips stuttering as he released inside me. I clung to him, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

Stone kissed me deeply, passionately. And just like always, he wasn’t even breathing hard. Meanwhile, I was laying there gasping for air.

Stone chuckled against my lips, then started planting kisses all over my face and neck.

“You good?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

“I feel like you just fucked a good night’s sleep out of me,” I said, laughing weakly. “I’m tired now.”

He smirked. “That’s how you supposed to feel.”

I smacked him playfully on the chest. “Shut up.”

He kissed me again, then pulled out and climbed off the bed.

“We need to get on the road,” he said, walking toward the bathroom.

I groaned, rolling onto my side. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day?”

“Nah,” he said, looking back at me with a grin. “You got plans with Aurora, remember?”

I sighed. “Fine.”

***

We showered together, Stone’s hands roaming over my body the entire time. By the time we got out, I was already turned on again, but we didn’t have time for another round. We dried off and went to our separate closets to get dressed.

I pulled on a pair of black leather pants that fit like they were made for me, paired with a cream silk blouse tucked just enough in the front, the rest falling loose behind me. A Gucci belt cinched my waist, and I slipped into a pair of Zanotti ankle boots to finish it off.

I put some diamond studs in my ears, my Cartier bracelet on my wrist, and a diamond Cuban link at myneck. My hair went up into a sleek ponytail, a few curls left out to frame my face.

Satisfied, I walked out of the closet and into the bedroom, where Stone was already dressed.

I swear, that man didn’t need a suit to look like power.

Dark denim sat clean on him, paired with a fitted tee and the custom jacket I’d made thrown over it. The chain at his neck rested against his skin, his watch locked on his wrist, everything subtle but expensive.

His waves were fresh, his beard lined up clean, and there was that familiar scent on him. It was a sharp and expensive smell that lingered just long enough to pull me in.

Stone’s eyes roamed over me slowly, taking in every inch of my outfit.

“Come here,” he said, his voice low.

I walked over without thinking. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”