Page 15 of Addicted

I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around them. She let out a soft moan in her sleep, her hips shifting toward my hand.

I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself between her legs, spreading them wider. Then I grabbed my dick and started rubbing the head through her wetness, teasing her.

That’s when her eyes flew open.

For a second, she looked confused, maybe even scared. But then her gaze focused on me, on what I was doing, and that fear turned into something else.

Lust.

Her pupils dilated, her breathing quickened, and she bit down on that juicy ass bottom lip.

“Wake up,” I said, my voice rough.

She didn’t say anything. Just stared at me with those brown eyes, waiting.

I kept rubbing my dick against her pussy, coating myself in her wetness, watching her face. Her hands moved to my shoulders, gripping them, her nailsdigging into my skin.

Then I pushed inside her in one hard stroke.

“Fuck!” Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders.

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started hitting her with deep, fast strokes, making the headboard bang against the wall with each thrust. My hand gripped her hip, holding her in place while I fucked her.

She was moaning loud as hell, her head thrown back, her body moving with mine. I slid my other hand between us and found her clit, rubbing it in circles while I kept pounding into her.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she was chanting, her voice getting higher with each word.

I felt her pussy start to tighten around my dick, squeezing me like a vice grip. She was about to come.

“That’s it,” I growled. “Come on my dick.”

Her whole body tensed, and then she was coming, screaming my name, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.

I moved my hand from her clit to her throat, wrapping my fingers around it and applying just enough pressure. Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilating even more, and I could see she was loving that shit.

That’s when my burner started ringing.

I blew hot air through my nose, already irritated. Nobody called that phone unless it was urgent. They would text. A call meant some serious shit was going down.

I kept fucking Indie, reaching over to grab the phone off the nightstand. She was looking at me like I was crazy for answering it.

“Yeah?” I answered, my voice clipped.

“Stone, we got a problem.” It was Kenzo, and I could hear the tension in his voice.

“Talk.”

“Somebody tried to rob the shipment. Our niggas handled it. The product safe, but something ain’t right.”

My grip tightened on the phone, and I started fucking Indie harder, chasing my nut because I needed to get the fuck out of here ASAP.

“Where you at?” I asked.

“The warehouse.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

I ended the call and tossed the phone on the mattress. Then I grabbed Indie’s hips and yanked her up, angling her pussy so I could get even deeper. I stroked her hard and fast, feeling my orgasm building.