Page 20 of Addicted

Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the stairs.

He led me to the bedroom and pushed me inside. I watched as he started undressing, pulling off his shirt to reveal that tattooed, muscular chest, then unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his jeans.

His dick was already hard, thick and long, and I felt that familiar ache between my legs.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on, then walked over to me.

He gripped my face in his hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks, and kissed me again. This time it was slower, deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was memorizing the taste of me.

Then he grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, and he positioned me over his dick. I felt the head pressing against my entrance, and then he was lowering me down onto him.

I gasped as he filled me, stretching me open. My arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as he started fucking me standing up.

His lips moved from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my throat, kissing and licking and biting. His hands gripped my ass, controlling my movements, bouncing me up and down on his dick.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my head falling back.

He walked us over to the bed and laid down on his back, pulling me with him. But instead of making me ride him, he positioned me so my back was on his chest.

Then he wrapped his arm around my legs, hooking it under my knees, and pulled them up toward my chest. His other arm wrapped around the back of my neck, locking me in place.

Full Nelson.

I’d seen this position in porn before, but I’d never experienced it.

Holy fuck.

He planted his feet on the mattress and started thrusting up into me, hard and fast, and I couldn’t do anything but take it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My whole body was trembling.

It only took a few strokes before I was coming, my pussy clenching around his dick, my vision going white.

I thought about Ryan. He was the last nigga I’d fucked before Stone. Ryan was decent in bed, but he was basic. Missionary, maybe doggy style if I was lucky. I couldn’t even imagine him attempting some shit like this.

Stone was a different type of nigga.

He kept fucking me, relentless, and I came again, screaming his name.

Finally, I felt him tense beneath me, his grip tightening, and then he was coming too, groaning low in his throat.

He pushed me aside when he was done, and I collapsed on the bed.

Stone sat up and disposed of the condom, then stood and started getting dressed, his breathing steady.

I just stared at him, wondering if this nigga was an alien or some shit. How the fuck was he not tired?

“Put your clothes back on,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. “We leaving.”

I perked up at that, hope flaring in my chest. “You mean I can go home?”

He looked at me like I was stupid. “Nah. I’m taking you to get something to eat.”

I rolled my eyes but didn’t protest. I was hungry as fuck, and at this point, I’d take what I could get.

I got dressed, pulling my clothes back on for the second time today, and followed Stone downstairs and out the front door.