Page 30 of Addicted

I heard him groan. It was a deep, guttural sound that made my pussy clench.

He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine, and I stared back at him, wondering what he was about to do. His face was eye level with my pussy, but he’d never put his mouth there before.

“I need to taste you,” he muttered, his voice rough.

And then he tossed my legs over his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs.

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

His tongue was everywhere. He licked from my clit all the way down to my asshole, then back up again, his tongue flat and wet and relentless.

He did it again, and again.

Then he focused on my entrance, his tongue dipping inside, fucking me with it, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat.

“Stone,” I whimpered, my hands gripping his head, holding him in place.

He moved up to my clit, his lips wrapping around it, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves. I was humping his face shamelessly now, grinding against his mouth, chasing the orgasm I could feel building in my core.

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. And then I was coming hard.

I gushed all over his face, my whole body shaking, my thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Stone didn’t stop.

He kept licking, kept sucking, lapping up everything I gave him like he needed every single drop.

When I finally came down, gasping for air, I looked down at him. He was staring up at me with this crazy, obsessive look in his eyes. Like he’d just discovered something he couldn’t live without. Like he was completely and utterly gone.

This nigga had to be clinically insane. There was something wrong with him. He wasn’t normal.

Stone rose to his feet, his face glistening with my wetness, and quickly freed his dick from his pants.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t give me time to prepare. He just forced his way inside me in one hard thrust, and I felt it everywhere at once. He started fucking me with punishing strokes, each one deeper and harder than the last, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on.

“You came all over daddy face, huh?” he said, his voice low and dirty in my ear.

I whimpered, my pussy clenching around him.

“You gon’ come on daddy dick too, ain’t you?”

I felt myself getting even wetter, felt my body responding to his words in a way that should’ve embarrassed me but didn’t.

“Answer me,” he demanded, his hand wrapping around my throat.

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy!”

And that was it. That was the final straw.

Stone groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and I felt my own orgasm building again, fast and intense. We came together, our bodies locked tight, both of us shaking with the force of it.

I was panting loudly as if I’d done any of the work. Stone’s breathing was normal as always, like he hadn’t just fucked me within an inch of my life.

He pulled out and looked down.