Page 43 of Addicted

I didn’t know what to feel. Part of me was flattered. Like, this nigga really just admitted he couldn’t get off with another woman because of me. But the other part of me was disgusted. He’d tried to fuck someone else. He’d left me here, alone, for three days, and went out and tried to replace me.

“So you didn’t even have the decency to wash the hoe off you before coming here?” I snapped, my anger flaring back up. “After leaving me alone for days? I didn’t know if you were dead or alive!”

Stone didn’t respond, he just grabbed me by the waist and started pulling me toward the bathroom.

“Let go of me!” I yelled, trying to twist out of his grip, but he was too strong.

He dragged me into the bathroom like I weighed nothing, ignoring my protests, my fists hitting his chest and shoulders.

When we got inside, he finally let go of me. I stumbled back, glaring at him, my chest heaving. Then he started stripping. He pulled off his hoodie, revealing his tattooed chest and arms, the muscles flexing as he moved. His jeans. His boxer briefs. Until he was standing there completely naked, his dick already hard andstanding at attention.

I stared at him, my mouth dry, my anger warring with the heat pooling low in my belly.

He walked over to the shower and turned it on, stepping inside without a word. I stood there, frozen, watching as the water cascaded over his body.

He grabbed the soap and started washing himself, his movements slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t standing there, fuming, waiting for an explanation.

After a few minutes, he rinsed off and turned to look at me.

“Come here, Indigo,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I should’ve told him to fuck off. Should’ve walked out of that bathroom and locked myself in the bedroom. But I didn’t. Instead, I reached down and pulled my nightie over my head, dropping it to the floor. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties.

Stone’s eyes darkened as they roamed over my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips, the space between my thighs.

I walked over to the shower, and he opened the door for me. I stepped inside, the hot water hitting my skin, steam rising around us.

We stood there, staring at each other, the water beating down on us. Neither of us spoke. The air between us was thick with tension, with unspoken words, with something I couldn’t name.

And then Stone moved.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me to him. His mouth crashed down on mine, and I kissed him back just as hard. The kiss was roughand desperate, like we were both trying to say everything we couldn’t put into words.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against mine, staring into my eyes. And the look on his face...

It was wild and hungry in a way that made my knees go weak, like he was coming apart just from seeing me. Like he was losing his mind over me.

My breath caught in my throat.

I leaned in and kissed him again, softer this time, and he groaned against my mouth. Then he lifted me, his hands gripping my ass, and sat down on the built-in shower bench. He positioned me over his dick, and I felt the head pressing against my pussy.

Slowly, he lowered me down, and we both groaned as I took him in, inch by inch, until I was fully seated on him.

Fuck.

He felt so good. So right.

Stone gripped my ass cheeks and started moving me up and down, his hips thrusting up to meet me. Our wet bodies smacked together, the sound echoing off the tile walls, amplified by the water.

I stared into his eyes, and he stared back, and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul. Like he was taking something from me I didn’t even know I had to give.

“I missed this pussy,” he said, his voice rough and strained. “Missed this good ass fuckin’ pussy so much.”

His words sent a jolt of heat through me, and I felt myself getting wetter, my walls clenching around him. And then I came so hard that my body shook as the orgasm ripped through me.

“That’s right, baby,” Stone said, his voice low and encouraging. “Come for me.”

He kept bouncing me on his dick, his grip on my ass tightening, his thrusts getting harder. I threw my head back, moaning loudly, taking every single inch of his big, thick ass dick. I’d missed it. Missed him. And I hated myself for it.