Page 50 of Addicted

He licked me slowly at first, teasing, his tonguesliding against me. Then he started eating me like he was starving and my pussy was the only thing keeping him alive.

I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation. But then his voice cut through the haze.

“Open your fuckin’ eyes, Indigo.”

My eyes flew open, and I looked down at him. He was staring up at me, his face buried in my pussy, his dark eyes locked on mine.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice muffled. “Watch me eat this pussy.”

I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t do anything but stare into his eyes as he devoured me.

His tongue circled my clit, then dipped inside me, fucking me with it. I was grinding on his face, my hips bucking, my hands gripping the couch cushions.

“Stone,” I whimpered. “Oh fuck, Stone—”

He didn’t stop, he didn’t slow down. He just kept going, his tongue working me over until I came with a scream, my body shaking.

But he still didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept sucking, kept eating me out until I came again. And again. By the time he finally pulled back, I was a trembling mess, my thighs shaking, my pussy throbbing.

Stone stood up, staring down at me with that same obsessed look in his eyes. Then he flipped me over onto my stomach.

“Ass up,” he commanded.

I obeyed, getting on my hands and knees, my ass high in the air. I heard the rustling of his pants being undone, and then I felt the head of his dick pressing against my entrance. He slammed into me without warning.

“Fuck!” I screamed, my face buried in the couch cushions.

Stone didn’t give me time to adjust. He just started fucking me with ruthless, punishing strokes. Deep and hard. Over and over. His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack.

“Stone!”

“This pussy is mine,” he growled, smacking my ass again. “You mine. You belong to me and you gon’ do what the fuck I say. You hear me?”

I just moaned, unable to form words. He smacked my ass harder.

“You hear me?” he demanded. “Tell me you gon’ do what I say.”

I tried to ignore him, tried to focus on the feeling of his dick stretching me, filling me. But he wasn’t having it. He smacked my ass so hard I cried out, tears springing to my eyes.

“I ain’t playin’ with you, Indigo,” he said, his voice hard. “Tell me you gon’ do whatever the fuck daddy say. Now!”

I broke.

“I’ma do whatever daddy say!” I screamed.

Stone groaned, and his strokes got harder. Faster. He gripped the back of my neck, squeezing slightly, and I felt myself spiraling.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he praised, his voice rough. “You such a good girl, baby.”

That did it. I came hard, my pussy clenching around his dick, my whole body shaking. A moment later, Stone did too, his grip on my neck tightening as he released inside me.

He pulled out and I collapsed on the couch, tryingto catch my breath.

I looked back at him, and he was putting his dick away, tucking himself back into his pants. He stared down at me with that crazy look in his eyes, and I just shook my head. This nigga was something else.

“Get ready,” he said, his voice calm and unbothered. “Your brother will be here in an hour.”

Then he turned and walked away, leaving me naked and trembling on the couch.