Page 70 of Addicted

“I’ma take a shower,” he said. “Then I’ll be back.”

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, my heart racing. I could hear the water turn on, and I tried to focus on the movie. But I couldn’t.

All I could think about was Stone in the shower. Water running down his tattooed body. His hands soaping up his muscles. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling heat pooling between my legs.

Fifteen minutes later, Stone emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. No shirt. Just his bare chest and abs on full display, water still glistening on his brown skin.

My mouth went dry.

He walked over to the bed and climbed in beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. Then he reached over and pulled me into his arms. His big hand immediately went to my ass, rubbing and squeezing under the lace nightie.

I bit my lip, my body already responding to his touch. His hand traveled higher, sliding between my thighs. When he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear, he groaned.

“You tryna start something?” he murmured against my ear.

“Maybe,” I whispered back.

His fingers slid through my wetness, teasing me. He slipped two fingers inside me, and I gasped.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back against his shoulder.

Stone’s thumb found my clit, rubbing slow circles while his fingers fucked me deep.

“You wet as hell, baby,” he said, his voice rough. “This pussy been waiting for me?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my hips moving against his hand.

He increased his pace, his fingers curling inside me to hit that spot that made me see stars. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, and I felt myself getting close.

“Come all over my hand, baby,” Stone commanded, his lips against my ear.

That was all it took.

I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched around his fingers, my whole body shaking.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” Stone said, slowly pulling his fingers out.

I was still catching my breath when I turned around and climbed on top of him. I kissed his lips, tasting him, then moved to his neck. I kissed and sucked on his skin, leaving marks, claiming him the way he always claimed me.

Then I started trailing kisses down his chest. His rock-hard abs. Lower. Until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants. I could see his dick straining against the fabric, hard as steel.

I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as I slowly pulled his sweatpants down. His dick sprang free, thick and long and perfect. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly, and Stone groaned.

It hit me then that I’d never done this before. In all the times we’d fucked, I’d never given him head. And suddenly, I wanted to. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.

I leaned down and took him into my mouth, as much as I could fit. He was big, way too big to take all ofhim, so I used my hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit.

“Fuck,” Stone groaned, his hand going to my hair.

I started moving, sucking and stroking, finding a rhythm. His hand guided me, showing me what he liked, and I followed his lead.

I deep throated him, making my mouth water, then I pulled back and spit on his dick, getting it wet and messy. Then I went back down, sucking him sloppily, noisily, not caring how I looked.

“Fuck,” Stone said again, his voice strained. “That’s how you suck daddy dick.”

His words made me go harder.

I looked up at him while I sucked, and the look in his eyes made my pussy clench. That wild, unhinged look. The look that said I was his and he was never letting me go.