Page 83 of Addicted

I spun around to face him and nodded.

“I am,” I said, smiling. “Thank you for planning this, daddy.”

Stone smirked. “You’re welcome, baby.”

Just then, the song changed, and I knew the beat immediately.Back That Azz Upby Juvenile started playing through the speakers. Aurora and I locked eyes from across the yard. This was our anthem. We’d been shaking our ass to this song since high school.

Without saying a word, we both ran to the center of the outdoor area, put our hands on our knees, and started twerking our asses off. Tierra joined us, laughing and throwing it back right along with us. The men watched in amusement, laughing and staring.

I was in my zone, shaking my ass to the beat, feeling free and happy and alive. But before the song was even over, I felt hands grab my waist.

Stone.

He snatched me up, lifting me off the ground. “You doing too much,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I laughed as he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

“Stone!” I said, still laughing. “Put me down!”

He didn’t respond. He just carried me inside the house, leaving the party behind.

Stone walked into the nearest bedroom and threw me down on the bed.

I bounced slightly, still laughing. But when I looked up at him, I saw the look on his face. He was glaring at me. Not playfully. He was pissed.

I laughed again, finding the look on his facecomical.

“You gon’ make me kill them niggas for looking at what’s mine,” Stone snapped.

I rolled my eyes. “They were not looking at me. Deacon’s wife is here, and I’m sure Kenzo was watching Aurora. Okay, maybe Antoine was looking, but that’s it.”

Stone climbed on top of me, grabbing me by the throat. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make his point.

“You think you funny, Indigo?” he asked, his voice low.

I giggled. “Just a little bit.”

He gave me a hard stare, his jaw clenched. Then he started undoing his pants.

“You ain’t gon’ be laughing in a minute,” he said.

He stripped me bare, yanking off my top, my jeans, my heels, everything, until I was completely naked beneath him. Then he slid inside me without giving me a second to prepare.

I could feel every single inch of that big ass dick. My back arched off the bed.

He sat up on his heels and lifted my legs in the air, grabbing onto one ankle in each hand.

He spread my legs wide, bussing my pussy open, and started fucking me with deep, punishing strokes that had the bed banging against the wall.

The deeper he went, the louder I screamed.

“Out there shakin’ ass in front of niggas like you ain’t got no fuckin’ sense,” Stone growled, his voice rough.

I couldn’t even respond. He was dicking me down so good, hitting my spot over and over again, and I couldn’t form words.

“You wanted me to fuck you like this, huh?” he said, his strokes getting deeper. “That’s why yo’ ass was showing out.”

“Yes!Ooh, shit!I wanted it, daddy,” I moaned loudly, my hands gripping the sheets. “Fuck!”