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I don’t have the answer to that either, but he doesn’t wait for one. Instead, he bucks his hips against mine, pushing me up against the wall with his body, and his hands start working my shirt up my chest.
I lift my arms, and when it’s off, he drops it on the floor. His hands go to my breasts, and he squeezes them, kneading, massaging. He’s rough, but it’s what I want. Hell, it’s all I know.
My hands run down his back, nails biting into his skin, and he growls into my mouth. He all but rips my bra off me before he sets me down on the floor and unbuttons my jeans. They’re around my ankles in no time, and I’m in nothing but my G-string a second later.
Stone works his way down my body, planting kisses, taking skin between his teeth and biting down just hard enough that pleasure blossoms under every bite. His hands are on my breasts periodically until he closes his mouth over my pussy. He sticks out his tongue, and the material of my G-string is rough on my clit as he laps at me right through the material.
I groan. I want him to push me to the edge and then to push me over it so that I fall. I want him to taste, suck, lick, and fuck me.
Stone pulls my G-string down as if reading my mind and grabs my thigh. His hands are large and hot. He throws my leg over his shoulder, opening me up, and dives into my pussy again. This time, his tongue is hot and slick on my clit, and he flicks it back and forth faster and faster. I push my hands into his blond hair and curl them into fists, grabbing tufts of it and holding onto him.
He pushes two fingers into me, and when I cry out, he starts sucking on my clit while he pumps his fingers in and out. I’m balanced between his mouth and his hand as he finger-fucks me and sucks me.
An orgasm builds at my core. The pleasure grows and grows as I reach the edge, and it doesn’t take much more effort on Stone’s past before I topple over it.
I cry out as the orgasm washes over me in waves, and I shudder, the leg I’m using to keep my balance buckling beneath me.
Stone stands and kisses me again. I can taste myself on his lips. He grinds his hips against me again, and the material of his sweatpants is rough.
I want to pull them down, return the favor, suck him off before we do anything else. But Stone has something else in mind, and he’s in control.
He spins me around and walks me to the bed. His tongue is in my mouth again, and the way he touches me is rough yet tender. I don’t know how the two come together.
When we reach the bed, I expect him to push me into it and climb onto me. I expect him to get rid of his pants and push into me, his face close to mine, his chest against my bare breasts.
Instead, he spins me around so that I’m facing the bed and he’s behind me. He cups my breasts and kisses and bites a line along my neck and shoulder. I shiver, my need for him turning into a desperate ache.
He runs his hands down my body then puts one hand on the bed and the other on my back. He holds me in place and bends me over so that my ass sticks out at him. I catch myself on the bed and look over my shoulder.
Stone pulls down his pants to just below his ass and pulls out his rock hard cock. He has a condom rolled over it in no time—he’s done this before, that’s clear—and then he steers his cock to me and finds my entrance.
I stop thinking. When he pushes into me, I cry out. He groans as he slides in as deep as he can go, and I shiver and tremble around the thick cock that fills me up. He waits a moment, as if he’s aware that his size is a challenge and I need a moment to adjust.
When he pulls out, he slams back in again harder and faster, using some of his residual anger towards me. I can feel his intensity as I take his rock solid dick. He’s enjoying having me shake under him, completely at his mercy. I cry out as he does it again, and I brace myself on the bed as he starts fucking me from behind. His balls slap against my pussy as he strokes in and out of me. I cry out, gasping and moaning in rhythm with his fucking.
Stone reaches around and cups one of my breasts, and he rides me harder.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on between us, but I know that this raw lust and the need for a release happens every time I’m around him.
A second orgasm starts at my core. My knees are getting weak, and I collapse my arms so my chest is on the mattress. Stone’s hands are back on my hips, and he pounds into me as if there’s no tomorrow. Each thrust has me shaking.
He’s doing a hell of a job for someone as injured as he is.
I cry out as the second orgasm shatters me. I could blackout from the intensity.
He groans and picks up his pace, rather than slowing down to let me recover. He slams into me again and again, and I feel him getting larger, harder if that’s possible.
When he buries himself inside of me with a sharp cry, I feel his cock pulsate and jerk inside of me as he releases. We’re locked in a state of ecstasy, and I’m unraveling as he trembles and jerks and finally slides out of me.
I collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath. Stone sits down next to me. He buries his hands in this hair.
“Fuck,” he bites out.
Fuck is right.
Finally, when I relearn how to breathe, I feel strangely vulnerable. Stone gets up, fixes his pants, and walks to the bar to pour himself another drink. I don’t know if he keeps his back to me to give me some privacy while I scoop my clothes off his floor and get dressed or if he just doesn’t care that we fucked each other in the rawest, intense sex I’d ever had.
When I’m dressed, he turns to me.
