Page 139 of Property of Stone
Tomorrow. Think about this fuckin’ shit tomorrow when your brain ain’t down in your dick.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
With Taryn’shands planted on his chest, she slowly slid up and down his hard-as-fuck dick. Her slick cunt swallowed it whole, then slowly revealed its length. Over and fucking over again.
When she began to take her sweet fucking time rocking and rolling her hips, it just about drove him out of his goddamn mind. On the other hand, if she rode him like a wild woman, he’d be in deep shit.
When he fingered her clit, she ground her pussy against him, driving him even deeper.
It was like Taryn was trying to sabotage him with how she moved, how soaked she was. Dripping down his length and onto his balls. Tempting him to blow his load before he was ready.
Fuck that. It was too soon.
He watched her tits bounce a few times before raising his gaze to see her head thrown back, her mouth gaping open and rapid puffs of breaths coming from her like an old steamengine.
For fuck’s sake, seeing her like that almost backfired on him.
With his teeth gritted, he took a long, deep breath of his own and thought of…
Puppies.
Goldfish.
The fact his sled needed a good wash and shine.
The time he slammed some motherfucker’s head into a cement block wall and watched him slowly slide to the ground, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Yeah, that did the trick to push him away from that edge.
Digging his fingers into her hips, he prepared to take over soon. He needed to quickly bring this across the finish line before he went past the point of no return.
With a twist, he rolled until she was under him and he was nestled between her soft, slick thighs.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,”he groaned as he slid balls deep.
Her pussy was a warm, wet glove, pulsing around his hard-on.
He didn’t know if she had ever been this responsive with any other men she’d been with before him, but he preferred to think she hadn’t. That the two of them had some special sexual chemistry that made it so damn good.
He didn’t care why it was, it just was.
Mine.
What the fuck? He pushed that random thought out of his brain and continued to thrust.
She’s fuckin’ mine.
A sharp pain shot through his chest. What the fuck was wrong with him? Was he having a damn heart attack? Was he going to die the way he always hoped, in the middle of fucking?
Damn, he wasn’t ready for that yet. He had tofinish raising Sunny first before dropping dead from doing his favorite activity.
No other man better try touchin’ her.
Why the fuck was his brain glitching? Not once had he ever had those kinds of thoughts with any other woman.
Only Taryn.
Not lettin’ her go.
