Page 141 of Property of Stone
As soon as they could be assured Vic wouldn’t rear his ugly head again, they’d go their separate ways. She’d go back to working as a personal chef, building her online presence and, of course, raising Wren.
He’d go back to his brothers and the club’s sweet butts.
But who would help with Sunny?
The girl needed a responsible woman to look up to, notsweet butts. Even a woman who tended to make mistakes like Taryn.
However, it wasn’t only Sunny she worried about leaving behind.
It was Stone.
Her heart ached unbearably whenever she even considered moving on. That was why when he expressed concern about Vic’s release, she’d decided to stay. She figured with her ex’s volatile temper, if he planned on striking out at her, he would do it right away. Not wait.
Plus, it would give her more time to figure out how she really felt about Stone. And whether he felt the same.
She also needed to keep Wren in mind. His safety and well-being came above her own relationships.
The continuous roll of his hips as he surged up and into her, burying himself to the hilt with every thrust, brought her back to the bed. She’d worry about all of the other noise later. Right now, she should simply enjoy this time with Stone.
He pulled one nipple deep into his mouth, gently scissoring his teeth over the very tip. It was the perfect amount of pressure to cause her back to arch, her pussy to slam into him, and her nails to rake down his tattooed back.
He speared her harder and deeper, hitting the end of her every time.
In the past couple of months, he had learned what made her simmer, what made her boil, and what made her explode like a pressure cooker.
While they had also gotten pretty good about staying as quiet as possible during sex, sometimes it just couldn’t be done.
Now was one of those times. She usually shoved her face into a pillow, but tonight she pulled his head down to hers and melded their lips together instead.
Another very hot option.
Her whimper was caught and contained by his mouth and her hips shot up as she tumbled head over heels. She swore her orgasm started all the way down in her toes and swept through her like a raging river.
She dug her nails in deeper and made sure their lips remained sealed together as a cry rose from her very center as wave after wave rushed through her.
And when her intense climax began to wane, he continued to pump through the aftershocks.
It was no surprise when his hips stuttered. She expected him to quickly follow her orgasm with his own. She was proven right when he grunted into her mouth during the next thrust and stayed buried deep.
After a final shudder rocked him, he released her mouth and continued to slowly glide in and out of her.
Her chest continued to pump as she caught her breath and her head fell back, exposing her throat. He slowly slid his nose up it, tickling her skin with that scratchy beard, then gently sank his teeth into her flesh before kissing the same spot.
She had never enjoyed sex this much before. Why did it take a bad boy biker with amazing skills to show her how it was supposed to be?
Stone rose up onto his elbows, combed her hair away from her face with his long fingers, and locked gazes with her. “Never realized I was so fuckin’ bored with sex ’til you.”
She blinked and her mouth gaped open at that unexpected confession. Did she misunderstand? “What?”
“Said was gettin’ tired of sweet butts and randoms. Didn’t realize it ’til you.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Sure ain’t an insult.”
Well, that was a relief. For a second, she thought she might be boring in bed and that was why Vic cheated. “Well, I thought men were clueless when it came to pleasing a woman. You proved otherwise.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
With a low chuckle, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Thank fuck I could help.”
