Page 93 of Property of Stone
He lifted his head to see the result of his work: her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth lax.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even fucking close.
After dislodging himself from between her thighs, he reached for his main stash of wraps kept in the nightstand drawer.
One unplanned nut nugget was more than enough for now. In fact, some days his mini-monster’s attitude was enough for him to slice off his own balls. Fuck making an appointment for a vasectomy.
While he loved his girl to death, “death” was the right term when it came to her since she might be the fucking death of him. She loved to push his patience. It didn’t help that he didn’t have a lot to begin with.
Yeah, the fuck if he was barebacking it with any woman. Even if she told him she was on birth control. He trusted that assurance about as much as he trusted the fucking pigs—thebadge wearing kind, not the slab of bacon kind—which was zero.
Her eyes blinked open once he returned to settle on his knees between her legs. He held up the foil wrapper. “Good with this, right?”
Best to ask first than be accused later. A lesson he’d learned the hard way.
If a woman was joining him in his room at the clubhouse, she no doubt wanted to be there. The last time he fucked Taryn, it was clear she wanted it becauseshecame tohim. But since he invited himself to his own damn bed, he wanted to be crystal fucking clear.
It would really suck for Sunny if both parents were doing a bid behind bars at the same time.
So, no shit, it didn’t hurt to make sure. He lifted an eyebrow at her slow response. “Yeah?”
Maybe she lost her ability to think and speak from the intense orgasm he gave her with only his mouth. He fought his grin.
Finally, her answer was a soft smile and the cocking of her knees to give him full access.
No taking that the wrong way.
She wanted it.
She wanted him.
She was going to get what she wanted.
He quickly tore open the wrap and rolled it on, his dick pounding with its own heartbeat the whole time in anticipation.
He then settled his hips between her thighs but before he planted himself deep, he latched his lips on the curve of one tit. When he slowly sank his teeth in, Taryn jammed her pelvis up and into him, encouraging him to fuck her withouthaving to say a damn word. Once he released her, he swirled his tongue over her pebbled flesh.
He and his dick were more than ready, willing and able to take this to the next level.
Her hips shot up when the thick crown bumped against her sensitive, slick flesh. Fisting himself, he used his cock to nudge her open, then slid the head through her slick folds until it caught. Right where he needed to be. Right where she wanted him.
His goal tonight—besides getting off that crappy couch—was to claim that pussy as his for as long as she lived under his roof, as long as she needed protection. As long as she needed him.
Stone selfishly considered letting Vic the Dick live longer than originally planned. Of course, that would be a dick move since wanting her for himself was not more important than her safety.
But then, his brain had dropped into his balls. This was not a good time for making real plans or any deep thinking.
It was more about driving himself deep.
So, that was what he did.
With a sharp thrust, he planted himself to the root, drawing a gasp-turned-moan from her as he filled her and her wet heat surrounding him like a snug velvet glove.
A perfect damn fit, as if they had been made for each other.
With her already soaked, he easily glided in and out of her and was able to take full smooth strokes rim to root.
