Page 94 of Property of Stone
Christ, she felt so damn good.
This right here was why he had been unable to sleep on that damn couch. Knowing he could be on the second floor doing this and not stuck fucking his own fist. Or having to find a sweet butt tomorrow to relievehis balls.
It had been a while since he fucked anyone who wasn’t a sweet butt or a willing hang-around. The difference between a fuck who only did it to get something out of it versus doing it for pleasure and orgasms was night and fucking day. The woman currently wrapped around him had not faked shit yet. Every reaction he’d experienced so far was one hundred percent genuine.
How aroused she was. Her moans. Her groans. Her gasps.
Everything that was quickly driving him to the edge.
Taryn was no sweet butt. No chick hanging out at a Kings’ party trying to get her claws into him or one of his brothers.
Fuck no.
She didn’t insult him with the over-the-top squeals or the screamed “yes, yes, yes!” like from some of the sweet butts. Every time they “acted” during sex, he stopped and threatened to find a way to shut them the fuck up. Including cutting off their air supply.
While the sweet butts were convenient and more than willing to do whatever he or his brothers asked, sometimes—fuck, a lot of times—they got on his fucking nerves.
Taryn was a hell of a nice change.
Sometimes change was good. Or needed.
Because truthfully, he was getting bored with his limited sexual selection. And he really didn’t want to go out and track down some strange. That usually took too much effort for not enough reward.
Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she jammed her pelvis up and into him to not only drive him even deeper, but so he’d hit all the right spots.
With a groan, she continued to lift her hips to meet eachof his thrusts with one of her own. Her short fingernails drilled into his ass in an effort to pull him even deeper.
If he could, he would.
When her nails scraped up his back, he shuddered while he imagined her leaving claw marks behind. A souvenir that he could look at in the mirror later and remember.
Though, he doubted he’d forget this any time soon. Because he certainly couldn’t stop reliving their little “get-together” in the downstairs bathroom.
Usually when he was supposed to be concentrating on something else.
Like right fucking now.
Get with the goddamn program, asshole. You’re dick deep in pussy and you’re not even present.
His hips surged and stuttered, then he began to power up into her more frantically.
All he wanted to do was pump fast and hard and just explode inside her.
For fuck’s sake. He needed to slow down, to draw this out as long as possible. But he was finding it fucking impossible.
He needed to fucking wait.
He wanted her to come.
To save himself, he claimed her mouth again. Their tongues twisting and tangling together. But only seconds later, he broke his mouth free and twisted his head to the side, closing his eyes, and panted.
It was never like this when he fucked other women. But then, he also didn’t give a fuck what any other woman thought about his performance.
Unlike with Taryn.
He needed to pull out all the stops and get her to come soon.
Jamming his hand between him, he pinched her clit hard.But when she bucked against him, she had no idea how dangerous that was.
