Page 95 of Property of Stone
For fuck’s sake,he was trying to getherto come, not lose his own shit.
Needing another distraction, he once again sank his teeth into her tit, not as gently this time, then dragged his tongue over the mark left behind.
She didn’t tell him to stop.Fuck no. Her pussy squeezed him even tighter. He slipped that in his sexual toolbox for next time.
But that move didn’t distract him, it only made him teeter dangerously.
Planting his knees deeper into the mattress, he began to piston his hips and power up and into her until he couldn’t drive himself any deeper into her molten heat. She took everything he gave her and gave it back to him, thrust for fucking thrust.
Spearing herself on his cock.
Grinding against him.
Driving him out of his fucking mind.
Her sharp gasp turned into a low moan. And he had to clench his teeth as her core rippled around him. Since he was already standing dangerously to the edge, she was about to knock his ass over.
Hold out. Just a little damn longer. She’s almost there.
Thank fuck he was right.
With a low wail, she tensed and exploded around him. Not only could he feel the wave after wave of her orgasm trying to sabotage him, but he swore she gushed all over him. This was one damn time he wished he hadn’t worn a wrap.
When her climax faded away, she sank bonelessly into the mattress.
Soft. Pliant.Satisfied.
Fuck yeah.
It was go time.
Unfortunately, “go” only meant three more pumps before his balls screamed, “Enough!” With one last tilt of his hips, he sank himself to the root, closed his eyes and shot his load with a groaned, “Fuck.”
She continued to cling to him as he waited for reality to return.
He met her eyes as soon as he opened his. “You good?”
Goddamn!Was he a victim of body snatchers? When the fuck had he ever asked that?
The corners of her lips curled up slightly. “Do you really need me to answer that?”
Fuck no he didn’t, but it didn’t hurt to ask. Especially since, for once in his life, he was trying to make an impression.
If not body snatchers, it had to be old age creeping up on him.
With another groan, he rolled off her and flopped onto his back, his lungs still starved for oxygen and his heart still trying to knock a hole in his chest. But at least his empty balls were happy as shit.
Hell, so was he.
Of course she’d want to share his bed with him now. By nailing her as good as he did, he nailed this “interview.”
He slipped off the wrap, careful not to spill it all over the damn bed, tied it off, and set it aside.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispered up to the ceiling.
He tucked an arm under his head and turned it just enough to let his eyes trace her profile.
“Came the last time we fucked.” No way did shefake any of her orgasms. He was a damn pro at telling the difference. Sometimes he cared, most times he didn’t give a shit.
