Stone
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His hands tighten on my hips. I hear him swallow hard before he says, “What’s that, darlin’?”
“The moment I feel you swell even thicker inside me right before your dick starts to pulse and fills me up with the warmth that reaches all the way to my heart.”
“Fuck.” He grunts and makes me fly into the air before he gently lays me down on the kitchen table.
He rips open my jeans, then pulls on the fabric to slide it down my legs, along with my panties, struggling a bit to get my boots off to make everything land on the floor. The sound of a zipper is the only warning I get before the tip of his pierced dick slides through the lips of my pussy.
He taps his hard length a few times on my clit, making the metals of our piercings collide and adding extra stimulation to the feverish need to feel him deep inside me.
“Stone,” I breathe on a moan.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you did, Ry, pushing me to get what you want,” he growls, then fills me up with one hard stroke.
What does he expect? For me to feel sorry when this feels so good? I dig my nails into his shoulder to brace for the pounding he’s starting. He’s hovering over me, glancing down with a fierce look that pins me in place and sets me free all at the same time.
I might’ve said that riding on the back of Stone’s bike makes me feel alive, but it doesn’t compare to when he’s driving himself inside me. It’s a whole mixture of heaven and the fires of hell, rough yet loving. There’s a need to chase pleasure for the both of us, knowing it’ll leave us scorching hot.
I raise my hips slightly to change the angle, letting him slide deeper inside me. His hands tighten on my hips until one hand leaves to place his thumb on my clit hood piercing, pressing down while rotating slightly to give enough pressure to make me surrender.
I’m throwing myself willingly off a cliff to dive into the sea of pleasure he created, always making sure I come first before he follows. His name spills from my lips, and my name echoes through the room behind it before our lips meet and give what little energy we have left to one another.
Stone pulls back to connect our gazes. There’s no need to exchange the words “I love you,” because they’re burned into our hearts and flaming in our eyes while the heat of our love surrounds us. I knew he really saw me for who I am when we first laid eyes on each other, and it never changed. With him, I’ll always feel safe, treasured, and loved.
“I’m going to make you pay for that,” he tells me in a husky tone. “Making me rush when all I wanted was to savor you.”
Swoon.
“An appetizer doesn’t fill the hunger, Stone,” I whisper, making his eyes flare as he starts to harden inside me once again.
“No, it doesn’t. And with your skills, I’ll always be hungry for more,” he says, then gives me a gentle and sensual kiss.
Suddenly he slides out and steps back. I don’t have the time to reply, because a scream rips from my throat as he easily scoops me up and places me over his shoulder before stalking out of the kitchen and heading for the bedroom. For the rest of our day, we feed on love while growing an appetite to spend the rest of our lives together and to savor every single moment of it.
BOOKS BY ADDY ARCHER
Rebel Rage MC Trilogy:
The President
The Vice President
The Prospect
Trigger Pull MC Series:
Jace
Stone
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