Needing to get her off so I could fuck her, I added my fingers to the mix, plunging two inside of her as far as they’d go. I twisted to make a come-hither motion right against that silky spot that would set her off at the same time I scraped my teeth against her swollen nub, and that was it.
She let out a sharp, keening cry that quickly turned into my name, just like I’d promised her. I didn’t let up as she undulated against my face, gripped my hair in an iron fist, and flooded my mouth with her release.
I lapped it up, sucking at her lips and licking her clean as she came down from an orgasm that left her panting and splayed out on my hood like her whole body had turned to jelly.
“Not done with you yet, mouse,” I growled as I quickly rose to my feet while wiping her arousal off my face with the back of my hand.
That taste had guaranteed I’d be an addict for life, and I had no fucking problem with that. But if I didn’t get inside of her in the next few seconds, my head would explode.
Her lazy, lust-drunk gaze traveled down the front of me, stopping at my fly as I ripped my jeans open and pulled my cock out. Her chest shook on a broken breath and her eyes widened slightly as she took it in.
I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard before. As I wrapped my hand around the base and stroked up, it was almost painful. “You like what you see?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Good. Then hold the fuck on.” Reaching down, I ripped her thong off and jerked her up to sitting, sliding her even farther down the hood until her ass was practically hanging off. We were chest to chest, pressed so tight together not even sunlight could get through. I lifted one of her knees, bringing it up to wrap high over my hip, bent my knees to line myself up with her opening, and plunged in fast and deep.
She cried out in shock, her eyes bugging wide. Christ, she was so tight. Tighter than I ever could have imagined.
As difficult as it was—and it just might have been the hardest thing I’d ever had to do—I stilled, giving her time to adjust to my size.
Letting out a slow, agonized exhale, I rested my forehead against hers and squeezed my eyes closed, willing the pressure building in my balls to let up so I could make this last, make it good for her too, because it was already perfect for me.
Her body trembled against mine, and my arm around her waist, the one that was holding her pinned against me, clenched a bit tighter.
“You okay?” I asked, needing to hear her say it before I could move.
“Yes,” she breathed, digging her nails into my shoulders.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She shook her head in quick, jerky movements. “No. God, please. Move Stone. I can’t take it.”
That was all the reassurance I needed. I pulled nearly all the way out before pounding back in.
“Harder,” she panted, her breath rushing across my face.
“Fuck me. My little mouse is wild, isn’t she? You like to be fucked hard, baby?”
“Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Not a chance in hell of that happening.
I slammed into her, over and over, feeling the walls of her slick heat clench and ripple. She was close, I could feel it. Thank God, because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.
“So fucking tight,” I grunted with each thrust. She began snapping her hips in time to match mine, chasing her next climax. “Jesus, your pussy’s like a glove, baby.” I was fucking her so hard sweat was coating both our bodies. “Never felt anything more perfect.”
She sucked in a sharp gasp. “Stone. Oh God. I’m—“ I could tell by her eyes that the intensity building inside her was overwhelming.
Fisting her hair to keep her head in place and her eyes on me, I ordered, “Give it to me, Willow. I want to feel you come around me.”
“I’m coming!” she cried out, and just like that, her cunt clamped down around me in a vise grip, the ripples pulling me in and spurring on my own release. I didn’t have a chance of holding back as those inner muscles squeezed.
I bit out a curse as my balls exploded. That pleasure/pain combination threatened to take me down as I let go deep inside her, spurt after spurt.
I’d never come so hard or so long in my life. I grunted as each thick ribbon shot out of me and deep inside her. By the time there was nothing left, I was breathing so hard I felt like I’d just run a marathon after smoking an entire carton of cigarettes. It took forever for me to catch my breath.
My hold on her didn’t loosen in the slightest as I finally came back down. Taking stock of everything that had just happened, the realization hit me that I never wanted to let her go.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Willow
It took hardly any time at all for the fog from the endorphin high I’d been riding to wear off, and once it did the realization of what had just happened hit me like a bolt of lightning.
Things had gotten way out of hand before I could think to put a stop to it. I’d wanted to make him stop asking questions, that was all. I hadn’t meant for things to escalate the way they had when I first kissed him. My only thought was: do something to shut him up, Willow!
If I’d been in my right mind at the time, after how badly the last kiss had ended, I never would have tried for a second. But desperation was a fickle thing.
Stone let out a slow, chopped exhale that whispered across my skin, bringing me back to the present, most specifically to the fact that he was still holding me so tight I was molded against him. He still had hold of my leg right behind my knee, keeping it hitched up and draped over his hip. While I was completely naked except for my pretty pink bra, he was still fully dressed. But the most crucial thing at that moment was that he was still inside me and he was still hard.
How the hell was that even possible?
He straightened, putting a small gap between us, and slowly began to pull out, causing me to gasp. I’d never felt so tender after sex in my life, but I guess being ravaged until I’d had two of the strongest, most intense orgasms of my life would make me a little sensitive.
My gaze shot down to where we were connected, and a whole new sense of panic washed over me, sending a chill across my naked skin despite the summer heat. I hissed as I watched his glistening length slip out. His bare glistening length.
My gaze darted back to his, my breathing escalating by the second. “You didn’t use a condom.”
His gaze flared, but only for a second. His expression remained calm, almost serene as he asked, “You on the pill?”
“Well, yes. But—”
He interrupted me. “I’m clean. That’s not something you have to worry about with me. I’ve never gone ungloved until now. Never lost control like that before.”
My head twitched to the side. I was taken completely by surprise. But still, I couldn’t let myself react to that, and I certainly couldn’t admit that the knowledge that I made him lose control felt good.
Nope. It didn’t. Not at all.
I opened my mouth and spit out the first words that popped into my head. “I have to go.”
His chin jerked back in confusion and his eyelids narrowed. “What?”
I gave his chest a shove, forcing him backward and hopping off the hood of his car. “I have to go,” I repeated as I scrambled for my clothes. My panties were ruined thanks to Stone, but I managed to locate my pants and shirt, and dressed as quickly as I possibly could.