Sienna
I wince as Stone pulls out of my ass, already missing the feeling of fullness his thickness brings.
I’m not going to lie. The burn was excruciating, but a fervor of arousal swirled inside me with each thrust of his powerful hips. The pain coupled with knowing how much he was enjoying it and how much he unraveled for me was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. At that moment, I controlled him, and I brought him to orgasm.
We had sex, and the euphoria of that sends a wave of possession through me. The tight grip on my wrists loosens, and he drops my hands.
His cum trickles down my thighs, and I glance over my shoulder to find him staring at my ass.
“I’ve never seen anything so fucking incredible.” His lips are parted in wonderment, and his intense gaze heats me. When I glance down toward his cock, my body sinks when he’s already tucked himself away. Then I lift my head to face him, and he stares back at me with awe. Something catalytic passes between us, and in this moment, gazing into his blue eyes and into his soul, I see the real man he is. He’s never done this before. I gave him a first, like he gave me.
“Have you ever …”
He shakes his head, then clears his throat and averts his eyes until they finally land back on me. “Not that I can remember, anyway.” His ears burn bright red, but his eyes remain locked on mine, and he swallows thickly. “My body calls to yours, . It shouldn’t, but it does. I only want you.”
“I only want you too,” I whisper. With tears swimming in my eyes, I know I can never have him, not how I want him, at least.
He uses his thumb to swipe a tear from my cheek before sucking it into his mouth.
“Let me rub my cum into you.”
His huge palms spread over my ass cheeks, and he gently massages them before using two fingers to paint me with his thick warmth.
“Do you ache?” he asks with a rasp.
My mouth turns to cotton at his question. He means my clit, and I nod. “Yes.”
His lip curls into a satisfied smile, then he removes his hands and drops my dress over my ass cheeks, causing my shoulders to slump, and I groan in disappointment.
“Good.” He grins, exposing the dimples he rarely shows, and I want to kick him in the balls for not taking away the ache between my legs. “Let’s get you home, and we’ll see what we can do about it.” Suddenly, I want nothing more than to return to the hell of Casa Forte. My body burns with anticipation of his promise.