Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Sienna
“You didn’t fuck him?” Stone stands in the doorway to the ensuite scrubbing a towel over his wet face, then he tilts his head, allowing his eyes to roam over my T-shirt clad body.
Stretching my arms over my head, I smile at the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath. I don’t know what time he came upstairs, but judging by the sun streaming through the curtains, he missed sleeping.
Then I turn onto my side and raise an eyebrow. “Slept with who?”
“The prick you married.”
“Ah, my husband, Jeremy.” I smirk, but before my smile can fall, he has his hand wrapped around my throat.
“Don’t fucking push me, Sienna. It took everything in me to allow him to live.” He presses harder, and while the action should scare me, it doesn’t. Instead, wetness pools between my legs wantonly. “Now, answer the fucking question.”
“No. I didn’t sleep with him.”
His eyes flare with arousal, the blue in them deepening like the depths of a dark ocean, and I rejoice in the fact.
“I’ve only ever slept with you.”
His hold on me loosens, and his thumb lightly travels over my tongue, a tender touch that sends a wave of exhilaration through my body.
“It’s only ever been you,” I whisper.
His stare drills into me, causing me to shudder beneath his gentle touch and setting my skin ablaze. “I was rough with you.” His Adam’s apple slides down his throat, and his eyes swim with guilt. My soul dances with happiness at the tender tone of his gravelly voice, yet I find myself wanting to reassure him.
His thumb rests on my bottom lip, my breath flutters over it. Rolling my lip into my mouth allows me to suck his thumb inside. Then his body tenses as he watches me closely, and the towel wrapped around his waist tents.
“I’m going to make it up to you, Sienna.”
A flare of arousal hits me, causing my nipples to peak into tight buds, and he pushes me onto my back while I continue to suck his thumb harder, and he hisses a response. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, my beautiful girl.” He presses his thumb down on my tongue, forcing my mouth to fall open while he straddles my waist. “Let me spit inside this little mouth. Let me share myself with you.”
A moan lodges in my throat as he delivers his spittle into my waiting mouth. “Lick around my thumb, beautiful girl.” And I do, the act so hot I’m practically panting beneath him.
He removes his thumb on an audible pop, but his heavyweight remains, pinning me to the mattress, and when he moves down the bed, I’m shocked to find his thick fingers tear at the T-shirt I wear, leaving it in pieces. I lift my head to watch him, and his gaze remains trained on mine, and the air surrounding us becomes full of promise. He repeats, “I’ll make it up to you,” causing moisture to seep from my pussy at the suggestion. “I’m going to devour this little pussy and show you who owns it, then I want you to beg me to feed it, filling it with so much cum your womb will have no choice but to create us a baby.”
I nod like a lovesick puppy, loving the feel of his rough hands along my smooth skin. His fingers toy with my nipples as he sweeps kisses down my torso, over my pubis, and along the slit of my pussy lips.
When his wet tongue darts out to lave me, I arch into his touch. Each stroke over my clit brings me closer to my orgasm, and moans and sounds of pleasure slip from my lips as I hold his head in place with one hand while curling my fingers of the other into the bedsheet. “Oh god, yes,” I whine, and his tongue works and devours me. “Please,” I whimper.
With one last stroke of his tongue, I combust, and he suctions his lips over my clit, lapping at it with fervor.
My heavy pants fill the room, then he stands and tugs off his towel, leaving him exposed to me. His scars, tattoos, and burn marks—his pain—on full display. His abs contract under my watchful eyes, and when he swallows hard, I realize all his insecurities are being laid bare. He’s exposing himself to me as an act of repentance.
“I need you to fill my pussy with your cum, Stone. I want you to give me your baby.” His eyes blaze with need, and when he pumps his thick cock, I lick my lips, eager to feel his solid length stretch me to capacity. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock, and my mouth waters to feel him pump inside me. “Please fill me with your baby.” He groans deep in his throat, and my pussy clenches in appreciation. The tone of his growls is so feral and masculine I will myself to take every inch of his cock.
He kneels onto the bed, parting my legs farther. “Hold your legs up. I want to watch myself sink inside you.” I grab my knees and tug them back as far as I can, opening my pussy wide and pushing my tits together. His finger trails down my slit. “So fucking wet, baby. You made such a beautiful mess when you came.”
I whimper at his touch. The gravel of his voice is like a thousand matches being lit all at once, setting me ablaze until I’m about to combust. “Please.”
Taking pity on me, he strokes the thick head of his leaking cock up and down my silt. “Your little asshole is begging to be fucked, Sienna. Does my beautiful girl want her ass filled too?” My breath hitches. He crooks an eyebrow at me, and I whimper, remembering how roughly he fucked me. “I’ll be a good ‘brother’ and take it easy on you.” The delicious sound of his voice and the taboo element of his words send a flurry of excitement through me, and when his cock slides over the dripping opening of my pussy, I lift my ass, causing him to chuckle.
“My beautiful girl is needy, begging for my cum, all open and exposed, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod frantically. “Ye-yes, please.”
With one last stroke, he relents and surges inside me, and the force and bite of pain has my mouth falling open and my body jolting. In this position, I swear I feel him in my stomach, but before I can think further on it, he withdraws and plunges inside again. “I’m going to mark those tits with my mouth, Sienna. I’m going to own your body inside and out, baby.”
His words are dark and filled with possession. They’re a threat laced in a promise, and I will it to happen, beg for it even. “Please.” I want nothing more than to wear his mark. After spending years hiding our affection, I want more than anything to wear it freely, to be who we want to be. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours,” I beg. His body vibrates above me, and every muscle becomes taut as sheer aggression takes over every feature. Then he rears back and powers inside me so strong, I lose the hold on my legs and the ability to think any coherent thoughts as I become his.