Chapter 21 – Stone
STONE
“What the fuck was that?” I asked, trying not to yell.
Her eyes popped open as she straightened. “What the fuck was what?”
“Were you supposed to put yourself within spitting distance of Glenn’s body for every second of Friday afternoon? You even told him you were at the crematory!”
“My phone was on the entire time. I called Stevie when I left Barry’s Bistro, ordered a ride near Grave Cremations, and then I called Stevie and Hadley on the way home. I had to account for the cell phone tower pings,” she said. “We talked about this yesterday during the meeting with Sin.”
“The one I wasn’t at,” I reminded her.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said and started laughing. “You were probably freaking out.”
I stared at her while she laughed. She was gorgeous, inside and out, and I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed being around her any longer. I didn’t give it an ounce of thought before I grabbed her shirt, yanked her to me, and kissed her like I’d wanted to since she pointed a loaded shotgun at me.
She threaded her fingers through my hair as I lifted her by her thighs and pressed her against the door.
When she immediately arched her back and broke the kiss, I thought she was going to tell me to stop. To my surprise, she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it before she brought her lips back to mine.
Fuck yes.
I buried my face between her tits before I licked my way back to her lips. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her and was going to fuck her against her front door if we didn’t move.
“Bedroom?” I mumbled against her lips.
“Down the hall. Last door on the left.”
I hurried to her room and dropped her onto her bed. She unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them down her legs while looking at me expectantly.
I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to taste every inch of her gorgeous body.
She unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side, causing me to groan at the sight of her beautiful breasts topped with pierced nipples. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll do it myself,” she said as she rolled the silver barbells through her fingers.
Ripping my shirt over my head, I climbed onto the bed between her splayed legs. I wanted to watch her play with herself until she made herself come, but I’d been holding myself back all week and didn’t have much restraint left.
When she moved one hand down her abdomen and slipped it into her panties, I snapped out of my daze.
I grabbed her hand and pinned it to the bed while I pulled her underwear down her legs with the other.
“You can play with your tits, but that pussy is mine,” I told her as I slipped two fingers into her bare wet cunt.
“Yes, it is,” she moaned, grinding down against my hand.
I pumped my fingers in and out until I had to have a taste. I removed my fingers , causing her to make a noise of discontent. Grinning, I stuck them in my mouth, licking and sucking off every drop of her before I leaned down and did the same to her cunt.
“Fucking hell,” she panted.
I slipped my fingers back inside and pumped them with my hand while sucking her clit.
“Oh sweet fuck,” she screamed as she came, pulling the shit out of my hair.
I hadn’t had enough and continued eating her pussy after her orgasm was finished.
Whitney had other plans. She pushed me onto my back and leaned across me, retrieving a condom packet from her nightstand. She opened it and rolled the condom on before she climbed over me and slid down my dick.
“Yes,” she groaned gutturally. “Fuck yes.”
She fucked me, and I let her, enjoying every bounce of her tits until she came for the second time.
Then, I pulled out, turned her onto her knees, and gripped her hips. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
She dropped down so her chest was flat against the bed, canting her ass even higher. “Please.”
I slapped her ass so hard it echoed around the room. Then I lined my dick up and did as she asked. I fucked her hard and came even harder.