Chapter 23 Stone
TWENTY-THREE
STONE
I’ve already grown accustomed to Vanna’s cruelty, but this was a new low. Not only did she lie about not wanting us to work, but she’s been flaunting it in my face by continuing to talk to Hunter.
Despite giving her the space she asks for, I still continue monitoring her texts between her and her ex. Yeah, sue me. It’s a wild invasion of privacy, but the moment I became her roommate – really the moment I set my eyes on her – she was doomed.
My phone rings, vibrating in my hands as I read through the last conversation she had with Hunter. Nothing important, just him blabbering on about his fucking workout routine.
“Hello?”
“Stone?” The voice asks in a thick New York accent.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
The man chuckles, “It’s Tony.”
“I figured.”
“Yeah, I uh, sent in the DNA test and the results came back. Thought you’d be interested.”
I’m quiet for a moment, peering around my shoulder to make sure Vanna isn’t coming down the stairs or has snuck into the living room.
“And?”
“Vanna’s my daughter.”
A bout of breath rushes out from between my lips as I comb my hand through my hair.
“Well, fuck.”
“Yeah, well fuck. What am I supposed to do? Do I tell her? You know her pretty well, don’t you?”
Taking a moment to think about it, I massage my left temple.
“I don’t know, man. I guess that’s up to you. Just know, she’s been fucked over too many times to count and if you’re just going to add to the list, then you can fuck right off.”
Tony sighs, “Have you ever known me to be anything but loyal?”
“Yeah, all right. Just... do the right thing. Whatever the fuck that is.”
He hangs up and my phone buzzes again. This time, when I check it, I find Hunter’s name and a message.
Hunter:
Look, I’m sorry I bailed. I’m just not into men, but I will make it up to you. I promise.
Vanna:
How?
Hunter:
I think I left some handcuffs in one of your drawers. Get those and cuff yourself to the bed... Blind folded. Then wait for me.
Vanna:
Wow, finally feeling kinky?
Hunter:
For you, always.
Bleck. Gross.
I can’t let him fuck her. Especially, since she’s been taking the fake pills. Vanna has had enough space from me, and I’ve decided this is the night I’m going to intervene. Fuck Hunter and fuck Vanna for entertaining this prick. And by fuck Vanna, I mean it literally.
There’s not a chance in hell; he’s getting within ten feet of her.
Climbing up the stairs to her loft, I open the door and freeze in place.
Vanna sits kneeling, naked and facing her headboard with a blindfold on and her wrists cuffed together.
When I don’t move, she whispers, “Hunt?”
That name on her tongue causes my eye to twitch. I never want to hear it again, honestly. So I let my approaching footsteps answer her. On my way over, I slide open her underwear drawer and pull out a pair of white cotton panties, balling them up in my fist.
As I come around to the side of the mattress, I stuff them in her mouth. She squeals, but the sound is muffled.
I wonder if she’ll think I’m him.
There’s only one way to find out.
I unbuckle my jeans and let them fall to the floor, the metal clanking against the ground. Then, tug my shirt off and let it follow.
Naked, I climb onto the bed behind her and gently trail my fingertips down her back. She shudders beneath my touch just as I expected. Flattening my hand on her back, I press her chest to the mattress.
Her round, tan ass stares up at me, begging to be licked, touched, and fucked.
Mesmerized by the sight, I drop my lips to her puckered hole and place a gentle kiss there. She quietly gasps at the unexpected touch and its music to my damn ears. My tongue flits out and rims the muscle there and her breath quickens. She likes it.
My dirty little slut.
With her permissive moan, I fill her with my tongue, thrusting and pushing past the resistance. Her moans turn to cries now with the unexpected stretch, but little does she know this is nothing compared to what I’ll have her take later.
When she’s a sopping wet mess from saliva and arousal, I slide my tip up and down her slit before lining my cock at her entrance. The swollen walls of her pussy suck me in, and she groans in relief like she’s waited her whole life for me.
I want to talk her through it. I want to hear my name bellow from her sweet mouth, but that would give me away and I’m too afraid this might all come to an end.
Her fists grip the sheets in front of her as I dig my fingers into her hips and snap mine until the sound of our skin slapping rings out between us.
She’s sopping wet for me, soaking my cock with her neediness and that’s when I realize, this is it.
All this mess between her thighs, slickening me and allowing her to take me so easily, it’s because she’s fucking fertile.
And goddammit! I’ve never known a yearning like this. Never felt this kind of fluttering in my stomach and tingles in my limbs. Little shockwaves of bliss skip and dance inside my head, blackening my vision. It’s psychological, this kind of need for her.
Desperation washes over me like nothing I’ve ever felt before as though I would die if I don’t cum inside of her right now.
To my horror, I don’t get nearly as much time fucking her as I wanted to. My body just can’t keep it together and I give in to this losing fight. With a heavy grunt, I press the tip of my cock against her cervix until she’s shifting uncomfortably and then I cum inside of Vanna’s cunt.
At first, she doesn’t notice, but when I’m steeling her against me, buried deep inside of her, she begins to panic.
She plucks her panties from her mouth, her voice hoarse from the screaming.
“What the fuck, Hunter? Jesus! Get off of me!”
The sound of his name is a wet blanket tossed on a wildfire, dousing the flames burning inside of me.
Pulling out, I watch my cum drip down her thighs and before she can turn herself around, I plunge my fingers in, replacing my cock and push it inside of her.
Despite her whimper, she still tries to fight me on this and reaches for her blindfold. This time I don’t stop her, but the sound of the front door opening forces me to my feet.
Fuck.
Rushing into my clothes, I jog down the stairs just in time to find Hunter in the kitchen staring at his phone.
Looking up, he greets me with a smirk.
“You have to leave.” I tell him.
“The fuck I do.” He snorts.
“Now! You wanna see Vanna? She ’ll come to you.”
I grip him by the shirt and yank him back over to the door. He curses me to hell as I shove him into the hall but jokes on him. I was going to end up there anyway.
Footsteps sound behind me and I spin around to catch Vanna in a black silk robe.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Did he just leave?” She shouts, holding her robe together as if it wasn’t me just playing with her pretty pussy.
“Yeah, said he had somewhere to be.” I shrug.
It’s not entirely a lie. He did have somewhere to be and that somewhere was not here.
“That fucking asshole.” Tears form along her lashes, and she turns to leave me.
“Wait.”
“Not now, Stone.”
Catching up to her, I pull her into me, tucking her to my chest. She smells like us and I breath her in. I want to tell her so bad that it was me, that there’s no need to cry over a bastard like him, but I don’t.
“The one time...” She trails off sobbing into my shoulder.
“The one time?”
“Fuck, this is probably so awkward for you.” She distances herself, but I don’t let her get far.
“Not at all. Vanna, you could fuck every man in this country, and I’d still be standing right here with you.”
She sniffles, then looks down when she explains. “The one time he agrees to try something more than vanilla sex and he bails... after fucking- UGH!”
“What? After what, Darkness?”
She winces at the nickname.
“After he came in me.” She whispers.
“What are you going to do?” I ask her, grabbing her hand in mine.
“Fuck, I don’t know? Plan B probably, then the clinic. Why does this keep happening to me?” She groans but then levels me with a pointed glare.
“Sorry.” I chuckle. “Aren’t you on birth control?”
“Yeah, but you can never be too safe, you know?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
She quirks one of her dark brows, “Fun?”
I shrug and lift her into my arms, carrying her back up to her room honeymoon-style.
She’s so emotionally exhausted, that she doesn’t even fight me. I set her down in the bathroom and draw her a tub.
“I don’t know. I think it’s kind of hot. Watching the cum leak out of you.” To punctuate my point, I tear her robe open, kneeling at her feet.
She gasps, trying to cover herself, but I’m stronger. I rip it clean off of her.
“Stone, please. This, this isn’t normal.”
I scoff a laugh, “Normal? Fuck normal, Van.”
And sticking to my declaration, I part her with my thumbs and run my tongue across her clit. She yelps, yanking my head back until our eyes meet. They’re wild and confused and uncertain, but that mix of brown and green so perfectly blended together calms any hesitance I’ve ever had with her.
It’s her own fault that I’m this obsessed with her.
“That's... gross. It’s another man’s-”
“I don’t fucking care.”
With that, I devour her. Lapping and laving up my own cum - our cum - and it tastes like the sweetest sin on Earth.
She leans back against the counter, spreading her legs a little wider and I suffocate between her thighs. I eat her until she’s panting and screaming.
Reaching up, I rest my palm along her lower belly while the fingers on my other hand find that familiar warmth inside of her. She gushes, her cum dripping down my forearm, sticky and milky with my own.
When I finally break free, I gasp for air. Filling my lungs with the scent of her.
She nearly collapses, but I catch her in my arms and help her into the tub, then shut the water off.
“Stone?” Her voice is quiet, and her eyes are closed shut.
“Hmm?”
I grab a loofa from the closet and dip it into the water before squeezing it out onto her breasts. This, me sitting on the side of the tub, washing her... feels so right.
“I don’t think I want to see him again.” She whispers her confession.
And it was everything I needed to hear.
“Okay.” Is all I tell her.
“But Stone?”
“What, Darkness?”
She opens those earthly eyes and graces me with a look.
“I’m still not ready for you.”
My heart doesn’t sink the way it did that first time. Mostly because she can say that all she wants, but ready or not, she’s going to have me.
Although, I’ll need to convince her soon, otherwise, she might be raising a baby she thinks is Hunter’s.
But tonight, I’ll let her believe she’s getting her space.
“Okay.”
I comb her hair back with my fingers, then scrub with her flowery scented shampoo. She’s so pliable in this moment and it makes me fall even harder.