Chapter 32 Vanna
THIRTY-TWO
VANNA
Ace Carter is the spitting image of his son if Stone had bare skin, less piercings, and non-modified teeth. Other than that, it was like staring into his future self.
I can tell his father distrusts our relationship, but for good reason. Whereas his mother was overly excited that someone was a match for her son, his father only sees where we may end up.
All his accusations of Stone being mentally ill, well I think I’ve gathered as much, but honestly, he can’t be any worse than me. He’s a blistering ball of energy and starlight and I’m the vast darkness of night, empty and quiet of all things good.
We’re so opposite, but in a way, we complete each other. It’s odd, but as we sit here with his father, this lie about being engaged we’ve created suddenly feels real. Like I can see it, the two of us getting married.
I drop my gaze to the ring on my finger, the black diamond twinkling in the afternoon sun. It doesn’t feel as heavy as it used to. I mean, I agreed to letting him impregnate me, so why would getting married be so far-fetched?
“Well, I better get back to the city. Work waits for no one. I guess other than the two of you, huh?” He chuckles, pushing himself to stand.
Stone gathers our plates, and we follow him inside the house.
I give Mr. Carter one last hug and as I do, he whispers in my ear, “Just be cautious with him and make sure you’re doing the right thing by you.”
Nodding, I step back and let Stone say goodbye.
When the door shuts behind him, I let out a heavy breath.
“That was...”
“Worse than I thought it would go.” Stone grunts.
Looking up at him, I study the stress lines furrowed between his brows. With my thumbs, I smooth them out. His eyes flutter closed in response.
Pushing up on my tippy toes, I press my lips to his and he melts beneath my touch. My fingers slide down his chest, gathering the fabric of his shirt along the way until his abs are uncovered. I try shoving it up, but being short has its challenges.
Chuckling, Stone helps me, peeling it off the rest of the way.
I slip my fingers through his, pulling him into the bedroom and disappear into the closet. Before coming back out, I hesitate a minute, gathering my courage and stifling my fear of rejection.
When I finally make up my mind, I join him again... Naked, with nothing but a strap on glued to my hips.
His mouth quirks up into an amused smile and he tries to hide it with the palm of his hand. When he notices my shoulders dropping, he quickly undoes his belt and drops his jeans to the floor.
“Come here.” He murmurs, the sudden shift in intensity renewing my courage.
Instead, I raise my chin and order him to kneel.
He drops to the floor, his cock fisted in his hand, and he praises me. It ignites a warmth to surge through my body and flood my core.
“Crawl to me. Worship this dick as if it were my own.” I demand.
His eyes darken, a small battle playing out behind his gaze. This is all new to him, new to me too of course, but naturally he doesn’t take orders, he gives them.
With everything his father said today, with his incessant need to push my boundaries, I found it only fair that I try his word. He told me he would give me anything, try anything with me so long as it led to having me fully and this is where mind wandered, to this scenario.
I need to know how much power I have between us.
Slowly, he drops his hands to the floor and inches toward me, stopping at my feet.
His face tilts up, the end of the dildo not an inch from his mouth.
My heart races inside my chest at the sight of him like this.
He doesn’t look pissed, doesn’t look like he’s being forced.
No, he brings those bright blue eyes up to meet mine and holds my stare while he wraps his lips around the tip of the faux cock.
His palms clamp down on my hips, and he tugs me forward, forcing the dildo to push deep into his throat. He chokes it down, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue, worshiping it as if it were truly a part of me.
My pussy aches at the sight, so much so that I find myself wrapping my fist in his hair and thrusting my hips until his nose meets my belly.
Saliva dribbles out the corners of his mouth, and I drag a finger through it, bringing it to my lips. Lapping his spit up, he groans before choking as I hold the back of his head steady. I release him with the tight grip in his hair.
He breathes in a hefty breath and stares at me with wild eyes.
“Stand up and sit on the side of the bed.” I instruct.
He obeys and I meet him there between his thighs. I push on his chest until he’s lying on his back and pick his feet up one by one, placing them on the edge. Cherishing his vulnerable state, I stand here a moment, just soaking him in.
His head lifts as if to question why I’ve stopped, but when he sees the feral desire claiming my face, he just smirks.
Leaning over him, I grip his cheeks between my fingers, contorting that smug little grin right off his face.
“What’s funny?” I challenge.
Releasing him, he answers, “Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so fucking hot before.”
I fight a smile of my own by crushing my lips to his, then stand between his legs once again. Pulling the bedside drawer open, I take out the lube that was gifted to us, then squeeze a generous amount onto the tip of the dildo.
I drag the tip over his hole a few times, preparing him for the intrusion. Then plant it right at the entrance. Slowly, I push, rocking my hips ever so gently.
“Grab your cock.” I tell him and he does, instantly.
His fist wraps around himself, sliding his palm up and down his shaft as he takes deep, nervous breaths.
“Good boy.” I praise as the rubber dildo eases its way past that ring of muscle.
He groans, stiffening, so I pause my movement allowing him to adjust. When I can see his body start to relax, I press forward once more. Little by little, I inch into him until my hips meet the inside of his thighs.
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job taking this cock.”
He whimpers as I rock back and forth, sliding in and out of his ass. He stretches around the toy, and it only takes moments before I pick up the pace.
While he lets me fuck him, I can’t help but appreciate the level of trust he’s instilled in me. To allow me to experiment with him and his body despite the newness and unknown. It not only causes me to ache painfully, but it warms my heart.
I can feel myself slicken between my thighs as I continue. His chest retracts in quick succession as he pants from the sensation. The sound of his moans and whimpers ignite a raging need inside of me, one that may very well combust as he does.
“V-Vanna!” Stone breathes, his head lifting so his gaze can reach mine.
I don’t miss the way his cheeks flush with crimson as he allows me inside of him. Frenzied and mad, my thrusts grow violent in their pursuit to make him cum. His breaths fall choppy and his hand tugs and yanks at his cock furiously until his ass rises off the bed.
His heels press into the mattress as his body jerks and cum jets out of the tip of his cock, coating his abs and chest.
When he drops back down, spent and boneless, I ease out of him, earning one last grunt. Then head to the bathroom to clean up.
When I return, he’s still laying out on the bed, his feet now on the ground and his cock limp against the side of his thigh. I crawl up beside him and hover over his face.
“Surprise.” I whisper.
His hands comb my hair back and he holds onto my head.
“Where did you even get that?” He asks.
I shrug, “Had it shipped here the other day.”
He chuckles breathlessly and pulls me in for a kiss. When he drops his hands, I drag my tongue down his torso and stomach, lapping up his mess.
Moaning, he warns, “Vanna, don’t. I’m literally going to cum again.”
So, I keep going, pulling his dick into my mouth. It’s not long before he’s fisting my hair and dragging me off the bed. With a rough shove, he pushes me against the closed door of the bedroom and flips me around until my face is planted against the wood.
“Don’t move.” He orders.
I stand there against the door, throbbing, wet, and desperate. I can hear him behind me and then the sound of something being uncapped. Before I can give in to curiosity, his warmth envelops me from behind.
“What’s fair is fair.” He whispers in my ear.
“What does that-”
I don’t get the chance to ask because the tip of his cock is lined up with my ass and his fingers circle my clit.
“Wait!” I cry, but like every other time, he disregards my objections.
The safe word lingers there in the back of my mind, ready to be used, but a part of me wants this. Wants to know what it’s like to experiment and not have to be the one to always ask. I told him this too - when he moved in. So, I keep the word tucked safely in that dark part of my mind.
I bite down on my lower lip as he breaches past that entrance. He’s done this before, but never as deep. He keeps pushing himself inside of me as if he’s too eager to go as slowly as I did for him.
My fists curl against the door as a pain-filled cry escapes me. I try swallowing it back down, but it feels too good to let it out. I press my ass back, sucking him in even further.
The sensation of having him inside this part of me is uncomfortable to say the least, but as I take deep breaths and begin to relax my muscles, I find it satiating. It helps that an orgasm lies just beneath the surface as his fingers continue to work me.
“God, you feel so good, Vanna.”
He pumps his hips, and I cry out, but the sounds tumbling from my mouth don’t deter him at all.
“Fuck, I want to see you.”
He pulls out of me, and I would have sagged to the floor if it weren’t for him catching me around the waist. Lifting me up he plants my ass at the edge of the dresser and presses me down on top of the wood.
“Hold your legs to your chest.” He tells me, pushing my thighs up to help.
I wrap my arms around them, giving Stone unobstructed access to my ass. He lines himself right back up and presses inside. This time, it’s not as painful, but in this new position, everything hits a different way.
He begins to pump, and I can feel his cock stretching my lower stomach, pressing and pushing and expanding my body. He fills me in such a way it makes me want to scream.
Especially, when he shoves two of his fingers inside my pussy. He curls them, thrusting and messaging that perfect spot inside of me until I’m coming all over his abs.
“Yes, that’s it, Vanna. Cum while I fuck your ass.”
My body writhes and aches, desperate to escape this tortuous bliss. It’s maddening, the way he drives me to delirium. I can hardly breathe and the pressure in my head builds just as furiously as the pressure in my core.
I gush again and lewd sounds of squelching echo through the room as his fingers wretch out orgasm after orgasm.
This time, I do scream, I scream until the veins in my forehead press against my skin, begging for release as well. His hips jerk unsteadily as he spills his cum inside of me.
Slowly, he pulls out and lowers to his knees, his tongue already catching his release. He holds it in his mouth and yanks me up by the back of my neck, pressing his lips to mine. I allow his tongue entry, swallowing the salty tang of him, then nearly pass out.
My body goes limp against his and he lifts me up into his arms, bringing us over to the shower.
He washes me with gentle hands, and I’ve never been so grateful to be taken care of.
Despite it only being late afternoon, I crawl back into our freshly made bed – thanks to Stone – and let myself drift off.