Page 7 of Mistaking Stone
I’ve never seen anyone finger-fuck their own mouth like she just did.I’d be an idiot to walk away now.
“Stone,” she moans.
“Bree,” I murmur and push my naughty cock aside.A trail of liquid slides down my leg.
“Stone, baby, please.”
Want to know what my weakness is?Hearing my name whispered from her lips, begging for me to join her.
“Honey, I—”
Can’t.Say.No.
I slap my cock with my hand because if I’m not careful, I’m going to come all over her.It stands at attention again, refusing to cooperate.
Bree rolls over and gets up on her knees.While she may be lacking up top, though I beg to differ, God blessed her with an ass so gorgeous and delicious, I’d almost like to invite Turner to watch.This, my brother, is how you treat a lady.
Reaching between her legs, she grabs onto my dick and pulls it up to her pussy.“Please, just fuck me.I have to feel you inside me.Now.”
Not yet, I tell myself and dip my thumb inside her perfect o-shaped opening.It slips inside her with such ease, so wet from her juices, I quickly insert another one.Leaning down, I can’t help myself, and barely trace my tongue along the edge of her pussy between my two fingers.Her pussy jerks from the sensation and squeezes around my fingers.
Squeeze.
Release.
“Fuck.”She shivers uncontrollably, her orgasm happening so quickly even she’s amazed how suddenly I’ve brought it on.With just my fingers.And my commanding tongue.“Don’t stop,” she begs.
Taking her hips in my hands, my dick finds her pussy on its own.The first shove goes all the way inside her, the head stopping when it hits a satiny soft wall.I worry I may have penetrated her too quickly.
“Ahh,” she moans.“Stone, you’re so perfect.”
I pull almost all the way out, stopping just before my dick slips out of her opening.Plunging again, this time deeper and harder, she screams my name.
“Stone!”
Grabbing her ass cheeks in her hands, she spreads her pussy wider for me to enjoy.Who needs their morning cup of coffee when they can have this, right?
“Oh, my God, Bree.”I shove my dick deep, then slide in and out of her so fast and so many times, I forget all about putting on a condom.Until it’s too late.Hot liquid spews from the tip and I snatch it out of her pussy, squirting the creamy substance onto her back.It quickly runs off the side and soaks my bed.I never realized I had that much cum inside of me, until this moment.
Bree is obviously on the verge of orgasming again, so when she rolls onto her back and begins to toy with her opening, I do the only thing I can think of at the moment.With my dick in my hand, I lean back against the headboard to watch.Sliding my hand up and down, it’s pure delight watching her get off on her fingers.
"I'm almost there," she whispers between breathless pants.“Almost there.”
As for me, I’m speechless.A grown ass man, with absolutely no words to say.
“Almost.Just one moreeeeee!”Two fingers disappear inside her own pussy.Suddenly, she jerks her fingers to the side, inviting me to finish her off.“Please.Will you lick my pussy?Lick it, Stone.Lick it, right now.”
Two hours later, I stroll into the office, my knees so week they’re threatening to buckle.My secretary was a little concerned when I’d called to tell her I’d overslept and needed to push the meeting back by a couple hours—I’m sure my labored pants were a dead giveaway I was lying through my front teeth—but I couldn’t just leave Bree alone in my bed.Not with the way she was still yearning, practically begging for me.Another valuable lesson my father taught me—never leave a woman until she’s fully satisfied.If you don’t take care of her, someone else will.
I’m not so sure that was true in this case.Bree seemed pretty satiated, but I couldn’t tell her no until I knew one hundred percent she was spent and yes, raw.Even she chuckled when she’d walked across the tile floor to join me in the shower.
“I’m so damn sore,” she’d exclaimed, a look of pure awe spread across her face.“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this damn good before.”
Me either, I wanted to add.But I knew better than to admit it out loud.There’s some things a forty-year old man keeps to himself.I’d been with women twice Bree’s age—hell, just last year I’d even gone to Italy with a woman who was twelve years older than me—and not a single one could come close to doing what she did in one night.
I may have even surprised myself.