Page 47 of The Naughty Virgin

EPILOGUE

Stone

A year later …

“Hanson,” she panted below me, her legs spread, cunt creaming wetly as I pummeled her. “Hanson, Hanson!”

And I growled deep in my throat.

“Fuck you,” I rumbled, a big hand coming up to circle around that lovely swan’s neck, sinuous and elegant even with her spreadeagle beneath me. “Don’t you fucking call me that,” I threatened again.

But a spark had alighted in Evie’s eyes and she laughed throatily even as I pounded into her, legs spread, mouth slightly open, those luscious lips pink, soft, swollen already with my kisses. Because the brunette didn’t let up, teasing me more, trailing long nails down my back, scratching me a little as she drove me to new heights.

“Hannie,” she murmured this time, “Hannie Hannie Hannie,” she moaned before letting out a long squeal, her eyes snapping shut, face strained as she came. “Ohhhhh!”

Because I’d just done what I’d promised. We’d been playing for the last couple hours with a cucumber, mid-size, nothing too outrageous. Normally we go for big toys, my little girl is tight and small but she likes penetration, she likes harboring monsters in that pussy. But this cucumber was different because it was going up her ass.

And the slut deserved it. She knew I hated the name Hanson, that it was a lame family legacy, no one ever called me that, it was on my birth certificate but nothing more. I was Stone through and through, had been my whole life, but Evie knew exactly how to push my buttons … and drive me over the edge.

So she’d teased me, calling me Hanson as we fucked, the blood flowing to my dick, my fury rising with every gasp of that fucking nickname, every panted “Hannie!”

And I’d finally had enough. As my dick pounded into her, trashing that sweet snatch, I’d stealthily reached for the cucumber on the bedside table, already lubed with spit and pussy juice from an hour of foreplay. And with a vengeful thrust, I jammed it against her anus, that little hole popping open with the pressure, the head of the cucumber jolting in, skewering her behind on the slick green skin.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuuck!” Evie screamed, eyes flying open with surprise and shock as she was simultaneously pummeled by me and green monster. “Fuuuuuuck!”

And between forceful thrusts, I growled.

“Yeah, that’s right baby, that’s what you get for teasing me,” I hissed nastily against her mouth, my hips going like pistons, forcing her cunt to take me deep. “I can feel that fucking cucumber through your pussy wall, it’s stroking my dick as you squirm, you know that? Keep going, keep thrashing, it just makes it better for me.”

And the brunette squealed again, her plump body sweaty and soft, jerking and twisting as I fucked her two ways, my hips and my hand busy against her pussy and butt.

“Keep going,” I panted, devouring a nipple as I slammed my pole in again and again. “Keep going little butt slut.”

And with that, the little girl gave it up. With a deep, guttural moan that crescendoed into a full-fledged scream, the girl came like a tornado, her pussy and anus clamping around the poles within, milking my hot rod, squeezing me for all I was worth.

And with my own mighty roar, I unleashed as well. Ream after ream of virile semen shot into her, spraying her insides, forcing load after load of sperm up that hot cavern. It was so fucking good I almost stopped right there, reveling in the intense sensations of her pussy wrapped around my dick. But I wanted it both ways, and I wasn’t about to lose out to this fucking cucumber.

So I yanked the vegetable out and with one swift move, jerked my cock out and thrust into her asshole, pushing deep into that dry, musty space. Oh fuck, she was so tight back here, it hadn’t even mattered that the cucumber had stretched her out first. Both Evie’s holes were always so small, so dirty, squeezing me, rubbing up and down my dick, the friction delicious, the slide so good that I creamed more, my cock spurting like I hadn’t come just two seconds ago, man milk inching up that back hole, lubing up her ass with my sperm.

“Ahhhh!” the brunette screamed again, body almost exploding with pleasure. “Ohhhh Stone!”

“That’s more like it,” I growled through rough pumps. “Call me Stone … or Daddy.”

But the brunette was too far gone to hear, twisting and thrashing, my dick embedded in her ass, the cucumber discarded beside us as we heaved and jerked, our fluids mixing, the sperm and pussy nectar so copious, so abundant that the sheets were soaked through, we’d have another load of laundry again.

But that’s one of the good parts of being rich. There’s people to do the cleaning for you and I wanted Evie’s body every hour of every day, laundry be damned. So I went for it, and after it was over, I teased her, my fingers trailing down her cheek lightly with my dick still stuck up her ass.

“Baby, was it good for you?” I panted, smiling as my hand absentmindedly swept over her pussy.

Evie moaned and stretched languorously, the contact electric even after an hour of mind-blowing sex. Because of course it hadn’t been accidental. I never touch Evie’s pussy accidentally, it’s always purposeful, with a thought to what my best girl wants, what she craves.

“Stone,” she murmured throatily, looking up at me with a sweet smile. “You know it’s always amazing.”

And I growled low in my throat because that was the truth of it. It’s always good between us, my girl and I are connected physically and emotionally on a level I’d never experienced. After all, I’d swept into her life and changed it forever. Sure, I’d taken her virginity as a high school student but we were so much more now. Evie had moved in with me almost immediately, moved right into my bedroom in the big house.

She’d protested at first.

“I’m not sure,” the brunette had stammered, face coloring. “You just got back,” she added pointedly.

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