Page 79 of Sweet Little Thing

Forty-Seven

Beulah

In one brief moment, it crossed my mind that this was another me. Some wanton version of me had come unleashed at Stone’s touch—the eagerness to hold nothing back and take it all. I became desperate for everything that Stone could give me.

The stormy shadows in his eyes should have made me nervous, but all I could do was beg for more. There was no limit as long as Stone was touching me. His hand moved up my thigh, and with one finger, tugged my panties aside and began to open me with a roughness that only intensified the frenzy consuming me. I wanted it to hurt a little. I wanted him to lay his claim on me, leaving me aching.

“You’re so tight,” he said as his gaze was on my sex. “My dick is going to split you open.”

“Yes,” I squirmed feeling delirious. This was like a tease that kept me on the verge of an orgasm and held me there. I wanted to be brought to the edge, only to have him tease me a little moreeach time.

His pupils completely dominated the color of his eyes. Stone’s mouth opened slightly as he lifted his body from mine and removed his clothing with quick determination. I was lost the moment I got the full view of his body. Beautiful and more perfect than I’d realized. Every inch of him was cut as if he were a god. But not any god. The god of war. Fierce, dominating, and powerful.

When his body covered mine, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. I was impatient. He used one hand to hold me back, and I almost pleaded with him to let me touch him as he stripped my pajama top off my body. I was so distracted by him that I’d forgotten I was still wearing it.

When I was bared to him completely, I paused. I was unsure for the first time since he kissed me. His body was perfectly chiseled. It was intimidating.

His eyes roamed over me, and I was reminded of all the women. The topless ones, naked ones, and beautiful bodies he’d been with at the Van Allan pool parties.

I closed my eyes, wishing I hadn’t remembered them. When Jasper had seen me like this, I hadn’t felt so self-conscious. But now, with Stone, I worried I wouldn’t meet his expectations.

“Open your eyes, Beulah.” It wasn’t a gentle request. His words were an order, and I obeyed. He seemed to hold some kind of power over me. Even when I thought I hated him, I looked for him as if my soul was tethered to his, even though I had believed he wanted nothing to do with me. My soul had known differently.

“Open your legs wider,” he said, his voice hoarse. If I didn’t know better, I could’ve sworn he was trembling.

His nostrils flared as I felt his hardness brush against my sensitive core. “I wanted to go slow. Kiss you, get so damn much of you on my skin that I could smell you for days. But now,” Hegrowled as his eyes glowed. “I need to fuck you. Hard. Have you take it all. Hear you scream my name.”

It was me who trembled now. I shook and wanted to beg him for exactly that.

Lifting my hips, I felt him press closer to my entrance, creating more sizzling pressure. It was beginning to be too much. I felt as if I might explode at any moment. Knowing he was going to fill me was sending bolts of electricity throughout my entire body.

“Mine,” he said in a harsh tone.

My breath left me as my body rocked, and I was full. Beautifully invaded and stretched. He was so big, yet the sharp pain was everything and more. I cried out his name unable to form any other word.

“Fucking mine,” he repeated and began moving. In and out. Each rock of his hips brought me closer to the peak of the pleasure building. Nothing before this mattered. Nothing after this would ever measure up.

“Stone,” I breathed. “I need,” I couldn’t string the words together. He was inside me, bringing me to the edge that I wanted to leap off and fall into blindly—not caring about anything but this. Us.

“You need this?” he asked as he began pumping into me harder. His mouth lowered and devoured one of my nipples. Biting. Creating new currents of ecstasy that made me shake.

His mouth moved up my chest and licked at my collarbone. He took bites of my skin as he worked his way up my neck. When his warm breath caressed my ear, I clung to him tighter. I was about to erupt. Each brush of his mouth against my skin and every jerk of his hips had my knees lifting higher. My ankles crossed over his back, trying to pull him deeper.

Stone bit my earlobe and whispered, “I want to come inside you. Fill you until it’s running down your sweet thighs. It’s all I can think about.”

All of that. I wanted it. “Yes. Please,” I sounded desperate as my nails clawed at his back.

“Fuck,” he said as he got rougher. My hips slamming into the bed. “You make me insane,” he growled. “Fucking crazed.”

“Oh God! Please!” I threw my head back. I was there. I was falling. “STONE!” I heard my voice cry out for him. I could hear him talking, but the other world I was floating in muffled it all.

“FUUUUCK!” his roar brought me back enough to witness him push into me one more time with a jerk as he filled me. The sight of it sent sparks through every nerve in my body. Made me forget I’d just been given the most life-altering experience of my life, and I already wanted more.

His eyes lifted from our joined bodies to meet my dazed eyes. He was panting and trying to catch his breath. Sweat clung to his skin. “Holy hell,” he whispered.

He slowly pulled out of me, and I reached between my legs to feel his hot seed dripping from my body. Curious about how it felt and liking the image of it on my fingers.

“Jesus Christ, Beulah,” he said with a small laugh. “I’m going to turn you over and fuck you again, this time so I can worship that ass of yours if you don’t stop. I’ll never get enough of you. Of this.”

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