Page 86 of Sweet Little Thing

“Yes,” he growled. “All I can think about is being inside you. I can’t get shit done.”

“Geraldine could come down here and hear us,” I reminded him.

“Not if you’re a good girl and don’t make any noise.”

I wasn’t sure that was possible. “Stone! We can’t do this,” I argued, but it was feeble. The idea of him taking me in the pantry with Geraldine upstairs was exciting.

“Take your shorts off, Beulah,” he demanded.

I did. I pushed them down and kicked the discarded clothing aside. I knew we could get caught. I didn’t want Geraldine to catch us. But I’d been in a constant state of arousal thinking about Stone’s hardness in my mouth. Choking me. He picked me up and pressed my back against the wall. His lips found my neck as he slid into me in one swift push, taking my breath away.

I wrapped my legs around him to hold on as he rocked into me over and over. “Such a dirty girl,” he said as he nuzzled my neck. “Pulling your pants off and giving me this pussy in a pantry.”

I whimpered. The recklessness of our actions and his hard body taking me rough was almost more than I could handle. I wanted to cry out. Beg for more. But I bit my bottom lip and held it in.

“That’s it. Be nice and quiet while I fuck this pussy. All I could think about. Can’t function from needing this. The thought of you makes me so damn hard.”

I buried my face in his chest to muffle the noises I was making.

“You’re soaking wet, Beulah. Dripping little pussy. Makes me think you were already aroused before I got here.”

I held in a moan. “I’ve been thinking about sucking you all day. What you said last night,” I whispered, the darkness making me bold.

Air hissed between his teeth. “Thinking about taking my dick in your mouth made you wet?”

“Yes,” I admitted with a sigh of pleasure.

He began moving faster. His heavy panting quick against my ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his chant made my climax climb faster. The beating of his heart matched my own.

“That’s it, take it like the dirty girl you are,” he whispered as his body began to grow taut. “My sweet little thing wanting to take my cock like a slut.”

The peak washed over me. I started to cry out, and his hand covered my mouth. His eyes locked with mine as I shattered to pieces in his arms. Then he pulled from me. “I’m coming,” he growled. With a long groan he pumped his release all over my thighs as I watched with fascination.

We were both gasping for air as we stood there in the darkness. I wished I had been able to see clearer. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but I had wanted to see his face when he had pulled away and came.

“I’ll clean you up,” he said softly.

I watched as he found a paper towel roll in the corner and began to wipe himself from my skin. Once he finished, he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Tonight, you’re taking me in your mouth. I doubt I can focus on much else now. But that will help get me through.”

I started to get my shorts, and he stopped me. “I’ll do that.”

I stood there as he dressed me. My heart full. My body sated.

Footsteps stopped us both. A grin that I could see in the darkness curled on his lips. “Better get out there. She’ll be looking for you.”

I quickly straightened my hair and opened the door to step out, hoping she didn’t notice I was walking out of a dark pantry with nothing.

Geraldine was at the sink. “I think we should have tea out on the veranda,” she said cheerfully.

“Okay, yes, that’s a good idea. I have the tea cakes and sandwiches you mentioned earlier in the fridge.” I sounded nervous. She didn’t seem to notice.

“Lovely. It’s perfect weather for tea outside.” She took the tray with the teapot. “You get the nibbles, and I’ll take this.”

“Okay,” I readily agreed.

I quickly found the items I had made earlier today when she’d mentioned she’d like to have them. But not before I took a glance toward the pantry. Having our tea outside would give Stone time to leave without being seen.

Geraldine opened the door leading onto the veranda and paused. “Oh, and Beulah,” she said.

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