Page 44 of Stone

My pulse races as my heart rate skyrockets. “St-Stone?”

“That’s right. Didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?” There’s venom in his tone, a snipe to his delivery so unlike him.

Tears spring to my eyes, but when he pushes his solid chest against my back and bends over me to grip the countertop and cage me in, heat floods me. His scent wraps around me like acruel taunt, and my body becomes weak at his proximity, so my footing wavers with the energy swirling around us.

“Pretty sure you need reminded who you belong to, Princess.” The sound of his belt buckle clinking has a wave of wetness pooling in my panties.

Holy shit, is he?

His zipper comes down while we stare at one another in the mirror, our gazes never wavering.

He’s as handsome as ever, his face just how I remember, and as I look him over, I’m pleased to discover no fresh scars or marks on his skin. Wherever he’s been, whatever he’s been doing, is not how his life played out in my mind, and that sends a rush of happiness through me, and my fingers twitch to rediscover him.

My dress is shoved up by his thick hands, and when he kicks my feet apart, I’m powerless to do anything but comply. He maneuvers me to suit him and, in shock, I allow it.

As my panties are pushed to the side, I delight in the warmth of his touch. Heat flows through me like wildfire and slickness gathers between my legs.

I shouldn’t do this, we shouldn’t do this, but my mouth can’t form the words.

His hand tangles in my hair, pinching my scalp, but I remain silent as he pushes my face into the counter and the head of his thick cock finds my soaked pussy.

“That’s it, drip for yourbrother.” He spits out the latter and slams inside me so hard I bite into my lip to disguise the cry of pain at my hips hitting the solid surface. The brutality of his words has the opposite effect, and the venom behind them has me just as eager for him. A gush of wetness coats his cock, and I know he feels it because a deep groan erupts from his chest and his movements stutter for a split second.

His thickness stretching me to capacity, along with his powerful slam, has me holding on to the sink to remain standing as his thrusts hammer in and out of me. I remain a toy for him to use, yet I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pants heavily as his hips roll, then he rears back and slams them back and forth against me with ruthless violence.

Faster and faster, he moves, pounding into me like a wild animal.

My body throbs with need as I clench uncontrollably around his cock. I arch my back against him, then he pulls out, and I fall onto the sink, heaving for breath before he tugs me up by my arm and spins me around to face him. “Close your eyes,” he spits out, and for a moment, I don’t move. “Close your fucking eyes!” he booms, and I flinch at the spite in his tone, quickly shutting them.

He pushes me to the cold floor, and I wince at the bite of pain in my knees.

“You keep your eyes closed. Do you hear me?” he demands.

“Ye-yes.” I tremble, feeling the fury in his words.

“Good girl.” The softness of his tone has me relaxing, then his hand pushes into my hair, gentler this time. “Open those lips for me.”

Oh god.

I open my mouth, and when the tip of his cock separates my lips, I whimper. I’ve never tasted him before, but I’ve wanted to. God, have I wanted to. My tongue darts out and licks over his head, and I preen at the hiss leaving him. When he pushes inside, my mouth stretches to accommodate him, and a moan of pleasure rumbles in the back of my throat.

God, how I’ve wanted to taste him, to feel him, all of him.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he groans, and I swell with pride at the effect I’m having on him as much as he is on me. “Jesus.” His tone is full of awe when I slide my tongue over the head ofhis cock. “It’s— Fuck. It’s incredible.” He slides steadily in and out of my mouth as if savoring the moment, then he picks up speed, hitting the back of my throat, and I gag at the force. His hold on my head tightens, and he delivers harder thrusts. “Gonna come on your face, Princess. Keep your eyes closed.” His warning comes just as he pulls out, and I gasp for air as his heavy pants fill the restroom with the sound of him pumping his cock. Moments later, his warmth floods my face, but I stay kneeling on the floor, awaiting his instruction.

The sound of his zipper has my eyes snapping open, then he leans down and uses two fingers to swipe through the cum coating my chin. “Open. Stick your tongue out.”

I part my lips, and he shoves his fingers inside, and his pupils dilate when he wipes his cum onto my tongue.

Then he removes his fingers and rubs his cum into my cheeks. I’m dumbfounded by his actions, still reeling from the shock of him being here.

Reaching behind his back, he removes a gun, and my heart skips a beat. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” He checks the safety of the gun. “You’re going to go back out there and pretend nothing happened, then you’re going to give that husband of yours a kiss with my cum soaked into your skin. He’s going to smell me on you, and if you don’t?” I feel the color drain from my face at his devastating words. “I’ll blow a hole through his fucking head.” As he smirks, dread lines my stomach.

Of course he knows I’m married, and the way he speaks leaves me with no doubt that he feels betrayed. Doesn’t he see? I had no choice either.

I’d always choose him.

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