Page 70 of Sweet Retribution

I open wide and slowly take him in, swirling my tongue around the head, lapping at the slit before slowly taking him deeper, inch by inch. I cup his balls and hold onto his hard shaft as I lick and suck, changing my speed and suction based on his grunts and cursing.

Releasing his sack, I snake my hand around to his ass and pull him in so I’m deep throating him.

“Fuck.” Stone pulls out and his cock makes a popping noise against my cheek. “I’m supposed to be caring for you.” He lifts me to my feet and kisses me hard before dropping to his knees.

“Oh.” He gives me no time to prepare as he shoulders my legs apart and laps his tongue on my clit and dives his fingers deep inside me. I lift up on my toes and brace myself on the railing behind me as he finger and tongue-fucks me.

The sensations are so strong, I feel the electricity zip through my body. It’s hard to believe it was just yesterday morning when he did this to me on his desk. The build up of my orgasm strikes hot and fast. I have no time to prepare myself or let Stone know it’s coming before I explode from his touch.

I close my eyes and tip my head back as I ride the wave of the orgasm on his tongue, not ever wanting it to stop.

“Christ, Gia.” Stone rises to his feet and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I almost came along with you.”

My body is limp with wonderful exhaustion, and I don’t even have the energy to open my eyes. I turn my naked body around and brace myself on the railing, tilting my ass and hips back into his stomach.

Stone grips my waist in both hands. I brace myself for him, but he stops before his erection slips inside me. I crane my neck around and read the concern on his face.

“You’re hurt, Gia. We should take this to my bed.”

I’ve wanted for so long to make love to him in his bed, and I had one night of pure bliss, but right now, I don’t want to move. I want him to lose himself in me as we face the ocean, the sea breeze on our faces.

“Fuck me, Stone.”

His eyes darken, and the lonely vein in his forehead makes an appearance. I hide my smile at being able to have such an effect on him. I’ve never talked dirty to him, not that telling him to fuck me is dirty. Not compared to the way Stone talks, or the women he associates himself with.

Associated.

The language and the command are a lot coming from me. I’ve clouded Stone’s judgement. He thinks I need to be handled with care. He doesn’t want to break me. I can read it in his face.

What he doesn’t realize is that I was broken before I met him, and he’s the only one whose been able to put me back together. I grind my ass into his erection, and he squeezes my hips.

“Babe.”

I nearly fall over from heart palpitations at the simple endearment, not that it’s much of an endearment. He could call all the women he’s with, babe. But I know he doesn’t. He hasn’t. It’s as big a deal for him as it is for me to tell him to fuck me.

“Please,” I beg.

I see the turmoil in his eyes before he closes them, then rams into me. I scream out, my voice dissipating into the air above the ocean. Stone freezes, still deep inside me. Even without seeing him, I can tell he’s second guessing what we’re doing.

He’s thinking about our first time, when he didn’t know I was a virgin, and he took me on the balcony of my room. He needs as much comforting as me. I reach behind and stroke his chest, then inch my hand around to his ass and pull him into me. Stone’s a smart man, especially when it comes to sex.

He leans over me, brushes my hair back, and whispers in my ear. “Are you sure you don’t want to lie down.”

“Next time.” I dig my short nails into his ass cheek, and he wastes no time picking up the pace.

I reach around for the railing and hold on tight as he rams into me from behind. He nuzzles my neck with his nose and gives me love bites on my shoulders. Another orgasm builds inside me, and I clench around his hard cock.

Stone dips a hand into my folds and strokes me once. Twice. Three times and I explode. I squeeze everything: my eyes, my thighs, my pussy, as I ride his cock. He curses in my ear and moves his hands back to my hips as he pumps his orgasm into me.

We’re both breathless as we come down from our high. He rests his forehead, damp with sweat, on my shoulder.

My legs tremble, and I’m suddenly fatigued. “We can go lie down now.”

“Shit,” he says as an apology, and scoops me up into his arms.

I miss the contact when he pulls out but quickly sink into the warmth of his chest, hooking my fingers behind his neck. He limps through the doorway and gently lays me on the bed.

I prop myself up on my elbows and tilt my chin toward his calf. Blood has seeped through the bandage. “You need to rest too.” I pull myself to sitting. “Let me rewrap that.”

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