Page 91 of Stanton Adore

“I forbid it,” he snaps, and I giggle. His phone beeps again. “Just fuck off,” he whispers at his phone again into my stomach.

“Baby, go and switch it off. It’s annoying me,” I whisper as I raise my hips to meet his hip roll, my eyes half closed with desire. He gets up and switches the side lamp on and I wince under the light. “Why are you turning that on?”

“Because I want to watch you come.” He kisses me again chastely and saunters naked out of the room to get his phone. I lie on my back with my shirt open, smiling at the ceiling. I’m aching for him. I need to orgasm like…now, hurry the hell up. I’ve been aroused since Saturday when he was dirty texting me. What’s he doing? I can hear him on the phone, and I sit up to listen.

“I don’t care…. No, I just talked to her about that. Just tell Mother I am with Natasha and I won’t be home anytime soon.” He goes silent as he listens. “I don’t give a flying fuck. She can like it or lump it. Cam, I mean it.” He listens again. “No, of course not.” Shit, he told his mother that he was with me. I jump out of bed and start to shake my hands, a bad habit when I’m stressed. “I have just spoken to Tash and we are going to try and make a go of it.” I jump up and down excitedly like a little kid, holy shit is this really happening? “Tell her what you want. I don’t care, see you tomorrow.” He hangs up and I dive back into bed so I can pretend I didn’t hear the conversation he just had. My heart rate is thumping in my chest as excitement pulses through me. He is so getting laid tonight. My arousal just hit an all-time high. I lie on my back with my legs bent at my knees and the blankets pooled around my waist trying to calm my breathing and wipe the stupid smile off my face. He slowly walks into the bedroom and stands at the end of the bed, unashamedly naked. His dominant stance doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s taking no prisoners tonight and a rush of cream once again rushes to my core as I anticipate the pleasure he is about to bestow on me. With hooded eyes he takes his long length in his hand and gently starts to stroke himself while watching me, his jaw slackening with the contact. I sit up and watch as my legs involuntarily fall open onto the bed. He is just so fucking hot. He puts one of his feet up onto the bed and continues to stroke himself heavily as my arousal starts to pump in my ears.

“Here’s the thing, precious,” he huskily whispers. “I don’t want to have I-missed-you sex tonight.”

I frown. “You don’t?” I whisper, puzzled.

“No.” He shakes his head as the strokes get stronger and the muscles in his shoulder flex at the contact. I would pay good money to watch him pull himself to orgasm. This is off-the-charts arousing. “I don’t want to have make-up sex tonight.” I swallow as my eyes flick to the visual in the mirror behind him to see this Adonis from the rear angle. His whole back is flexing as he jerks his hand with such velocity. My mouth goes dry. “I don’t want I-love-you sex tonight.”

I frown and bite my lip. “I might, how does that go?” I whisper.

He smiles as he continues the hard, punishing strokes and I start to worry I am going to miss out on that beautiful cock. “You’ve already had it.” He smirks.

Huh, which one? Damn. I missed it. “What do you want, baby?” I sit up onto my knees and pull him forward so I can lick off the pre-ejaculate that is oozing down his thick, heavy length. He cups the back of my head gently. I take him into my mouth—he tastes good. He hisses and gently cups my cheek in his hand as he takes my top off and gently cups my breast. He strokes in and out of my mouth a few times. He pulls my hair back to pull himself out of my mouth. It releases with a pop, my suction is so deep.

I look back up at him. “What do you want, baby? Your wish is my command.”

He smiles a slow sexy smile at me. “I want to fuck.” His mouth drops open as he gently strokes the back of my head. “I want to fuck you until you’re raw.” I swallow, shit that sounds painful. A frisson of fear runs over me followed closely by a rush of cream. Why do I respond to fear like that?

“Please me. Let me have my way with you.” Huh, hasn’t he been doing that for three weeks? What in the hell is he talking about?

“Oh OK.” I nod nervously. My body wouldn’t let me get out of this bed even if I tried—my ovaries are screaming at me at a deafening pitch.

“Pants off.” And in one fell swoop I am naked. “On your knees,” he snaps.

“What…. What do you mean?” Shit, does he want anal sex? He’s too big; he will rip me in half. I hesitate and he must be able to sense my fear.

“I won’t hurt you, precious girl, trust me.” He puts his hand gently on my lower back and I give him a shaky nod. “I mean on your knees in the middle of the bed and resting down on your elbows.” I move into position and he walks around behind me, still stroking himself. I can see him through my legs. “Legs wider apart.” His voice is husky with arousal. I wiggle my knees farther apart. I am leaning on my elbows and knees naked. My legs are spread as wide as they go, and he is behind me. He hisses again, tics his jaw and cracks his neck as he continues to stroke himself while looking at my open, weeping flesh.

“You’re fucking perfect, do you know that?” I smile as I bite my lip. Thanks to a bit of bleach and wax I think to myself. He bends and I am expecting his tongue on my sex, what I am not expecting is his tongue on my rear entrance. Oh fuck.

“Josh.” I tense and try to pull away.

“Don’t move,” he snaps as he grabs my hips. He licks me again gently and all of the blood drains from my head. Dear god, I put my head into my pillow, he can’t do that to me. It’s not…right. He slowly runs his fingertips through my swollen dripping lips as he continues his oral assault on my back rosette. He slides one finger into my sex and slowly makes time with his tongue, fucking me slowly with his finger. He adds another finger, twisting his hand as he enters, and my knees start to buckle.

“Josh, I can’t…I can’t do…I can’t hold my weight.”

“Don’t come,” he whispers into me and the vibrations send me into a spiral and an orgasm I don’t think I can stop.

“No!” he snaps and pulls his fingers out. I whimper at the loss. He waits for me to settle. He pushes three fingers into me as his tongue once again softens my rear, spreading saliva.

God he’s good at this. He is definitely God’s gift to women, without a frigging doubt in my mind. I feel uncomfortable letting him do this to me, but I can’t stop him. It just feels too good. Then he’s up, leaning over me as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and kisses me over my shoulder. A deep hungry tongue kiss. He bites my lip as I feel his thumb pressure my rear entrance. I hold my breath and my mouth is open as I feel the pressure he is putting on my opening.

“Relax, Presh. Let me in,” he whispers. His breathing is heavy as he tries to control his arousal. I drop my head as I close my eyes and then he’s in. His thumb is pulsing into me in time with his fingers into my swollen sex. Oh dear god! I instantly start to groan as my hips drop by themselves toward the penetration.

“That’s it.” He kisses my back. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He bites my shoulder blade. I start to quiver, and he stills his fingers. “Don’t come,” he whispers into my back as he tries to control his breathing. “I can’t wait to take you here.” He smiles into my back. “I’m aching for it.” I moan a sound that, if I hadn’t made it myself, I would swear came from a beached whale. I feel like I am having an out-of-body experience. This level of arousal is new to me. I pant in anticipation as I nod, unable to speak.

“You’re going to fucking love it. Love my cock buried deep in your beautiful, tight ass.” Holy shit, if someone had told me I would actually like this, I would not have ever believed it. Not in a million years. This is unexpectedly intimate in a new and raw kind of way. “But you’re not ready yet, Presh. I have to get you ready. And I’m not ready,” he whispers as he gently kisses my back again. My orgasm fog temporarily lifts.

“Why aren’t you ready, Josh?” I know for certain he likes a bit of kink—why wouldn’t he be ready?

“Because once I take you there, we are playing for keeps.” He pumps his fingers hard again and my eyes close and I moan. “Do it, Josh. Take me, now,” I whisper. “I want to be yours, I need to be yours.”

“Not yet.” He smiles into my back and he picks up the pace and strength, so the bed starts to rock. Holy shit, that’s it. I start to quiver, and he whispers into my ear. “Come for me.”