Page 23 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Fourteen

He was finding it goddamn difficult not to say shit. Stone was used to barking orders at whoever was on top of or under him, whether it was a sweet butt or some random snatch at The Castle for one of their parties.

After freeing her mouth, he dropped his to her tit, sucking one already hard-as-fuck nipple deep and making sure to scrape the tip with his teeth.

Her eyelids became heavy. Her mouth gaped. Her breathing sped up. Her nipples quickly became swollen and shiny from him sucking on them.

He was tempted to leave his mark in the rounded, soft flesh. Oh yeah. He wanted to mark her and mark her good. That way he could see a reminder of what they were about to do in this fucking room tomorrow and maybe even the next day.

Not that he’d need a reminder. He doubted he’d forget it any time soon. Taryn was not his usual pump and dump.

She was not a sweet butt or a hang-around. Or some drunk chick invited to one of their weekend-long blow-outs getting her thrills by hanging out with a bunch of outlaw bikers.

Taryn was a woman he had to live with for at least the next few months. If not longer. They’d have to face each other every day. They’d need to coordinate their kids’ schedules.

He also needed to make sure everyone under his roof remained safe. For that reason, it was important he kept who the fuck she was and why she was living with him front and center. Especially if he wanted her to stay.

After seeing how Taryn interacted with and parented her son, he desperately wanted her to stay for his daughter. Sunny needed someone steady in her life. Someone to keep her from growing up to be a total degenerate.

That person was not Sheena. It certainly wasn’t the sweet butts. And if he had to admit it, it might not even be him. He tried his best but sometimes— fuck , most of the time—his best wasn’t good enough.

By arching her back, Taryn shoved her tit deeper into his mouth, giving him proof without any words of her approval of his actions.

He wasn’t sure about her, but he had a few more things on his to-do list yet. It was time to get down to business.

Dropping his hand between her thighs, he swept a finger through her hot center, finding her slick as fuck.

Fuck yeah.

Two of his fingers easily slipped inside while he ground his thumb against her swollen clit. Rocking against his fingers, she drove them even deeper at the same time he scored the hard tip of a nipple with his teeth.

Her hips popped up off the counter and a soft cry hit his ears.

For fuck’s sake , this woman’s responses—even as restrained as they were—might be his undoing.

Normally, he concentrated on driving his dick home until he came. He kept it simple: in, out, over.

Not tonight. Fuck no. Tonight he wanted to make sure Taryn enjoyed the ride. While he wanted to believe it was because he didn’t want to scare her away, that might not be it at all. It had to be because he wanted her to come back for more.

Since she was living in his house and was right at his fingertips, he didn’t want this to be only a once and done thing. They could be doing this on a regular basis.

That would make this whole agreement even sweeter.

At least for him. Especially if he could talk her into sharing his bed.

How convenient would it be to roll over and be able to fuck her in the morning, at night, in the middle of the night, at the ass crack of dawn, or in the middle of the damn day when the kids were at school?

Fuck. Maybe if he gave her multiple orgasms, Stone might be able to convince her to move Wren out of his bed and allow him to slide back in.

Of course, he couldn’t ask her that fucking question because he had to keep his goddamn trap shut. That was harder than his damn dick.

But at least he now had a goal other than him simply busting a nut.

He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, occasionally curling them enough to find the spot that drove women wild.

When he cared enough to do so. Taryn would be the exception since he normally didn’t.

He expected the women in his life to take care of his needs, not the other way around.

Throwing her head back, she stiffened seconds before she exploded around his fingers with a muffled cry. Did she hold back her response due to the kids being right upstairs or because of her own no talking rule?

Either way, it was loud enough to pull a grin from him.

He slowly continued to glide his fingers in and out until her pussy no longer pulsed around him.

Damn, he was good, if he said so himself.

One orgasm down…

Now he needed to make her come with his mouth, then his dick. Hopefully three would be the lucky number to make her see the benefit of them sharing a bed.

Slipping his slick fingers from her, he sucked on them for a little appetizer before he chowed down.

Her chest still heaved and her pupils had expanded as she focused on him. He kept their gazes locked as pushed her knees farther apart so he’d have room to work his magic with his tongue.

He rarely went down on a woman. Not because he didn’t like it, he certainly fucking did, but because he wasn’t eating leftovers. He had no fucking clue which—or how many—of his brothers had been there before him.

As for the randoms showing up at parties, he had no idea who they were or where they came from. Using a wrap to protect himself was one thing, tonguing their questionable cunts was another.

Her head dropped forward to watch him as he sank to his knees on the damn hard tile floor and separated her with his thumbs to stare at her juicy pink center. But only for a second before he dove right in face first.

Damn. He should’ve pulled his hair up and out of the way. At moments like these, his long hair became annoying.

Christ , did he really give a shit about getting messy ?

When he inhaled deeply, pulling her sweet scent deep into his lungs, his answer was fuck no.

He sucked one plump fold into his mouth, then the other, before driving his tongue inside her. But it was when he shifted to the smooth pearl hidden within her clam that her hips bucked against his face, smearing the result of his work into his beard and hair.

She tasted a fuck of a lot better than any of the meals she’d cooked so far. And they’d been the best he’d had in a while. If not ever.

He flicked her clit with his tongue before sucking on it roughly, causing her hips to jump. He really should finger fuck her again but he was determined to make her come this time solely using his mouth. And, of course, his magical tongue.

He tugged and teased, causing the thighs now clamped around his ears to tremble and shake.

He was no longer able to see or hear. Exactly how he preferred it when he fell face first into pussy.

But, for fuck’s sake, he needed for her to come soon. He was ready for the main event. Switching his tongue into turbo mode, he didn’t give even a second of mercy to her clit or cunt.

He didn’t even let up when her thighs sandwiched his head so tightly, he thought she might pop it like a balloon. That could be a sign that she was about to come again, only she was no longer giving him room to work.

When her hips surged up once more, her pussy smashed his nose. Pulling back to take a breath, he could clearly see she was riding out another orgasm.

Hell yeah. Orgasm number two.

Her unrestrained reactions went right to his dick. It was hard as fuck and aching, pissed at him for holding off for so long. The crown was slick and a string of precum swung precariously from the tip in anticipation of finally filling her.

Time to kick this ride into third gear.

Before she even stopped shuddering, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing the long, delicate line of her throat.

He slowly slid his nose along her heated skin with his fingers following before wrapping around her neck like a collar.

He flexed his fingers and dug the tips deeper, feeling her pulse beat as fast as a hummingbird’s wings under his palm.

As soon as he released her hair, he crushed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth again just like he was about to claim her pussy.

Keeping a hand on her throat, he used the other to tuck the foil package between his teeth to rip it open, letting the wrapper drop to the floor as he managed to roll the condom on single-handedly.

He lined himself up by tucking the tip of his dick at the center of his target.

He held her steady by gripping the soft flesh covering her hips.

Despite the urge to quickly bang one out, he gritted his teeth and took his time entering her, inch by inch, until his dick was encased in her velvety heat all the way to the root. Until he hit the end of her.

She was tight compared to the sweet butts, making him wonder how long it had been since she’d had anyone inside her. Then it hit him like a baseball bat to the head. Whatever that answer was, he didn’t fucking care.

It was his pussy now.

All right, maybe not for forever, but for the next ten minutes. When she squeezed and stretched around his length, it became clear that it might be more like two minutes. And that was being generous.

Whatever .

While it might be impossible to go any deeper, he wanted to. Fuck did he want to. Apparently, so did she.

It certainly didn’t fucking help his endurance when her nails drilled into his ass, trying to pull him even deeper. That was going to leave a mark. But he didn’t give a fuck about any battle wounds. He’d wear them proudly.

Her breath hissed out of her as he held her tightly, flexed his knees, and drove himself up and into her over and over.

This didn’t have to take long, it only needed to be fucking great. A taste of what he could do to her in hopes she’d want to do it again. He fucking needed to do this again.

No fake noises. No goddamn agenda. No bullshit.

It was about one simple result: pleasure.

Pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, he found a pace that worked for them both. Attempting to draw out her next orgasm. If he achieved it, it would be her third. And her last.

Because he was close to being done.

Especially once she wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into the back of his thighs, and met him thrust for thrust.

He teetered dangerously when she ground her clit against him and her pussy clamped tightly around his dick.

Then her face softened, her eyelids slid shut, and her mouth went slack.

A second later, she shattered around him.

Thank fuck. Now it was his turn.

Gritting his teeth and not even waiting for her orgasm to end, he began to piston his hips.

His breath pumped from his lungs with each forceful thrust he made in an attempt to screw her right into the vanity.

Each drive upward was deeper and quicker than the last, until there was nowhere left for him to go .

She dug her nails into his ass even deeper to prevent herself from slamming into the mirror, possibly shattering it.

That would suck.

Not because he’d need to replace it, because she might get cut and the noise might wake up the kids. Sunny was too damn smart to believe the bathroom mirror exploded on its own. In the middle of the night.

When they were all supposed to be sleeping.

With a grunt he swore came all the way from his toes, he slammed her one more time, planting himself deep. He closed his eyes as his dick pulsed and his balls emptied.

The second he could think semi-straight, he dropped his forehead to her shoulder and sucked in oxygen to slow both his pounding heart and his breathing.

She came three fucking times. A record for him because he normally didn’t give a shit after a woman came once. And he was being generous with that. He wasn’t fucking them for their pleasure but for his own.

This was the first time since he’d been inexperienced that he cared if the woman was satisfied when he was finished.

Despite that, he was not expecting her to quickly release his ass, plant her hands against his chest, and push.

He reluctantly opened his eyes to see hers wide and her face pale.

What the fuck? That was not the reaction he expected after all the effort he had put into this.

Was that a look of regret she was wearing?

Goddamn it. That didn’t bode well for him convincing her to let him back in his own bed.

Collaring the wrap at the base of his dick, he slipped from her and stepped back, giving her space. “What’s wrong?”

Fuck her no talking rule. That was now officially over.

She set her jaw and shook her head, still not saying a damn word.

“I hurt you?”

No answer.

“It suck?”

Again, no answer as she scrambled to get dressed.

“Made you come three fuckin’ times,” he announced like she wasn’t aware of that fact.

Unless she’d been faking it?

No, she’d have no reason to fake it. What he heard and felt was far from fake, unlike some of the shit that came out of a sweet butt’s mouth.

He stood watching her finish pull on her PJ bottoms and her tank back over her head. “Babe.”

Fuck , he needed to know where this went wrong.

“Taryn.”

She paused with her hand on the door knob and didn’t even bother to turn around when she said, “We don’t speak about this ever again.”

Then she was gone.