Page 31 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Nineteen

As soon as Taryn’s feet were planted on his shoulders, Stone pushed forward, shoving her knees closer to her tits.

She was now right where he wanted her. On her back, with her pussy only inches away from his mouth. He quickly closed that gap, smashing his face between her legs, and immediately went to town.

The noise she made at the back of her throat caused him to raise his eyes and his dick to flex. With her eyelids pinned shut, she twisted the sheet within her fingers while pants softly escaped her gaped lips.

Yeah, she was into it and not complaining. And he planned to do shit to her that guaranteed not one complaint would be lodged.

Not a damn one.

As he continued his onslaught on her already juicy pussy, her hips danced and thighs quivered. A long, soft sigh escaped her and her eyes squeezed shut even tighter while he worked his magic. His lips sucked, his tongue flicked and plunged, his teeth scraped along the tender flesh.

She curled up enough to dig her fingers into the back of his head before shoving his face into her pussy to the point he struggled to take a breath.

If it took him suffocating to get her to come with his mouth, then so fucking be it.

She could ride his face until he turned blue since making her come all over his beard was a fuck of a lot more important than breathing. To him, good pussy was just as important as oxygen.

It would be at the top of his list if oxygen wasn’t needed for him to live.

Unfortunately, it was.

With her head thrown back, she released a long groan as he pulled out all his time-tested techniques. If it was up to him, he’d leave nothing on her untouched tonight. Except for one spot he was damn sure Taryn wouldn’t be open to him exploring.

Not yet, anyway. He had time to work on that. Just not tonight.

“Make me come,” she repeated in a moaned chant. “Make me come. Please, make me come.”

He guessed words were allowed tonight. He took that as a step closer to him both returning to his own bed and her accepting her fate. That being, she’d be joining him in that bed.

He hoped to fuck he wasn’t wrong.

After circling her clit with the tip of his tongue, he sucked it hard, causing her to bow off the bed and smash her pussy into his nose. Only, breaking his nose wasn’t going to stop him either.

She had to be fucking close…

It became obvious when she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it over her own face to smother her cry.

Fuck yeah.

His initial plan was to continue to lick, suck and nibble until she begged him to stop. Until she couldn’t take anymore.

But the truth was, Stone was the fucking weak one. He was the one who couldn’t take any more. He needed to move on before his plans ended up in the damn shitter. With how intensely his dick was throbbing, it felt about to blow.

And that would suck.

If he shot his load too early, she might not let him wait it out in his own damn bed until he was ready to go again. Once she got hers, she might not give a fuck about his.

So, yeah, he needed to keep his shit packed tight and stuffing his face with her pie wasn’t helping his goddamn dilemma.

He lifted his head to see the result of his work: her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth lax.

But he wasn’t done.

Not even fucking close.

After dislodging himself from between her thighs, he reached for his main stash of wraps kept in the nightstand drawer.

One unplanned nut nugget was more than enough for now. In fact, some days his mini-monster’s attitude was enough for him to slice off his own balls. Fuck making an appointment for a vasectomy.

While he loved his girl to death, “death” was the right term when it came to her since she might be the fucking death of him. She loved to push his patience. It didn’t help that he didn’t have a lot to begin with.

Yeah, the fuck if he was barebacking it with any woman. Even if she told him she was on birth control. He trusted that assurance about as much as he trusted the fucking pigs—the badge wearing kind, not the slab of bacon kind—which was zero.

Her eyes blinked open once he returned to settle on his knees between her legs. He held up the foil wrapper. “Good with this, right?”

Best to ask first than be accused later. A lesson he’d learned the hard way.

If a woman was joining him in his room at the clubhouse, she no doubt wanted to be there. The last time he fucked Taryn, it was clear she wanted it because she came to him . But since he invited himself to his own damn bed, he wanted to be crystal fucking clear.

It would really suck for Sunny if both parents were doing a bid behind bars at the same time.

So, no shit, it didn’t hurt to make sure. He lifted an eyebrow at her slow response. “Yeah?”

Maybe she lost her ability to think and speak from the intense orgasm he gave her with only his mouth. He fought his grin.

Finally, her answer was a soft smile and the cocking of her knees to give him full access.

No taking that the wrong way.

She wanted it.

She wanted him.

She was going to get what she wanted.

He quickly tore open the wrap and rolled it on, his dick pounding with its own heartbeat the whole time in anticipation.

He then settled his hips between her thighs but before he planted himself deep, he latched his lips on the curve of one tit.

When he slowly sank his teeth in, Taryn jammed her pelvis up and into him, encouraging him to fuck her without having to say a damn word.

Once he released her, he swirled his tongue over her pebbled flesh.

He and his dick were more than ready, willing and able to take this to the next level.

Her hips shot up when the thick crown bumped against her sensitive, slick flesh. Fisting himself, he used his cock to nudge her open, then slid the head through her slick folds until it caught. Right where he needed to be. Right where she wanted him.

His goal tonight—besides getting off that crappy couch—was to claim that pussy as his for as long as she lived under his roof, as long as she needed protection. As long as she needed him.

Stone selfishly considered letting Vic the Dick live longer than originally planned. Of course, that would be a dick move since wanting her for himself was not more important than her safety.

But then, his brain had dropped into his balls. This was not a good time for making real plans or any deep thinking.

It was more about driving himself deep.

So, that was what he did.

With a sharp thrust, he planted himself to the root, drawing a gasp-turned-moan from her as he filled her and her wet heat surrounding him like a snug velvet glove.

A perfect damn fit, as if they had been made for each other.

With her already soaked, he easily glided in and out of her and was able to take full smooth strokes rim to root.

Christ, she felt so damn good.

This right here was why he had been unable to sleep on that damn couch. Knowing he could be on the second floor doing this and not stuck fucking his own fist. Or having to find a sweet butt tomorrow to relieve his balls.

It had been a while since he fucked anyone who wasn’t a sweet butt or a willing hang-around.

The difference between a fuck who only did it to get something out of it versus doing it for pleasure and orgasms was night and fucking day.

The woman currently wrapped around him had not faked shit yet.

Every reaction he’d experienced so far was one hundred percent genuine.

How aroused she was. Her moans. Her groans. Her gasps.

Everything that was quickly driving him to the edge.

Taryn was no sweet butt. No chick hanging out at a Kings’ party trying to get her claws into him or one of his brothers.

Fuck no.

She didn’t insult him with the over-the-top squeals or the screamed “ yes, yes, yes !” like from some of the sweet butts. Every time they “acted” during sex, he stopped and threatened to find a way to shut them the fuck up. Including cutting off their air supply.

While the sweet butts were convenient and more than willing to do whatever he or his brothers asked, sometimes— fuck , a lot of times—they got on his fucking nerves.

Taryn was a hell of a nice change.

Sometimes change was good. Or needed.

Because truthfully, he was getting bored with his limited sexual selection. And he really didn’t want to go out and track down some strange. That usually took too much effort for not enough reward.

Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she jammed her pelvis up and into him to not only drive him even deeper, but so he’d hit all the right spots.

With a groan, she continued to lift her hips to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her short fingernails drilled into his ass in an effort to pull him even deeper.

If he could, he would.

When her nails scraped up his back, he shuddered while he imagined her leaving claw marks behind. A souvenir that he could look at in the mirror later and remember.

Though, he doubted he’d forget this any time soon. Because he certainly couldn’t stop reliving their little “get-together” in the downstairs bathroom.

Usually when he was supposed to be concentrating on something else.

Like right fucking now.

Get with the goddamn program, asshole. You’re dick deep in pussy and you’re not even present.

His hips surged and stuttered, then he began to power up into her more frantically.

All he wanted to do was pump fast and hard and just explode inside her.

For fuck’s sake . He needed to slow down, to draw this out as long as possible. But he was finding it fucking impossible.

He needed to fucking wait.

He wanted her to come.

To save himself, he claimed her mouth again. Their tongues twisting and tangling together. But only seconds later, he broke his mouth free and twisted his head to the side, closing his eyes, and panted.

It was never like this when he fucked other women. But then, he also didn’t give a fuck what any other woman thought about his performance.

Unlike with Taryn.