Every single fucking time he calls me that name, it’s like a shot of potent pleasure straight to my balls. I’m putty in his hands. I’m spinning on my heels, palms flat on the cold granite countertop, before I can suck in my next breath. My eyes close as I take everything in, using my other senses. Stone drops to his knees behind me, ripping my sweats down until they pool at my ankles. Strong hands knead my ass cheeks, spreading them wide open. I’m fully exposed to him, and it’s so crude and filthy. It should make me embarrassed, but it doesn’t. I’m so fucking turned on. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing and dripping for him as his face dives between my cheeks, inhaling my scent before his tongue lashes out against my hole.

My legs tremble against his assault, and I bring my hand down to stroke myself. Before I can even wrap my palm around my length, a loud and painful crack sounds, vibrating through my entire body as my ass cheek screams in surprise. He fucking spanked me!

“What the fu—” I go to say, but am cut off when his deep, rumbling voice meets my ears.

“I said, hands on the counter. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Well, okay, then. Hands on the counter, it is.

Without another word, he dives back in, devouring me. He’s a starving man on a mission and I’m his much-needed nourishment. And boy, does he know how to fucking feast. His tongue is strong and able; teasing my hole, licking a hot trail up my taint, gliding over my sac. Careful not to move my hands, my forehead rests on the counter as inhumane noises expel from my body.

One hand continues to hold me wide open for his access, while his other wraps around my aching cock, stroking slowly. Just enough to really drive me mad. My back arches, pushing back into him, shamelessly demanding more from him. His tongue spears into me, eliciting a breathy gasp from me as my legs continue to tremble and threaten to give out on me.

“Stone… Please.” My voice is hoarse and barely recognizable. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. My mind is fuzzy, and my body is thrumming, needing all of him.

He pulls away from me, and I can’t help the whimper that comes from me as I peer over my shoulder at him. Lying on my kitchen floor, he throws a devilish smirk my way. “Come sit on my face, baby.”

My chaotic heart attempts to crack through my rib cage at the sight of him. I move toward him, facing the direction he’s facing, and lower myself onto his face. My cheeks heat, both from embarrassment and arousal. As soon as my ass makes contact with his face, his tongue is back to work.