A large, rough hand closes around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts, and I lose it. “Ohmygod, I’m… fuck. Gonna come.”

Stone growls, stroking and fucking me harder, taking me higher and higher, until I blow. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot out of my throbbing cock, pelting my chest and stomach.

“Oooh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” Guttural groans pour from my chest as Stone’s name is on repeat, falling off my lips.

“That’s it, Bambi. Your tight hole is squeezing the life out of my cock.”

Once I finally stop coming, he brings his fist up to his mouth, licking off the cum that got on his hand. “Fuck, you taste good. Come on, milk my cock, Bambi. Make me come deep in your ass.”

“Good God,” I groan. “Your mouth…”

His hand lands on the side of my head as his body presses down on mine—clearly not concerned about the cum getting all over him—as he pounds into me hard. His strokes are long and rough, and the way he’s biting his lip while watching me has my dick thickening already.

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he moans, thrusting once. Twice. Three times, before he stills, spilling inside the condom, roaring through his release.

He collapses on top of me, our sweaty bodies sticking to each other, as we both fight to catch our breath. When he pulls out of me, I clench and immediately miss the fullness of him. My mind is spinning a million miles a minute, and I’m nervous he’s going to regret it now that we’ve both come.

Eyeing him as he removes the condom, tying it off, and tucking it in his jacket pocket, I worry my bottom lip, waiting to see what he’s going to say or do next. My pulse is racing, the blood whooshing in my ears.

He reaches behind him, grabbing the second blanket we brought with us, using it to clean his stomach off before moving to clean mine. It’s such a simple gesture, but it makes my heart want to explode. It’s tender and caring, and I slam my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the feelings it’s bringing me.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, causing my eyes to open and gaze to land on him. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he almost looks… nervous?

“Yeah. I’m more than okay. Are you?”

“Yeah. Just want to make sure you don’t regret it.”

“I don’t!” I exclaim in a hurry. “Do… you?” My stomach twists as I ask that.

“Not at all.” He leans down and kisses me, my body instantly relaxing, mind feeling immediately better.

He doesn’t regret it.

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Stone Philips