and wild and so fucking turned on that I know my boner isn’t going anywhere.
Yet.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Morganna
Past
“JUST LIKE THAT. Just like that,” I breathe out through pants that seem to be unnecessarily loud and exaggerated. I’m not in control of my body. He is.
My hands thread through Stone’s brown hair between my legs. I’m pushed up against the inside of the back seat of our SUV in the parking lot of a nightclub. I feel the need to explain this, as I’m dressed as a nun. My husband is dressed as a priest. We are probably going to end up fornicating in the car. Forgive me, Father.
It’s Halloween and we’ve reserved a couple VIP areas in the most popular club for our friends. Maverick and Windsor, a new couple, will be there. I make the unconscious decision to try to have a heart to heart with Win. She has to struggle with the same things that I struggled with before deciding to give my heart to a Team Guy. It’s not as cut and dry as a normal relationship, that’s for sure.
My thoughts about being a good friend vanish as my hot as hell husband slips two fingers inside me, while his tongue lashes against my clit furiously, wildly, demanding my quick orgasm. Sliding his wide fingers against my channel, he moves them at the perfect speed. The tingling, warm sensation wraps around me as I grind myself into his face. Stone is wild and out of control every time he gets the chance to go down on me. His enthusiasm is a catalyst for knee shaking orgasms. When I say he can’t get enough of me, I mean it. His zest for loving me never wanes. It’s as if he’s making up the time that he’s away. It makes sense.
The fingers on his other hand dig into my hip, holding me down and keeping his face in the perfect position. I yell out loudly when the pleasure hits, pulsing through my whole body at once. He eases his grip and lets me work myself on his fingers until I come crashing back down from the high. He sucks on my clit gently as curse words leak from my mouth.
“I think the entire parking lot heard you, baby,” Stone says, tracing my core with his fingers, rubbing my wetness around the lips and then dipping his finger inside me shallowly. My muscles grip his finger involuntarily. My eyes roll back in my head as I let go of his hair and put a hand on the back of the seat to try to lean against the window.
Sliding up my body, he glides between my legs, his erection landing at my sopping, wet center. “I love you,” he whispers, sliding into me—only halfway, just enough to make me crazy. “I didn’t plan on fucking you, but you’re so wet I can’t help myself.”
“I’m okay with that,” I say, my eyes fluttering closed as he sinks in another inch. I moan and clutch the back of his black cloak, my hands moving down to find his hard ass to attempt to guide him all the way in. With one hand I reach between us to find the base of his shaft. Wrapping my hand around the only part that isn’t inside me makes me shiver. I lift my hips because I desperately need to be filled. I stroke his balls and give them a tiny tug just to get my point across.
“You want me all the way?” he growls in my ear. All I can do is nod my head against his shoulder and pray he gives it all to me. With a low groan he falls into me, filling me up, and promptly begins thrusting to the hilt. I clutch his ass tightly, wanting every ounce of roughness he can deal out.
Stone whispers a combination of sweet nothings and the dirtiest curse words humankind has ever heard. My face finds its way into one of his hands as his lips crash into mine, forceful and meaningful. His kiss possesses me from the outside while his steely erection owns me from the inside—pumping in this furious lyrical pace that sets me over the edge. I wrap my legs around his waist and come again, wishing he could fill me like this forever and that this moment would never end.
“I want to know I’m inside you all night long,” Stone says, his wet lips against my ear. He jerks inside me one more violent