This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,39
body inside the confines of my own mind, just waiting until I could do it in the flesh.”
He flips my skirt back a little, and my heart hitches in my chest. “We were interrupted earlier by that shallow, misguided girl, and I didn’t get to fulfill my promise. You’ll find out she doesn’t exist, Dakota. Not between you and I. Between us, there’s nothing.” He moves the skirt of my dress up a little more, then hooks his hands under my thighs and tugs me forward on the leather. “Drape your legs over my shoulders.”
My brain is already blitzed out. “Stone, what?”
“Your legs, place them over my shoulders so I can taste you.”
“Here?”
“Where better? Our destiny is aligned with the mountains.” He flips my dress all the way back, revealing my slick pussy. His hungry stare makes my core throb.
“It’s not even that dark out,” I complain, grasping at straws, but the truth is, I’m scared. Stone is fucking intense. He’s talking marriage. He’s talking owning me.
My body fucking loves it. In fact, my knees widen on their own, inviting him to show me everything he’s said.
He hikes one of my legs up over his shoulder, and I follow with the other. The pleading of his eyes beckons me to his darkness. I want him to own me. Him and Lucas and Wyatt. I want them to take me to the dark side; I’ll follow them blindly.
The way his stare devours me makes my pussy slicken even more with arousal. I want this. I scoot forward, and he grins maniacally. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I promise, then follow quickly with “mine” as I run my hands through his hair, pulling at the ends, removing Rissa from this moment piece by piece. “We should record this,” I whisper, my skin jumping as his breath hits my core. “We can send it to Rissa to make sure she knows you’ll never belong to her.”
Stone takes his phone out of his pocket and sets it up on the arm rest where the window controls are. He touches the screen a few times before pressing a red button that appears. When he turns to me, his eyes are blazing, and I realize I’m falling into the shadows with him. “Lucas is right to call you Wild Girl.”
With that, he slips forward, tongue piercing my center. I cry out as the first jolt of ecstasy wrings out of me. I open for him further, and he turns into a crazed man, licking and sucking like he’s starving. It isn’t long before I crest—my orgasm sneaking up on me. I brace my foot on the dash and arch my pussy into his mouth, begging him for more while I scream his name.
He doesn’t stop as I come down, diving his tongue into all my slick parts. In a sex haze, I glance at the video we’re taking on Stone’s screen. With his head between my legs, I know I’ll be using this image for future self-love time—the moment of accomplishment when I tamed the big, bad man. My stepbrother.
I tremble, and the screen offers up everything I’m feeling in one erotic picture after another. My lips parting for the hushed cries. My grip clenching the back of Stone’s head. Fuuuuck. My body launches into another orgasm, sweat glistening my skin. “Stone....”
“One more,” he orders, his tongue still doing delicious things to me.
“Enough....”
He pulls away and lifts his eyes to meet mine, my juices coating his lips. “It’ll never be enough.”
This time, he stares me down while he strokes his tongue against my clit. I rock into his face, muscles tightening in expectation. He moans, the thick guttural sound teasing my clit. He’s right—I’ll never get enough of this.
His passion-possessed eyes.
His starved mouth.
I drive my hands through his hair, whimpering as my climax promises again, riding wave after wave of heightening pleasure while he fucks me with his tongue.
Stars fly across my vision, and I let out a silent scream that ends with Stone’s name on my lips like a prayer. “Fuck,” I pant repeatedly. My heart catapults around inside my chest while I struggle for air.
Stone leans back, the smug smile on his face well fucking deserved. He reaches over to shut the video off before pocketing his phone again. “I would never share that with anyone, Dakota. Well, maybe Wyatt and Lucas.”
I suck in a breath. “You wouldn’t.”
He chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. His pupils are dilated, watching me as I slowly come down from my