Typhon, p.20
Typhon, page 20
Because what the hell else was this?
Feeling Stone’s fingers slide inside my body had my legs falling back even wider, like the slut I had taken such offense to earlier. He said I was a hot fuck, but I wasn’t. I was a hot fuck for him. My body only reacted like this for him. I only wanted to be dirty for him. I only wanted to be dirtied by him.
His hot breath against my center added to the sensations he was already drawing from my body. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled, his lips brushing against my wet folds. “I knew you would.”
“Stone…don’t stop…”
“I’m not stopping until you cum all over my face and fingers, baby,” he promised. “I’m not stopping until you cum so hard that I can drink from you.”
My hands tightened in his hair. “Yes…”
When I felt another finger slide in to join the first two, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. With Stone’s tongue on my clit and his fingers working that magical spot inside me, it was only a matter of seconds before I gave him his wish and came all over him. The soreness from last night also added to the level of sensitivity I was feeling. While it hurt, it also felt wickedly wonderful.
Then Stone did something that no one else has ever done, and it shouldn’t have felt so good. Stopping everything, I felt his large hands grab the back of my thighs, and lifting me up higher, my entire body shook as his tongue circled lower and pleasure shot up my spine until my body bowed with a sensation that threatened my sanity.
“Stone, oh, Jesus…oh, God…”
His fingers went back to stretching me open, and his tongue was back where it belonged, but not before he said, “If you think that tight, hot, little ass of yours is off-limits, I got news for you, Rylee. It’s not.” His teeth nibbling on my clit had me exploding hard enough to see white spots dancing behind my eyes.
“Stone…”
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, but the sound of his voice was muffled underneath the rush of blood in my ears. “Give me another one, baby. Just one more.”
I didn’t think I could, but Stone’s tongue went back to manipulating my clit and his fingers were stuffing me full again. The intensity had me exploding again, and Stone was getting his wish. “Oh, God…”
With my eyes closed, my body sated, and euphoria threatening to take me under, I was vaguely aware of Stone’s slow journey back up my body. I felt his teeth, and I felt the way his mouth sucked at different parts of my flesh, but I was too spent to see what he was about. I just laid there and let him do whatever he pleased.
When my entire body was covered in his heat, I finally opened my eyes just in time for his lips to come down on mine, my flavor coating his lips and tongue. This was another first for me, and it felt decadent to know Stone wasn’t going to put limits on this thing between us.
He made me feel sexy.
His lips on my neck, that’s when I felt the bare skin of his thighs against my opened one, and he must have removed his jeans while I’d been basking in the aftermath of my releases. Those teeth that had traveled up my body found a home on my neck, and I knew he was marking me.
And I found I was okay with that.
Chapter 35
Stone~
This was what last night should have been. Me and Rylee, no barriers between us, no limits to what we were going to be to each other.
Bracing all my weight on one elbow, I reached down and lined my cock up against her soaked entrance. I felt Rylee’s thighs hitch upward, and I slid home in one fluid motion, and I didn’t stop until my hips were pressed into hers, feeding her tight cunt every inch of my cock.
Rylee moaned and threw her head back in pleasure. “Oh, Christ…”
“Feel that, Rylee?” I groaned in her ear. “That’s what you do to me, baby.”
“So good…” she whimpered, and her mewls were like a jolt to my balls.
“Look at me, Rylee,” I commanded, and when she did, I fell deeper into the hypnotizing pools of her eyes. “Only I get to see you like this, okay? Only me.”
Rylee nodded. “Only you.”
I pressed my cock in deeper. “And everything I am and have is yours,” I told her.
“Stone-”
“I love you, Rylee,” I whispered against her lips and pulled my hips back before crashing back into her body. Soon, she was moaning loudly, and the sounds were mixing with the thundering clap of my body ramming into hers. Breaths were harsh, bodies were sweating, and our moans were like a soundtrack to the best fuck of my life.
Rylee was taking every inch, and she didn’t object to the force of my thrust or the hold I had on her hips as I pinned her to the bed, so her body couldn’t escape my invasion. Her nails digging into my shoulder blades felt divine, and I welcomed it. The sting told me she’d broken the surface of my skin in some places, but it was only fair that she marked me like I had marked her.
After all, I did belong to her.
That’s how I felt. I felt like every piece of me belonged to Rylee. She owned me. That contract might give off the impression that I owned her, but that was far from the truth. I was the one owned. I was the one at the mercy of this slip of a girl who had balls the size of Texas.
“Fuck, baby,” I hissed. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“Stone, harder…please,” she begged, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was marrying this girl tomorrow. No matter what it took, no matter what I had to do, I was getting Rylee to marry me as soon as possible.
I shoved my cock inside her warm heat harder and as deep as possible, and it still wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to see all of her, and I couldn’t this way. I needed to appreciate what Rylee was giving me after what I’d done to her, and I couldn’t do that in this position.
Wrapping her up in my arms, I rolled us over until Rylee was on top, her body straddle my hips. She pressed her hands against my chest, straightened until all I could see was the stunning vision of Rylee’s face, neck, tits, and stomach, all of it decorated with my mark. She had one on her neck, her collarbone, two on her right tit, one on her stomach, one near her bellybutton, one on the corner of her trimmed pussy hair, and I knew there were two on the inside of her left thigh.
She looked fucking magnificent.
“Get that dick, baby,” I grunted. “Ride that cock until you’re dripping all over my hips. Use my cock to make yourself cum.”
With her head thrown back, Rylee’s hips started moving with the same desperation that I’d been feeling earlier. She was chasing her orgasm, eager to cum again, and I was eager to give it to her.
I grabbed onto her hips, and every time she came down, I surged upwards. She might be on top, and I might be giving her some measure of control, but I was still in this with her. It was still my dick that she was using, and it was still my dick I was giving her.
“Stone, please…” she whimpered, and if she thought I was arrogant before, having her beg for my cock was ruining me.
“Take that dick, baby,” I demanded, tightening my grip on her hips. “Sit on my cock and make yourself cum. Give me that delicious cream of yours.”
Her head fell back down, and with her hands on my chest, her palms supporting her weight, Rylee started rocking her hips, coming down at the perfect angle to make her body convulse above me. “Oh, God…Stone…” I saw the entire blush of her orgasm coat her chest, her neck, and her face, and the sight was burned into the back of my mind and would be there forever.
And while Rylee was cumming, my hips kept rolling upwards, determined to ride her through her release. “That’s it, Rylee,” I panted. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Hold me tight.”
“Stone…I’m…” She trailed off, and I knew she was barely holding on.
Wrapping my arm around back, I flipped us over again, and this time, every thrust, every push, every grind against her hips was for me. For my release. For my stamp on her body. I hadn’t bothered with a condom, and I was going to cum inside her. I was going to spray my release inside her tight cunt and coat her insides with everything I had.
Leaning down, my lips at her ear, I told her so. “I’m cumming inside your pussy, Rylee. I’m going to cum inside you all night.” She let out a quiet wail as her nails went back to digging in my flesh. “My cum is going to be leaking from your pussy for days.” Her pussy clenched around my dick, and that was it for me.
“Yes,” she cried out. “God, yes…”
Exploding deep inside her, ropes, and ropes, and ropes of hot cum shot from my dick, coating her just like I promised I was going to. “Take it, Rylee,” I growled. “Take it.” And I didn’t stop thrusting into her body until I felt myself soften and was no good to either of us anymore.
I rolled off her, but made sure to gather her in my arms, so she couldn’t escape. With Rylee, I was never going to assume anything. However, when she snuggled her body back into mine, I felt relatively safe in thinking that she wasn’t going to make a break for it.
“That’s what last night should have been,” I said over the harsh breaths permeating the air around us, and I wasn’t afraid to mention it. I refused to let last night define us, and the only way to move past it was to address it.
Rylee didn’t comment for a while, but then she finally said, “The only problem with last night was when I found out you were fucking me like that because you thought I was a slut. Before you pointed out your motives, I hadn’t had any objections to everything you did to me.”
My dick twitched at that, and that was probably further proof that I was the no-good bastard she had accused me of being earlier.
“So, what are you saying?” If she was saying what I think she was saying, I wasn’t sure how I was going to ever let her out of my bed.
“Your motives hurt like hell, Stone,” she answered. “But…the sex had been…explosive. As pissed as I was, and might still be, I can admit that.”
My arm tightened around her waist, my hand sliding upward to cup her tit, and I made no apologies for my hard dick poking at her ass. “So, you enjoyed being fucked like a hot slut?”
There was no disguising the hitch in her breathing. “Stone…”
“Do you like it rough, Rylee?” I asked. “Do you like being fucked hard and merciless?” I didn’t let her answer as I rolled us over again, until I was back on top of her, my dick already sliding inside our wet mess. “Do you trust me enough to play my little slut in the bedroom, baby?”
She nodded, already breathing hard, her body already taking me in deep. “Yes,” she shamefully admitted. “I…I liked it.”
“Liked it?”
Her face burned with her confession. “Loved it.”
With her confession destroying what was left of my sanity, I fucked Rylee until my entire body threatened to revolt. I fucked her until my entire body strained with the effort. I used her aggressively, and she never asked me to stop.
I spent all night inside her body, and some of it was sweet and tender, and some of it was spent calling her dirty names. Some of it was slow and powerful, and some of it was dirty and painful. Some of it was spent telling her how much I loved her, and some of it was spent shooting my load all over her face.
It was perfect.
It was everything.
As the night started to transition to the next day, and the room clock read 4:15 am, Rylee was passed out in my arms while my mind was wide awake, though my body was spent. There was so much to address in the morning that I knew I wouldn’t fall asleep for a while. I needed to convince Rylee to move in with me and I needed her to marry me as soon as possible.
I needed her with me.
I needed her safe.
I needed my fucking wife with me.
Epilogue
Stone~
It was almost midnight, and let me tell you, Catholic churches were creepy as fuck in the middle of the night. Illuminated by candlelight only, shadows dancing over the statues, if demons rose from under the floor to fight angels coming in from the stained-glass ceiling, I wouldn’t be surprised.
The priest stood patiently at the altar, his demeanor, surprisingly, not comforting, and I supposed this was what it meant to succumb to nerves.
Lennox, Saxton, Ross, and Fox stood behind me, one standing next to the other. Kincaid stood behind Rylee with Jennifer and Alexis standing next to the other in the same fashion as the guys. Lennox was the only odd man out, and everyone knew to keep mum about the details.
We were having a midnight ceremony, and I’d broken another Order stipulation by refusing to have the initiating panel in attendance as witnesses. However, I’d requested that the church film the ceremony, so I had proof to take back to the panel, should they ask.
After Rylee let me take her all night and all morning, we checked her out of the motel room, then took her stuff to my place. It’d been an easy decision since she was always going to move in with me after we got married anyway.
It had taken the rest of the day to convince her to marry me so soon, but I’d done it, and a sizable donation had opened the church doors this late. A quick text to the guys, and it had all been arranged in less than two hours. And if Jennifer and Alexis thought it was odd that we were all dressed casually and August and Laney weren’t here, they weren’t saying anything.
“Are we ready?” the Father asked, and Rylee and I both gave him an affirmative nod.
“Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the presence of these witnesses, to join Stone Holden Lexington and Rylee Ember Madden in holy matrimony, which is an honorable estate, instituted by God in the time of man’s innocency, signifying to us the mystical union which is between Christ and His Church…”
The entire church was silent as the priest continued with the ceremony, and it wasn’t until he got to the commitments that I spoke, and then Rylee. We opted for traditional wedding vows, and that included the obey part. And while I had no intentions of ordering Rylee around like a pet, we agreed to include the traditional vow for the sake of the Hera contract. If the video showed Rylee vowing to obey me, then it would help keep The Order off our backs.
I slid the platinum diamond band on her finger to join her engagement ring, vowed to love her forever, then she slid a matching platinum diamond band on my finger, vowing the same. When the priest announced us as man and wife, I kissed the fuck out of Rylee in front of everyone.
When I came to my senses and remembered we were standing in front of a man of the cloth, I broke off the kiss, then dropped my forehead to hers.
Her face in my hands, I said, “I love you, Rylee.” Her eyes shimmered. “I’ll love you all my life.”
I didn’t know if it was because she wasn’t ready, or if because she was too emotional to vocalize what she was feeling, but tears leaked down her cheek as she mouthed the words back. And what no one in the room knew was that it was the first time she’s said the words to me. I’d said them to her plenty since Saturday night, but she had held them bottled up tight.
Until now.
“Again,” I demanded. Smiling, she knew what I wanted, but she shook her head, and I couldn’t even be mad at her.
I’d wait, and I told her so. “I can wait.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“I’d wait forever for you, Rylee.”
The tears really started flowing, and as soon as her arms wrapped around my neck, I lifted her in my arms and swung her around. Everyone was clapping, cheering, and catcalling, and it was perfect.
When I set her back on her feet, she stretched up to kiss me before she turned around to hug Kincaid, then Jennifer, then Alexis.
When I turned around to face the guys, I got handshakes and back pats. When I’d gone through the line, Fox asked, “Now what?”
“Now we figure out what to do about August Remington and Laney Spinner.”
The End.
Acknowledgments
The first acknowledgment will always be my husband. There aren’t enough words to express my gratitude for having this man in my life. There is a little bit of him in every hero I dream up, and I can’t thank God enough for bringing him into my life. Thirty years, and still going strong!
Second, there’s my family; my daughter, my son, my grandchildren, my sister, and my mother. Family is everything, and I have one of the best. They are truly the best cheerleaders I could ever ask for, and I never forget just how truly blessed I am to have them in my life.
Then, of course, there’s Kamala. This woman is not only my beta and idea guinea pig, but she’s also one of my closest friends. She’s been with me from the beginning of this journey, and we’re going to ride this thing to the end. Kam’s the encouragement that sparked it all, folks.
Finally, I’d like to thank everyone who’s purchased, read, reviewed, shared, and supported me and my writing. Thank you so much for helping make this dream a reality and a happy, fun one at that. I cannot say thank you enough.
About the Author
M.E. Clayton works full-time and writes as a hobby. She is an avid reader, and with much self-doubt but more positive feedback and encouragement from her friends and family, she took a chance at writing, and the Seven Deadly Sins Series was born. Writing is a hobby she is now very passionate about. When she’s not working, writing, or reading, she is spending time with her family or friends. If you care to learn more, you can read about her by visiting the following:
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