Chapter 21
In all honestly, I had never wanted to see her again. I’d been hoping that, even drunk, she’d heed my warning and stay the fuck away from me.
But she hadn’t.
Rylee had shown up at my front door, and it hadn’t been to apologize for the texts. It hadn’t been to talk shit out. It hadn’t been to explain what the fuck she was thinking when she sent those texts. It hadn’t been to beg forgiveness or admit to cold feet.
She was only here to see if she was clear of any repercussions from the breach in the contract. If I thought I couldn’t be more pissed at her and this entire situation, well, I was wrong.
Very wrong.
Still, what really had the evil in me coming out? I had texts on my phone, telling me how she wanted to fuck as many guys as she could, and how I was free to fuck as many girls as I wanted, but she’d lost her shit when she thought Debra had been walking out of my bedroom and not Lennox’s.
This bitch had nerve.
“Stone-”
“I know you still feel it,” I taunted. “I know you feel the heat from my hand sizzling all over your skin.” Rylee did her best to suppress her moan, but it escaped anyway. “If I stuck my hand up that sexy, little skirt of yours, would your pussy be wet?”
Her eyes widened, and that was answer enough, no matter what her lips were saying. “Let me go, Stone.” I felt her swallow underneath the hand I had wrapped around her neck. “You called it off. We’re not…anything anymore.”
“Maybe I was a little premature about that,” I lied. No way would I tie myself to a slut. But, damn, did I want to fuck her still. It was the least I deserved after the shit she’s put me through; all the games she played and the lies she told.
“Stone, tell me what’s going on,” she begged softly. “What-”
Her confusion sounded so sincere that I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand tightened around her throat, and my lips crashed down on hers, just to shut her the fuck up. She tasted just as delicious as she had before I knew she was fake and vapid, and that just pissed me off further.
Still, knowing what she really was did nothing to diminish those emotions that had drawn me to her in the first place. My dick was harder than it’s ever been, and every ounce of blood in my body was on fire for her.
It made me hate her even that much more.
It wasn’t until it registered that she wasn’t trying to push me away, that my other hand came up and fisted a handful of her black silk. Anchoring her in my hold, the hand I had around her neck slid downward until her tit was all I felt.
Rylee’s fingers curled in the waistband of my jeans, and she held on as I kept owning her mouth and kneading her heavy tit with my hand. Even as electricity danced down my spine-something that I’ve never experienced with anyone else-I told myself that this was just a hate-fuck.
Nothing more.
Pulling away, but our lips still touching, I asked for the consent I needed, no matter how much I hated this girl. “Say yes, Rylee,” I murmured against her lips. “Tell me I can stick my hand up that skirt of yours to see how wet you are.” Rylee moaned into my mouth, and it snapped me out of my rage long enough to pull back and look into her eyes. “How drunk are you, Rylee?”
Her blue eyes looked dazed, but they weren’t as red as they’d been at the party. “I…I’m not drunk anymore,” she breathed. “I…I’m not.”
“Tell me what I need to hear, Rylee,” I told her. I didn’t care if a girl was standing on a street corner, and she was holding a sign with her prices on it, no female deserved anything that wasn’t given with consent.
“I don’t under-”
“Tell me yes,” I repeated. “Or tell me no. Just tell me something.”
It was barely there, but she nodded. “Yes, I-”
My lips were back on hers, but this time, my hand left her tit to see what I was working with underneath the flimsy skirt of hers. If she was looking to get fucked tonight, she was dressed for it, that was for sure.
Inching my hand up the inside of her thigh, Rylee let out a soft whimper and even opened her legs wider for me. Taking that action for a definite yes, I slid my hand all the way up and didn’t stop until my fingers met her moist panties.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered when my fingers slid inside the damp fabric and began sliding through her slickness. Because Rylee was so wet, two fingers slid in easily, though it was a snug fit once they were inside her.
“You like that?” I asked, my lips now skimming the soft skin below her ear. “You like having your pussy stretched out?”
“Stone…” she rasped out hoarsely, pleasure taking a quick hold of her thoughts.
And me?
All I could think about was how much I hated that my name sounded so good coming out of her mouth. I hated how good her pussy felt clamped around my fingers. I hated how my dick was so fucking hard for her, even knowing what I knew. I hated how I still wanted to taste her pussy and how I wanted to lick every inch of her skin.
However, I really hated how she looked so fucking beautiful when she wanted to get fucked.
“Say my name,” I demanded because I was sick in the head with it. Rylee was out to get fucked by anyone tonight, so the name falling from her lips could have been anyone’s. This display of pleasure wasn’t for me. It was for whoever had her in the moment. I knew this.
I fucking knew this.
However, I made my demands anyway. “Say my fucking name.”
“Stone,” she whimpered as my fingers went from gentle testing to finger fucking her like a slut.
I bit down on the soft flesh of her shoulder, then gave it a quick lick before moving back up to her ear. “Do you need to cum, Rylee?” I taunted. “Do you need my fingers to make you cum?”
I felt her head nod next to mine. “Please…” she begged, and every wanton plea just pissed me off further. “Please, Stone…”
Letting go of the hold I had on her hair, I wrapped my hand around her throat again, then pushed her against the wall with some questionable force. Looking down at the most captivating girl I’ve ever come across in my life, I slid a third finger into her tight cunt. Working my hand with enough vigor to bring on a bite of pain, I finger fucked Rylee like I was prepared to shove my entire hand up her pussy.
And I would have if that’s what she needed.
“Like that?” I asked, my own voice sounding foreign to my ears.
“Stone…oh, God…”
With my lips ghosting over hers, I made more demands of her. “Cum all over my fingers, Rylee.” I shoved a fourth finger inside and used all four fingers to rub that spot most guy never bothered to look for.
Rylee’s hands went from the waistband of my jeans to latch onto the forearm of the hand that was fucking her. “Stone,” she cried out, right before she started cumming all over my fucking hand.
Even though there wasn’t much room, I let my fingers dance around a bit inside her as she rode out her wave. Her body was clenching around my fingers in the aftermath of her release, and I could fucking smell how sweet she probably tasted.
When Rylee was done cumming, her entire body collapsed against the wall, and now, instead of my hand around her throat holding her prisoner, the wall was holding her up.
Rylee was sated, and she looked breathtaking with it.
Still, I wasn’t going to let what this girl did to me weaken me. I wasn’t going to let her blind me from the truth about the kind of person she really was.
I pulled my fingers from her trembling body, and as much as I wanted to lick them clean, I cleaned them on the fabric of her skirt. She was the one who wanted to get dirty, so there you go.
“Get on the bed,” I told her, and her blue eyes blinked back to the present.
“Get on the bed?”
“Get on the bed, Rylee,” I repeated. “And I want you on all fours.” Her eyes dilated a bit, and I smirked.
She really was hot for it.
As Rylee walked over to the bed, then climbed on top, I walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. No way was I going to stick my dick inside her raw. Plus, I’d be doing the other guys of the night a favor. No guy wanted to slide his dick inside a pussy coated with another guy’s cum.
With Rylee positioned how I wanted her, I got on my knees behind her, unbuttoned my jeans, slid them down to my thighs, and not bothering to undress her, I hooked a finger around the material of her panties, then yanked them aside enough that I had a straight view of her soaked pussy and winking little asshole. And not giving a fuck, I lined my latex-covered dick against her pussy and slammed home.
It was my turn now.