Discovering Stella (32 page)

Pulling
away
from
her
mouth,
I
moved
toward
her
ear,
all
the
while
dropping
my
hands
to
her
arse
and
squeezing
it
tightly.
Stella
moaned
loud
enough
for
me
to
hear
over
the
music,
then
nibbled
my
lobe gently
before
breathily whispering
into
my
ear,
“I want
you
to
take
me
home
and
then
I
want
you
to
take
me.
I’m
ready
to
make
you
my
prince.”

And just like that, everything internally exploded, like fire-works buzzing and fizzling
ferociously.
I
didn’t
hesitate and walked
her
over
to where
Todd
and Meg were dancing, giving them a little hip and
shoulder.
“Hey,
we’re
heading back
home.
You
guys should take your time.
Enjoy
the night.
No
rush.”

Stella giggled against
my
neck and I could only imagine the cheesy-arsed grin that was plastered across
my
face. The
one
that said ‘cock meets pussy in T minus five
minutes’.
Okay, ten, if I do the speed limit.

Before
Todd
could pull any of his big brother bullshit, I turned
my
back
on
him and fled like fuck with Stella toward the
door.

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When we pulled up to the house, Stella wrenched the door of
my
truck open and ran across the
front
lawn, shoes dangling from
her
hand.

“You
can run,
but
you
can’t
hide,
Princess,”
I called
out
after
her.
As
bloody excited
as
I was to get
my
fill, I wanted to gauge just
how
intoxicated she was. There was no way I’d fuck
her
if I thought
it
was a result of alcohol-courage
or
confusion.

Jogging up the path to where she was standing
on
the
front
porch, resting against the
wall
by the
door,
I slowed and
prowled
the steps like a beast about to devour its
prey.
“How
much have
you
had to drink?”

“Not
much,”
she said, biting
her
lip.

I reached forward and tilted
her
chin, swapping
my
gaze
from
her
nibbled lip to
her
eyes.
“How
much?”

“A
little
bit, but
I’m
not
drunk.
I
promise.”
Her voice held no slur
or
uncertainty
.
“I
want you. Every
bit
of yo—”

I
didn’t
let
her
finish, slamming
my
mouth to hers and pressing
her
up against the wall, moaning and grunts soon exchanged in among our frenzied kisses.

Stella clawed hungrily at
my
body,
pushing off from the
wall
and coaxing me toward the
door.
“Open
it,”
she murmured,
her
hands finding the buckle of
my
belt.

Twisting
around as far as I could
without
affecting the reach
of her
hands — because I wanted those jeans off as
much
as
she
did — I unlocked the
door
and stepped backward
over
the thresh
old,
leading
her
with
me.
She
opened
my
belt
and
unbuttoned
my
jeans then
slowed her
steps while
she
reached behind
her
neck, appearing to unzip
her
dress. Stella
didn’t
stop
walking though, and
neither
did I, both
of
us holding our gazes as we undressed ourselves en
route
to
my
bedroom —
it
being the closest.

Threading
one
arm
at a
time
out of her
dress,
she let
the
material
fall
to
the
floor before stepping out of it
and leaving
it
behind.
I
smiled
like
a
greedy
fuck
as
I took
in
her black
lace
underwear,
then
internally
growled
and
grabbed
the
neck of my
t-shirt,
lifting
it over my head before
tossing
it aside.
Stella
unlatched
her bra
and
threw
it at
the
wall,
smiling,
I
assumed, because
she
knew
we were
leaving
an
evidence
trail
for Meg
and
Todd.
That notion
and
the
sight of her
tits
approaching
me
had
my
greedy-as-fuck smile
growing
even bigger.
Pure
fucking
bliss.

Kicking off
my
shoes and
hopping
backward while I fought with
my
socks, I stopped when I got to the door of
my
room.

Opening it, I gestured
for
her
to
enter.
“After you, your highness.”

Stella stopped directly in
front
of me,
her
nipples lightly caressing
my
chest. “Why
thank
you, kind
sir,”
she whispered and turned to
enter my room,
threading
her
fingers in the waistband of
her
G-string
as
she walked toward the bed.

I watched with sheer fucking delight
as
she
bent
over
and dragged
her
underwear down
her
body,
kicking
it
aside before slowly turning around.
Fuck me stupid!

“You
coming?” she asked
as
she sat
on
the bed and scooted back to rest
on
her
elbows, dropping
one
leg to the
side
and gifting me the sight of
her
beautifully fucking wet
pussy.
 
God,
it
looked delicious — every last
bit
of
it
— pink, glistening and begging to be eaten.

Closing the door behind me, I finished the removal of
my
clothes, wrenching down
my
jeans and jocks and allowing
my
cock to spring free.
“I’m
coming, Princess,
but you
first.”

I walked to stand by the foot of the bed and looked down at
her,
the sight before me momentarily stopping me in
my
tracks.
She
was a goddess with flawless skin, tight
pussy,
perfect tits, and a smile that set
my
head spinning.

Licking
my
lips, I
lowered
to
my
knees and grabbed
her
hips, dragging
her
body toward me. Stella giggled,
but
then changed
her
tone
to a soft hum when
my
tongue found
her
clit and sucked
it into my
mouth.

“Oh
yes!” she moaned,
her
hands locating
my
head,
her
fingernails digging
into my
scalp.

I reached down, lifted
her
leg and placed
it over my
shoulder,
repeating the action with the other
one,
opening
her
up further so that
my
fingers could get in
on
the action.

Teasing
her
opening with the tip of
my
thumb, I swirled
it
around
her
soft skin, spreading
her
arousal.
She
bucked
her
hips at
my touch,
which made me chuckle, so I did
it
again, then
couldn’t
help
myself and placed
my
thumb
into my
mouth and sucked
it
clean.
Fuck, she tastes good.

Opening the lips of
her
pussy with both thumbs, I leaned
for
ward and delved
my
tongue deep inside
her.
Stella’s
back arched,
but
I held
her
firmly with
one
hand and thumbed
her
clit with the
other,
all
the while swirling, lapping and licking until she was panting and ready to come. This was the part I
loved
the most — the feel of
her
thighs squeezing
my
head when
her
entire body tensed and climaxed.

“Oh my
god!” she cried
out,
as
her
body jerked beneath me.

I basked in the feel of
her
fighting
my
attempt to keep
her
firmly pressed against
my
mouth — why
her
body had to pull away from the very thing giving
her
pleasure confused me. Regardless, I
enjoyed
the stubborn struggle and therefore added insult to injury by giving
her
one
final lick — like a fucking hungry lion — before crawling
onto
the bed.

Helping
her
up
so
that
she
could
scoot
back until
she
was
comfortable,
my
head
jerked
when
Stella
reached
up
and
grabbed
me
des
perately,
pulling
me
down
to
rest
upon
her
chest.
Her
kiss
was
wildly
aggressive,
and
her
legs
were
equally
forceful
when
she
wrapped
them
around
my
hips,
locking
her
ankles
together
above
my
arse.

“I
need
you,”
she pleaded breathlessly.

I fucking needed
her,
too,
more
than
anything,
but
I
didn’t
want to fuck this
up.
I
didn’t
want
her
regretting what we were about to
do.
I
didn’t
want
her
to run where I
couldn’t
find
her.

Pulling back so that we could
calm
the fuck down, I searched
her
stunning face and carefully
moved some
hair away from
her
eyes.
“You
sure?” I asked, letting
her
know that if she had any doubts, she could
stop.
“We
don’t
need to rush this. However
long
you
need, we’ll take
it.”
Despite
my
offering
her
that
option,
I had a feeling
my
balls would
not
be
happy.
I
couldn’t
really blame them.