Page 128 of Stanton Adore

“Yes, I just told you I’m not a giddy schoolgirl and you didn’t bat an eyelash, are you saying I’m an old boiler?”

He laughs again. “Old boiler,” he repeats as he raises an eyebrow. I nod as I smile, and he shakes his head. “I’m not saying that at all. What I am saying, though, is that you’re a beautiful slut who is too good for me,” he whispers as he runs his whiskers down the length of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle my smile.

“Way out of your league, Stanton.”

He smiles. “And do pray tell who is in your league, Miss Marx?” His hands run down the length of my body to my behind and he pulls me onto his rock-hard erection. His eyes drop to my lips as he cracks his neck. Why do I find that so damn arousing?

I shrug and act nonchalant. “I don’t know, Joe Manganiello or Henry Cavill, Thor, James Bond, you know the type, all dominant and hot like.”

He licks his lips and then smirks. “Are you gagging to be punished, Miss Marx, by teasing me with interest in other men?”

I open my mouth to feign shock. “Me?” I smile.

“Yes, you. If it’s domination you want then I’m only too happy to serve it up,” he growls and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Out of my league, let me initiate you into my league, Miss Marx.” He marches down the hall to our bedroom and he kicks open the door. “There’s a reason your name has an X in it,” he growls as he slaps me hard on the behind before he throws me onto the bed. I lie back as he rips my pants down and my shirt over my head so violently he nearly rips them. I am panting as anticipation seeps through my bones, my head lies back as he spreads my legs and looks down at my glistening sex, his mouth slightly open. He cracks his neck hard. Mmm. He looks up at me and without taking his eyes off mine he slowly undresses.

His body is hard everywhere and my eyes drop to his perfect manhood and my name burned into his side. This is desire…pure unadulterated lust. I feel the familiar rush of moisture as he opens my legs to his gaze and swipes his fingertips through me, his breath catching at the contact. How did I get here? So totally in love and lust with this magnificent beast. Just the thought of his domination over my body has me weeping for him and eager to please him. He bends and runs his whiskers up the inside of my thigh until he gets to my center and without taking his eyes from mine he runs his tongue through my creamy arousal. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and then he is in me, his tongue unleashed. Oh damn, he’s good at this, my eyes close and my head rolls to one side as I watch him, my hands running through his hair.

He reaches up and links my fingers with his as his tongue dives deep into my body, long deep licks. I’m close and I start to quiver, he releases my hand and pushes three fingers into me and I jump. He sits back and watches me as he fucks me hard with his fingers, my eyes closing and my body finding a rhythm of its own and bearing down on him hard. “Oh yes, that’s it, precious girl,” he whispers. “Squeeze me and warm yourself up for my cock.” He starts to move his hand quicker and I can’t help it. I start to jump, my body flying headfirst into a hard orgasm and I scream out loud. He leans in and then slides into me as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, his open mouth on my inside ankle. His hooded eyes watch me as my body tries to accommodate him. God, it’s too much. I’m too sensitive, too swollen.

“Josh,” I whisper.

He slams into me harder. “Squeeze me and suck out my come, it’s yours.” I close my eyes as I ride the deep punishing rhythm, each stroke harder and deeper than the last until I can take it no longer and I scream into his mouth as another powerful orgasm rips through me. He stills and then it’s one…two…three pumps and he growls into my mouth as he kisses me hard. We both pant, covered in sweat, as our hearts beat out of control.

“You’re going to kill me, woman.” He smiles and I gasp for breath.

“Not if you kill me first.”

It’s six o’clock and Joshua and I have had awesome makeup sex for approximately three hours and I’m ready to go to bed to sleep. I haven’t really slept since Sunday when Josh started acting weird. We are both wrapped in towels fresh from bed and yes, I feel even closer to him now that we have crossed another hurdle, how is that possible? Joshua is in the kitchen eating everything he can find, because if I know him at all he has hardly eaten since Sunday and it’s now Wednesday. I can hear ice banging in the shaker as he makes another chocolate protein shake. God, how does he stomach those things?

The keys sound in my door and I turn as Bridget comes in carrying the biggest McDonald’s paper bag in history.

“I bought supplies, chick.” She smiles. Oh shit, this is not going to go down well. I forgot to ring her back. She walks through and puts the bag onto my coffee table.

“Big Mac, extra-large fries and Coke and an apple pie for added cellulite.” She puts her hands on her hips and beams at me, feeling proud of herself. I stand still as Joshua comes around the corner, oblivious, in a towel. Her eyes turn into saucers as she sees him, and she turns and scowls at me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she snaps. I squirm uncomfortably under her glare. She turns to Joshua.

“Get out, sleazebag, before I tip this Coke over your head.”

He looks at me and I gently shake my head signifying for him to keep quiet and thankfully he does.

“Start talking, Natasha, because you can’t be this gullible. A picture tells a thousand words and the picture me and the rest of the world woke up to this morning was Joshua Stanton doing another stripper.”

I bite my lip. This does look bad. Joshua doesn’t like that last comment and folds his arms in front of him as he rests the bottom of his foot against the shin of his other leg while he looks at her deadpan.

She glares at him. “Speak, asshole!” she yells.

“Not that it’s any of your business what goes on between my girlfriend and me but⁠—”

She cuts him off.

“None of my business? Are you fucking kidding me?” OK, she’s losing it.

“Calm down, Bridget, it’s OK. He was trying to protect me.”

She looks at me like I have just grown another head. “Seriously, if you pull your psychology shit out now, I am going to frigging kill you. Your boyfriend slept with a cheap stripper last night and you saw the photos and here you are in a towel playing happy families with him. What in the hell is the matter with you?” I wince as I sum up the situation from her perspective. She’s right, this does look bad.

“I didn’t sleep with her,” Joshua snaps. She turns on him like the devil himself pointing her finger in his face.