Hard as Stone(83)

Chapter Twenty-five



It had to be said that Jacob Stone had indulged in a lot of sex over the years. Some of it had been nothing but hot, sweaty, nasty fucking. A far smaller amount had been nameless, faceless exchanges of body fluids where the only priorities he’d had had been getting off and getting out. And still, he’d had a few rare encounters where he had been convinced that a lot could be said for slow, tender, lingering lovemaking.

He’d had a lot of sex. Some good, some bad. None of it memorable.

Not until her.

No pussy he’d ever had in his life had prepared him for Harmony McKinnon and what he felt lying under her at the mercy of her amazing body. The thin shield latex that separated him from her heat did nothing to diminish how incredible she felt wrapped around him.

His eyes were locked on her face as she slowly slid him inside her body, her soft walls embracing him in a grip that defied comprehension. He never wanted to forget how she looked at that moment, like she’d been delivered from hell straight into his arms, her eyes widened in awe as she sank deeper onto him. When she’d taken everything he had to offer, encased in her velvety softness from root to tip, he watched her draw in a shuddery breath, her damp lips forming a perfect ‘oh’ as his fingers bit into the fragile skin at her hips. Christ, he knew he’d probably leave faint bruises where his fingertips dug into her flesh, but he couldn’t let go.

She felt too good. Too right.

No, he couldn’t let her go.

Then, she moved. Her lithe body rose back to her knees until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. “Sweet fucking Christ,” Jacob groaned as the liquid heat slowly impaled itself around his dick again.

“You like it?” Harmony asked breathlessly, balancing her body on the hands she’d braced at his chest as her hips rocked against his, her body slowly absorbing his again. “Am I doing it right?” she whispered, watching his face go tight and tense.

“Baby, you do things any more right, and I’m gonna die right here and now,” he managed to choke as she glided up and down, taking him deeper with each downward plunge of her hips. “You’re perfect,” he growled, lifting his hand to hook around her neck, bringing her face to his. “Fucking perfect,” he breathed before he captured her mouth with his.

He swallowed her moan greedily when his hand slipped between them, his thumb finding her sweet spot as she ground her hips against him. Her pussy gripped his cock in a tight as fuck embrace that he never wanted to lose. “Ride me, Harmony,” he ground out between almost violent kisses. “Ride me as hard as you can take me with that tight pussy.”

Tongues and teeth clashed as she followed his command, her cries escalating when he swirled his thumb around her clit. “It’s so good, Jacob!” Harmony whimpered when she tore her lips from his and dragged some much needed air into her lungs.

Fuck good, Jacob thought, gripping her hips as he lifted his hips to lunge inside her. Good was too mild, way too fucking ordinary a word for what she gave to him. Clean and pure. Perfect and so right it made his teeth ache. It…this was everything. He could feel her cunt tightening around him, her body gearing up for another release. Her low pants and mews clued him into that almost instantly. “You gonna come for me again, Sweetness?” he asked, his voice jagged with desire. “Gonna give me that beauty again?”

“Jacob!” Harmony gasped, her hips jerking as she met his hard thrusts. “I need you deeper,” she begged, her nails digging into his chest and clawing him.

Curving one hand around the nape of her neck and the other behind the curve of her ass, he rolled them until Harmony was on her back, legs spread with Jacob inside her. “You want deep and hard, baby. I’ll give it to you,” he muttered against her neck as he powered deep, the tissues of her pussy rippling around his dick.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Harder, Jake,” Harmony whimpered as he drove into her, rocking the bed with the force of his thrusts. Each low grunt he made against her ear as he planted himself deep fed her hunger, made her want more. Of what, she wasn’t certain, she just knew she needed it. Desperately. Violently.

His woman wanted harder, he’d give her harder. Hooking her knees over the inside of his elbows, he pushed Harmony’s knees to her chest. Rearing back, Jacob took his weight on his knees as he continued to thrust inside her, watching as his latex-shrouded cock, glistening with her honey, disappeared into her slick heat only to reappear seconds later, wetter than before. It was hot. Sexy. And undeniably fucking his. “Love this pussy, Harmony,” he bit out, his voice raw and gravelly. “So hot and wet. So fucking tight that I swear it was made just for my dick,” he told her, tunneling inside her cunt with shallow tilts of his pelvis. Tipping her hips, he groaned as he sank impossibly deeper, the molten heat of her walls nearly burning him alive. “Who’s this pussy belong to?” he rasped, driving deeper.