JOINED (The Joined Series) by Alexia Stone Page A

this. ”— He gave me a firm and stern look—“Are you on birth control?”
     
    “I take the pill. I’ve never missed a day.”
     
    “Good,” he said. “ Those patent leather heels make me want to bite into your calves gazed up at me. “And drag you to me until you ’ r e stretched wide, ass up, and I am buried deep inside you.” He licked his lips, reminding me when I begged for his cock.
     
    “Oh,” I murmured, already accustomed to his graphic words. Wearing heels no longer seemed like a chore to me.
     
    Behind me within the ti meframe of the turn of my head, he ran his hands down the sides of my body, on the undersides of my breasts . Even though my face was fixed without an expression, my body was responsive to him. And that conveyed everything that he needed to know. Pulling me against him, he buried his face in my hair.
     
    “Mateja.”
     
    “ I am here, Rebecca,” he said breathily.
     
    Deep and somewhat sharp tips of his f ingernails chafed along my back. He expos ed my neck and the base of my chin to the soft moisture of his lips.
     
    Mateja’s hands ran down the front of my body, eagerly divesting me of my blouse, while releasing the clasps of my bra at the same time. My breast stiffened to the contact of his fingers. He grazed his nails on each of my shoulders and sides of my back. Pleasure shot straight to my mound.
     
    He removed his shirt and I curved into him more . H e rubbed the hardness of his length against the cleft of my backside . “Never be ashamed of these,” he murmured, aggressively squeezing my breasts. “And this.” He cupped my ass in his hands. Bringing down my skirt to my feet, I stepped out of them and bent over.
     
    “One of the best views of you.”
     
    With a graceful movement, he lifted my feet off of the ground, cradling me with his corded neck and muscled shoulders, flexing. Setting me on his spiral staircase, I bent my knees on the lower steps, only my forest green panty clung one side of my body. I still had my patent leather heels still on.
     
    “Eyes straight ahead.”
     
    He widened my legs to the width of the staircase and he glided over me. At the same time, I fed my nipples into his mouth and he laved at me . He massaged the lips of my sex when he pinched my nipples with one hand, making my back arch, and pushing my nipple into his mouth. When the warmness of his body finally came into firm contact with mine, I sought him with the upward tilt of my head.
     
    “ Ahhh… and you’re getting wetter and wetter.” H e rubbed his swollen cock on my navel, s howing me want I had yet to experience in my core. He grazed his nails along the juncture of my thighs. Mateja’s skilled tongue cleaved through my folds, the pads of fingers rubbing and nipping at the sensitive my nub.
     
    “I need you, ” I cried out.
     
    When his pressure and pace between his tongue and fingers were too much, my vagina clenched and I climaxed.
     
    He murmured against my wetn ess . I grabbed onto the sides of a step . “Taste. Perfect.” And then he began stroking himself, his nosy movements echoed in my ears. The sounds of him stimulating himself and tonguing me, made me hungrier for him.
     
    “God…Mateja,” I moaned, tears trickled down my cheeks as he continued to pleasure the both of us at the same time. No longer able to resist, I rocked back into his tongue, which was quickly replaced by the invasion of his three long fingers inside me. The stairs rubbed into my back, irritating my skin. But I didn’t care. He briefly watched me and then he shut his eyes as his was building himself up to his own climax .
     
    Heaving in breathe s, he stroked faster. One of the most beautiful sights to feast on was Mateja self-stroking . S weat flowed from his temples down to his face.
     
    “ You’re too perfect for words ” I moaned, couldn’t even attempt to speak. “ Mateja gasp ed for air along with me.
     
    One more push against his persistent fingers and my