CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Stone
I don’t know how this has gotten as far as it has. Because Evie is so beautiful, so tempting, and yet so real that I’ve fallen head over heels for her. Can you believe it? Stone Phillips, scion of the Phillips family, has fallen in love with one of his students.
It wasn’t supposed to happen. I was supposed to be getting away from women, not losing my heart to a curvy nymphette. But that’s what’s happened. It kinda crept up on me, I guess. At first, it was just our dalliances in the classroom but it got to a point where I was so desperate to see her again, so excited to spend quality time with the brunette that I went all out for our dinner date. I cooked, actually cooked, which I hadn’t done in ages, pulling out my best roast chicken with carrots, a gourmet recipe that’d been handed down from my beloved Nana years ago.
Because I’m from a rich family and it’d been Nana’s desire to see me married before she died. There were so many girls all the time, throwing themselves at the handsome and rich Stone Phillips, the only son of an only son, set to inherit billions. But I didn’t want it. I didn’t like the girls from my social set, they were so conniving, so greedy, and so fucking skinny all the time. I hated when they brushed up against me, the bony clavicles, the chests that caved inwards instead of out, the hips that jutted painfully. I was always afraid that one or the other would disintegrate into ash, they were so fucking dry and brittle.
Because I love getting physical when I’m in bed and I need a woman with real curves. I need heft, I need swing, I need flesh to dig my fingers into, and Evie was the answer. I’d spanked her, no whipped her with my belt, and it’d been so good that my cock practically jizzed in my jeans. Her ass had immediately gone from creamy white to an angry red, the stripe of scarlet violent against those sweet cheeks, so beautiful I almost came.
And when I’d spanked that pussy, it’d been more of the same. My palm had connected with a real twat, juicy and so sweet that I’d practically shoved my fingers in right then, felt her moistness clamp around me.
But Evie did me one better … because she came right then, with no dick play. The little girl was so sensitive, so amazing, that she actually orgasmed without a cock inside, the headiness of our acts throwing her into the X zone, making her thrash and give it up so sweetly that I actually did come then, my dick releasing within my jeans.
Fuck, it was so fucking good. Evie’s so right for me, physically and emotionally, curvy, sweet, and sassy, with enough verve to keep me on my toes.
And right now, she was only proving her worth.
“Mr. Phillips,” she cooed, “Don’t you want to put it in?”
And I watched avidly as the brunette pulled her knees up, straightening her legs until they stood out like a perfect V, her pussy dripping with desire, holes winking at me.
I couldn’t resist. My cock was out in a flash and there was no mercy for the virgin this time. I shoved it in, that huge ten incher buried deep in two seconds flat, making her twist and scream, that sweet pussy wrapped around me so tight, so right.
“Fuuuuck!” I ground out, banging my hips against her, my balls slamming against that fleshy ass. “Fuuuuck!”
And she threw her head back, eyes half-closed, and screamed again.
“Ohhhhh!” she hissed, breasts flushed, those perfect tits pressed in my face. And I began going at it, my hips like pistons, dick ramming into her again and again, forcing her to take it, forcing the girl to surrender, take every inch of me, deep-dicking her with no mercy.
“Ahhhh!” she cried again, boobs heaving, those rosy red tips pointed to the air. I sucked one into my mouth, tonguing it as my rod pounded away, and the brunette squealed again, her nipple like a rock in my mouth.
But I wasn’t done yet. As I fucked her, boob in mouth, dick in twat, I had one more trick up my sleeve. Reaching underneath, I shoved a finger into her asshole, a deep, musky scent immediately enveloping us, her fragrant femininity so arousing, so heavy.
“AHHHHHHH!” Evie twisted involuntarily, writhing with ecstasy. And the girl was so sensitive that this added connection drove her over the edge. Her anus contracted around my finger as her twat clamped onto my dick, the girl coming like a volcano, molten lava spilling from her hole to bathe my cock in sweet pussy cream. “AHHHH!” she screamed again, blowing out my eardrums with her ecstasy.
And I couldn’t hold on any longer either. The feel of her anus clenching, her pussy milking me like mad forced me to give it up, and I shot ream after ream of hot sperm into her, spraying her with my virile white, my semen the stuff of life. I growled roughly, almost biting her nipple as I jerked again and again, my body out of control, lost in the sweetness that was Evie.
And after it was over, I was careful, taking my time. Slowly, I pulled my dick out, soaking up the sight of hot meat exiting her pussy lips, my pole glistening with our combined cream, drenched in a mix of cunt juice and sperm. But I kept my finger in because I had a surprise. Reaching under the pillow, I pulled out a raw carrot.
Evie looked at it languorously.
“What’s that for?” she asked, breasts still heaving, flanks shiny with a sheen of sweat.
I didn’t bother to reply.
“Turn around baby girl, but careful, keep my finger in your ass.”
And I don’t know how it happened, but the girl spun slowly, moving her legs one after the other, her torso twisting sinuously until she was poised on her hands and knees, my finger still jammed in her anus.
“See baby?” I ground out. “You didn’t fight me on that one and I’m gonna reward you as a result,” I ground out. “You’ll learn, baby girl, don’t fight because surrender is sweet.”
The brunette shifted slightly to shoot me a sultry glance over her shoulder.
“Is that right?” she murmured. “And what is this ‘reward,’ Mr. Phillips?”
I just growled, slowly pulling out my finger. Fuck, it smelled so good, tasted so good as I licked it, sucked the digit, Evie’s eyes going wide as watched me.
“Fuck yeah,” I ground out. “Baby girl, every part of you tastes good. But I’m gonna serve up a side helping of carrots now.” And with that I took the raw vegetable in hand. I’d scrubbed this one especially well, practically scouring the skin off so that it was bright orange, fresh and stiff. And slowly, oh so slowly, I began pushing the carrot into her anus.
“Ohhhh!” the brunette squealed, reflexively pulling away at first, her pucker clenching in protest.
But I held her down firmly, refusing to let her budge.
“It’s cold, I know baby, I had it in the fridge before you came over. Consider it part of the experience,” I ground out, eyes blazing, watching as I worked the carrot in, the orange disappearing slowly between her ass cheeks. “Think of what’s going on. Your anal hole is getting fucked … by a vegetable.”
And the brunette moaned again, eyes closed, lashes half moons on her cheeks as her face scrunched in concentration, every iota of her being focused on her sweet pucker.
“Ohhhhh fuck,” she moaned gutturally. “Oh god, I’m so fucked.”
And I chuckled then. I wasn’t up for Cook of the Year … but maybe I could win for Most Inventive in the Kitchen.