Chapter 57 #3
I observe her tattoo, the one I gave her the first time I ate her cunt.
The crown and the words call to me. My bite mark from yesterday is starting to fade.
I can’t have that. I run my teeth over her tattoo, softly biting the design again.
I want her to go home with the imprint of me on her skin.
I know it’s temporary. They will heal and fade long after we are done, but for now her body will belong to me.
And fuck if my teeth marks don’t look beautiful circling the permanent mark I put on her skin.
Sucking in another lungful of smoke I blow, covering her pussy and ass, before licking them, sucking, tasting the fragrant tobacco mixed with that damn honeysuckle scent.
The flavor of her and the leaves I grow myself are ambrosia.
I pull her lips back and add more smoke, pushing it inside her with my tongue and fingers. I want it on my cock next.
I unbuckle my pants with one hand and blow more smoke around her body before putting the cigarette down. The kitchen is cloudy, hazy smoke covers us. Without waiting, I steadily push into her, past the resistance that I crave. The fight her pussy gives me to take my cock is irresistible.
“It hurts, Stone. Please I need—”
“What do you need, Countess?” Her face is twisted, brows furrowed.
“Touch yourself.” Consumed with her I watch as she reaches us, her fingers tunneling between her lips.
Her fingers touch my shaft before she moves them back up and uses four fingers to circle her clit, applying the pressure she likes.
Wanting her even more out of her mind, I reach below and touch her ass.
She curses, arching her back. “Stone!”
My middle finger pushes into her ass and she starts to tremble, her open thighs shaking on my waist.
I pull my fingers out of her ass and suck them, adding spit. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
Her eyes open. She heaves in a breath. “Keep your eyes on me.”
“I will. I will. Put them back.” She turns her head to the side and I tilt her chin back.
I slide my tongue up her neck and trail my lips along her ear. “Put them where?” I hold still, ruthlessly denying the urge to fuck her quickly and come deep inside her.
“My ass.”
“You want my fingers back in your ass?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
“Then look at me.”
She looks at me, her pupils dilated, blown in want, in need.
I dip my fingers in her pussy that’s still stretched around my cock, gathering the lubrication she needs and slowly slide it back inside her. “This virgin ass still needs training, Countess. I want my cock in there soon.”
Even as I say it, I feel the hesitation, the hiccup in my chest because it is a future that I can’t bank on. Every stroke of my cock inside her is dismantling another brick in solidification of my friendship with her brother.
I fuck both her holes. One with my cock and the other with my fingers.
Her moans get louder, and the hand she uses to play with her clit, moves faster.
Keeping my middle finger firmly in her ass, I use my other hand to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples.
Her eyes are trained on me and I move my hand up to her neck, testing, teasing.
She bites her lips and grabs my wrist. At first I think it’s to deny, but she nods. It’s permission, and a plea.
I press into the sides slightly letting her feel my control, letting her enjoy being dominated.
Her pussy grips me harder, hips lifting, meeting the thrust of my cock and my finger.
I look down at her and tell her the truth.
The only truth I can give her right now about how I feel.
“Your pussy is like that first hit of nicotine, Countess. The burn in my lungs. Addicting.”
She comes screaming, her finger nails tearing into the wood on either side of her hips. Gouging the pine, leaving marks behind, marks I want on my body.
“Let me feel those fingers when you come.” I growl in her ear. She scratches down my neck, my chest, cursing me. Each break of the skin, each curse adds to the marks she’s making on my heart. “Come, Countess. Come.”
She lifts her hips high off the table, milking me, and I watch the rapture on her face, the way her eyes roll back and she whimpers, an animal caught in my web.
I love everything about her surrender. Release her neck, and I lift her slim hips even higher, and rut into her like the predator I am.
Harder and harder my hips move, her breasts shake and I love that her body is mine to control.
She looks at me, her mouth open, panting moans echoing around my cabin.
“You’re beautiful like this.” I hold her still as I let the pleasure seize me. Roaring pleasure floods me. This time I want to see my cum. Pulling out, I explode on her stomach, rubbing the head of my cock in our mess.
The sight of it on her stomach, her inner thighs, dripping from her pussy onto the table, makes me feral, desperate.
I lean forward, lick it off her stomach, and hold it against my tongue.
Mouth filled with my cum, I hold her face, squeezing her jaw until she opens her lips.
I press my mouth to hers, open my lips and spit, letting it flow on her tongue. Releasing her chin, I caress her cheek.
“Swallow.”
She watches me, swallowing, her throat muscles rolling.
“Good girl.” She moans, licking her lips, and I let her pull my neck down.
I let her hold my face so she could fuse our lips.
The kiss is sloppy and I taste myself on her tongue.
Raising my head, I look down at her wet lips.
“The taste of my smoke on your body. My cum. Your sweat. Fucking delicious.”
“I want to taste my pussy on your dick.”
“Fuck’s sake, Countess. More?”
“I can get enough of you.”
She pushes me back and kneels at my feet.
Her elegant fingers pick up my softening cock, sucking on the wet skin, slurping the sensitive head.
The greedy sounds she makes are magic and my cock fills with blood.
I cradle her head and let her do whatever she wants.
I have no control right now. I have no directions to give. She’s in charge. She’s perfect.
I close my eyes wanting, wishing I could have this every fucking day, that I could keep her here at my feet looking up at me with swollen lips, my cum collecting in the stretched corners, my cock down her throat.