Chapter 2 #3
Stone walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, taking his time rolling it on. Then he walked to the bed, and I moved to the center, making room for him. He sat down, his back against the headboard, his dick standing straight up.
“Come here,” he said. “Ride it.”
I crawled over to him, straddling his lap. His hands went to my waist, and I could feel his dick pressing against my pussy. I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, then I started to lower myself down. The stretch was immediate and intense. I gasped, my eyes squeezing shut.
I took a breath and pushed down a little more. It burned, but in a good way. In a way that made me want more. I lifted up slightly, then pushed down again, taking more of him.
Stone’s jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on my face.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
I kept going, inch by inch, until I couldn’t take anymore. I looked down and realized I still had a few inches to go.
“I can’t,” I said, lifting up. “It’s too much.”
“You out here offering up pussy to save your brother, and you can’t even take dick?” Stone said, his voice mocking.
“Nigga, your dick is fuckin’ huge,” I shot back. “This ain’t no regular dick.”
He smirked. “I ain’t no regular nigga.”
Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips and he pulled me down hard, forcing me to take all of him at once.
I screamed, a mix of pleasure and pain, while he groaned deep in his chest.
“Wait—”
“Ride it,” he said again, cutting me off.
I started to move, slowly at first, lifting up and sliding back down. The sensation was overwhelming.
Stone’s hands moved to my ass, gripping hard, helping me move. His eyes were locked on mine, and there was something in them that made me uncomfortable. Something intense and almost... obsessive.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling instead.
“Open your eyes,” Stone commanded.
“I—”
“Open. Your. Eyes.”
I opened them, meeting his gaze. It was like staring into the eyes of a crazy person—dark and intense and completely focused on me.
“Don’t look away,” he said.
I didn’t. I kept my eyes on his as I rode him, as the pleasure built higher and higher.
Without warning, he stood up, his dick still inside me, and gripped my ass in his large hands. Then he started moving me up and down, using me like a toy, slamming me down with a force that made me moan loudly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he fucked me standing up. His strength was ridiculous. This nigga wasn’t even breathing hard, just grunting occasionally as he used me.
And the whole time, he stared into my eyes.
The way he was fucking me created the perfect friction against my clit, and I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. He didn’t slow down. Just kept going, kept fucking me through my orgasm and into another one.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my head falling back.
He walked us over to the wall, pressing my back against it, and started fucking me harder. Faster. Deeper.
I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. I could only feel.
“You like that?” he growled in my ear.
I didn’t want to, but I found myself screaming, “Yes! Fuck, yes!”
He tossed me back onto the bed and positioned me face down, ass up. He slid back inside, and I felt him even deeper in this position.
He started pounding into me, one hand on my hip, the other smacking my ass. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with my moans and his grunts.
He kept switching positions. On my back with my legs over his shoulders, on my side with one leg up, bent over the edge of the bed. Each position felt different, hit different spots, made me come in different ways.
I lost count of how many times I came. My body was on autopilot, just responding to his touch, his dick, his commands.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his strokes got faster, more erratic.
His body tensed, his grip on me tightened, and then he finally came with a deep groan.
He pulled out and rolled onto his back next to me.
His breathing was steady, not even winded, while I was gasping for air like I’d just run a marathon.
What the fuck? Was this nigga even human?
We laid there in silence for a few minutes, both staring at the ceiling. My mind was racing, trying to process what had just happened.
Stone had just ruined me for other men. I knew that without a doubt. Nobody would ever be able to fuck me like that again.
“Can I leave now?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.
Stone turned his head to look at me, and that evil smile was back on his face.
“No,” he said simply. “You ain’t going nowhere. I’m not done with you yet.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or excitement.
“What do you mean you’re not done?”
“I mean exactly what I said. You offered yourself to me for however long I wanted. And I ain’t done wanting you yet.”
I stared at him, trying to read his expression. But all I saw was that same intense, obsessive look from before.
“How long?” I asked.
“As long as I say.”
“Stone—”
“You made a deal. Now you gotta live with it.”
He turned away from me, closing his eyes like the conversation was over.
And I lay there, naked and exhausted and thoroughly fucked, wondering what the hell I’d just gotten myself into.