Chapter 53 #3
Stone grips my hair tightly, and the tip of his cock bumps my closed mouth.
I rub my lips over the tip. The head of his cock is impossibly soft, smooth, and silky.
I open my mouth, accommodating the tip of his cock.
The ring rests on my tongue. With my other hand, I trail my fingers up to the barbells on the underside, feeling the bumpy ridges that felt so good inside me.
Running my tongue along the ridges, I can feel the metal is right under the skin.
It feels different in my mouth. I’ve only ever sucked two men’s dick, and it was nothing like this.
He doesn’t seem in a rush to push my head down.
Stone is leisurely about it, taking his time, moving his cock languidly back and forth, deep in my mouth, allowing me to explore him the way I want.
“That’s it. Open your mouth wider.”
He growls, grunting in my mouth. His hands are gentle when he cradles my skull in his hands.
It’s not like before. I remember the power, the utter control he had of my head when he held me by the braid, but now his hold is soft, reverent.
It makes me want to please him. I suck in my cheeks and swirl my tongue under the tip.
The rods in the head of his cock graze the inside of my cheek.
“That’s right. You fucking take it. Open your mouth wider, Countess. Let me see your eyes water.” I gag around his cock at the back of my throat, and tears move down my face. I hold his balls, rubbing them, handling his metal loops lining the middle of his sac.
“Fuck’s sake, Countess. Keep doing that, fucking so good. Squeeze me harder.”
I stare up at him, his tattooed chest heaving. His chest heaving, labored breaths audible in the bathroom. His dark eyes are hooded, and his jaw is tight. A blunt finger touches the corner of my mouth and rubs through the saliva that I haven’t been able to stem.
“Such a pretty mouthful.”
Triumph and lust all clash together, warring with each other. I feel the need to gloat. Stone is out of control. I like that I can make him plead in that same awed voice I use when he’s touching me.
He pulls his cock out, rips the towel from me, and lifts me up in his arms. I blink at the brutal hold on me, the way he kisses my neck, scraping his teeth along my collarbone.
He looks at me, and the savage look in his eyes is breathtaking.
One minute ago, they were slumberous, relaxed, and now he’s tense again. Primal.
I don’t have time to think about where he is taking me.
The long hallway goes on for what feels like forever.
His strides are purposeful, and his cock is wedged between my ass, wet from my mouth, and his cum.
I wrap my arms around his neck, letting him suck on my throat.
The grip on my ass tightens and rocks my hips on his cock as he continues walking.
I find his mouth and hold his face, kissing him, addicted to his mouth.
I hold on tighter as soon as we enter a room.
It’s dark with only the moonlight shining in through the huge ceiling-to-floor windows.
The dark forest lies beyond, sinister, filled with bodies. I shiver
He lays me on his bed and I open my legs to accommodate his thickly muscled body.
Open-mouth kisses trail down my neck, over my breasts, and when he finds my nipple, I cry out when he sucks intensely, drawing the entire areola in his mouth.
I grip his head when the sharp edge of his teeth scrapes my nipple.
It reminds me. My body is depleted, beyond sore.
I’m not sure if I can take him again. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Stone. Please. I don’t think I can.”
“No, you look at me. Don’t look anywhere else but at me, do you understand?”
Hypnotized by his words, I try to focus on the idea of sex with him again.
I take stock of my body. Below my navel is sore as hell.
There’s a faint throb in each nipple from how hard he sucked, and I won’t mention the way the corners of my mouth feel overstretched and my lips inflamed from how strongly I sucked his dick not moments ago.
I’ve never sucked a man’s dick that deeply, that eagerly, that hoggishly, slurping and wanting him to cum hard, to control him, he controlled me since he tackled me in the forest. My body needs a rest, but my mind lights up, a resurgence of lust coiling inside me.
“Yes,” I whine, unable to do more than confirm. I do what Stone says and look him in the eyes.
“Good, girl. You are even more beautiful when you follow my directions.”
His eyelids lower, focusing on my lips. That cruel smile I’ve come to know curves his lips. He leans forward and clamps my lower lip between his teeth, biting me. I suck in a breath at the sharp pain. He releases me and stares at the minor wound before whispering against my lips.
“You will take me again. I warned you, Countess. This is what you signed up for the moment you dared to come here. I won’t stop. I haven’t had my fill of you.”
He begins to eat my pussy again, his warm tongue soothes the soreness from earlier. He sits up and pushes my legs wide, looking between my legs.
“You’re sore?”
I nod.
“Words, Countess. Everything you think and feel I want to know. When it hurts, when it feels good. I require it.”
“Yes. My ass is sore from your knife. My pussy from your fingers and your cock.”
“Ah, yes.” He smiles. It’s a smile of contentment, and yes, there is something maniacal about it.
He pets my pussy fondly. “This beautiful body took a beating tonight, didn’t it?
” His pointer finger slides through my wet slit.
I’m dripping wet, my body spellbound, reacting to his words.
“Four of my fingers, and my cock.” He picks up his hand, licking four of his fingers, sucking them all into his mouth before sliding them back down, up and down over my lips, before pausing.
The heat from my hand feels good. “Poor thing.” He casually slides down my body until his head is between my legs, nuzzling his face right in my pussy, his nose nudges my clit. “You smell like me, taste like me.”
The long, luxurious lick from the bottom of my pussy to the top has me arching my neck. Stone’s mouth is hot, and I fucking love it. I open my legs wider, holding his head in place.
“My cum tastes delicious on you, Countess.”
“Fuuuucckk, Stone!”
His tongue pushes inside me, and I jackknife up on my elbow and stare down at his head moving between my legs. “So you so good,” I croon, grinding, lifting my pussy up to meet that searching muscle. He doesn’t stop, and the pleasure continues.
I thought he would rush this time, but again, he’s slow, methodical, drawing it out. The urge to hurry, chase the pleasure, is there, but he won’t let me slow down. He fucks me slowly, not letting me look away. I claw at him. “Please hurry.”
“No.”
“Why?” I demand, near shouting.
“Because I do what I want, Camryn. I like making you wait to come. Denying your pleasure on my terms is the type of man I am, and it’s what you need.”
“Why do I need that?”
“Because the other men in your life didn’t savor you, they didn’t take care of you the way you needed.”
Holy shit. This man is going to make me pass out.
Who the hell is he, and where did he come from?
“How do you know?” I breathe, filled with shock at his words.
Stone doesn’t answer me, but for some reason, I feel like he knows something I never said.
That no man has ever really satisfied me. Reed sure as hell didn’t.
He lifts me up, holding my ass in his hands, and I grip the pillow on either side of my head, holding onto something because his tongue and lips are sucking me in, lashing my clit to the point of painful pleasure.
I can’t catch my breath, feeling like I’m free-falling into the bright white light behind my eyelids.
After she comes, he climbs up her body.
“How does your pussy feel?”
I can’t talk, and I suck in lungfuls of air, my entire body feeling the pleasure.
“Open your eyes. I told you I need words.” He bites my lower lip.
“Yes. Yes. I feel great.”
“Good.” The next instant, he slides inside me, and I moan, long and loud, tensing still at his size.
“Submit to me, Countess. Let me inside.”
I inhale and relax my body, letting him fucking me, and just like before, he’s slow, like he has all the time in the world.
Time after time, he fucks me. He’s right. The men in my past didn’t know me at all. Even I don’t recognize the woman who pleads for pleasure.