Chapter 64 #3
“I know everything you do, down to when you buy shaving cream. The toast you eat. The laundry detergent you use. The phone calls you make. The places you visit. The moments you masturbate while calling my name. I know it all, Camryn, and I’ll continue to know because those moments are mine!
And from what I can tell, your cunt is probably wet, dripping, because you like it.
You like how I watch you. You like the wicked way it feels when you submit to my depravity.
You like the way it feels when I tell you what to do, when I take control of you. ”
He’s right. When the hand clutching my waist snakes across my hip bone and down my naked thigh, roughly pushing between my legs, I unconsciously open them wider.
He cups my pussy through the thin fabric of my shorts, and I moan at the heat of his palm.
One of his fingers moves slowly between the cleft of my pussy, and I can feel where I’ve soaked the fabric.
“This pussy is always wet for me. Just like my cock always leaks for you. You may have thought it was fear, but it was fascination. The times when you don’t know that I’m there in the dark, keeping track of you, I could smell your arousal, Countess.
I keep tabs on you because that’s who I am.
I’m a criminal, remember? A criminal that you crave fucking. ”
He’s right. I do crave him. I do like his possessive dark ways. I can’t draw the line anymore between what’s right or wrong when it comes to him.
I love him.
I know it, saying it in my mind and heart doesn’t make it less scary.
I want something more. The notion that this is just sex has been decimated, demolished.
He lifts me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him, pissed and aroused at his high-handedness, his audacity.
I kiss him, holding onto his jaw, wildly moving my lips over his, moaning when he returns the deep kiss.
“Your mouth drives me crazy.” He groans, gripping my ass, bouncing me on his jean-covered cock.
I tighten my legs, letting him edge me standing up.
I could come just like this. He doesn’t even need to penetrate me.
His aura is enough to get my off. “You’re a fucking asshole, but everything you do makes me want you more. ”
My neck arches as he tugs on a handful of my hair. He nips at my neck, and I grip his skull, cursing at the bite. “An asshole, huh? You insulting me?”
“Yes,” I chant, rubbing my pussy on the ridge of his dick.
He leads me to the bedroom, easily carrying me.
I release his head, pulling my shirt over my head, dropping it to the ground, baring my breasts to his hungry gaze.
He pauses mid-step and palms one, pushing it up to his descending head.
The heat from his mouth sears through me.
His tongue swirls before he sucks on the tip strongly, tugging it, letting it pop out of his mouth before going back for a second, third taste. I grip his head, holding him close.
We reach my bedroom moments later, and he drops me face-first on the big bed while stripping my sleep shorts down my legs and tossing them aside, until I’m left in my thong.
I spot the same place where he just removed a device, and it reminds me of what he said earlier.
He listened to me masturbate earlier. I had just gotten out of the shower, wet and waiting for him.
“I’m changing my locks,” I murmur, turning my head to look behind me.
He laughs, pulling hard on the string of my thong.
It stretches the elastic so much so that I hear the stitches rip.
The gusset covering my pussy also digs inside me.
A stinging slap hits my ass. “No lock will keep me out. I’ll rip the doors off the hinges.
You don’t keep me out, Camryn. I will have access to your space, to your mouth, to your pussy, and to your ass anytime I want.
You chose this. Remember that.” He slaps my ass again, and the sting makes me jump.
His rough, ringed hand smooths the heated skin before he kisses the pink handprint.
Mesmerized, I watch him unbuckle his pants. He pulls out his dick, and I lick my suddenly dry lips at the sight of the velvety, pink, pierced tip, the slit filled with a cloudy drop of liquid.
“Turn around.”
I move on the bed, flipping my body over until I’m leaning on my elbows, anticipating what he’s going to do.
He drops one knee onto the bed and touches my thigh, moving down to my shin, lifting my leg, and wrapping it around his waist. He falls onto my body, and I fold my other leg around his waist, squeezing him.
The thick head of his cock hits my clit.
I reach between us and clasp him, rubbing his piercings so they abrade my clit. “Fuck, Stone.”
“Put me inside, Countess.”
I don’t wait, moving the band of my thong to the side, guiding his dick inside me, groaning at the sensation.
He grips my hips, pushing his cock deeper.
He watches me, moving slowly, thrusting inside me before pulling back out, over and over he pushes inside me, never taking his eyes away from mine.
One hand stays anchored on my hip, and the other reaches beneath me to grip the back of my skull, digging into the scalp.
I tighten my legs around his waist, holding on, lifting my hips in time with each sharp piston of his hips.
His weight is deliciously heavy. A bite to my neck makes me whimper.
“That hurts, Stone.”
“Then it’s perfect. The pain makes you come harder.”
I turn my face into his, biting him back, and he laughs, holding my head harder.
His lips find mine, and he opens his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth again and again.
His tongue matches his cock, retreating and advancing.
I wrap my arms around his neck. His pelvic bone hits my clit, and the pleasure is unbelievable.
The thickness of him moves inside me deeply.
One hand finds my breast, lifting it to his mouth, licking the tip with his tongue.
I look down as he laves my areola and captures my nipple with his teeth, skimming the sensitive skin with the sharp edge of his teeth.
I grip his head, holding him to my breast. “Fuck, that feels good.” He swirls his tongue and sucks forcefully. Each tug darts right to my pussy.
The sound of his phone blares through the haze of desire. He reaches behind him and pulls it out of his pocket. He leans on one elbow, his hips never slowing the sensuous pace. He presses a button and answers the call.
“Stone.”
His voice is gruff with arousal. I can’t tell who is on the other end, but the voice is a deep baritone.
I’m holding myself still, thigh muscles trembling on his hips.
I twist the fistful of his shirt tighter, holding on as his pelvis keeps pumping, grinding on my clit.
Delicious agony spreads. I’m so close to coming, right on the brink.
I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to hold in my moans, and muffle the fact that I’m two seconds away from orgasming on his cock while he talks on the phone.
Stone raises an eyebrow and shakes his head.
He grabs my wrists and removes my hand from my mouth and brings it to his mouth, biting my palm, sinking his top and bottom teeth into my skin.
Helpless to stop the onslaught, I sob, arching my back, digging my head into the mattress, crying his name, no longer caring who hears that I’m being fucked so deeply.
I screw my eyes shut, lift my hips higher, harder, desperate for what only he can make me feel.
The tightness in my abdomen, my pussy, and my chest finally releases, and I let go, pleasure exploding inside me.
Out of breath, languid from my orgasm, I blink when he moves my hand down between us, and I feel our wetness, the slipperiness of his hard cock moving back and forth inside me.
I shudder when I graze my supersensitive clit.
I shake my head, mouthing the word ‘no.’ I can’t come again. I might pass out.
“I’ll check the feed.”
He ends the call and tosses the phone to the other side of the bed. He leans down and talks directly into my ear. “Slutty girl. You got so turned on that they could hear you, didn’t you?”
Boneless, I slowly shake my head. “I didn’t.”
“Liar.” He bites my lobe, directing my hands around his shaft. “You feel that?” He manipulates my hand, moving my fingers inside my opening. “That’s your pussy soaking my cock, Countess. You love it.”
He raises my leg over his hip and fucks me harder, cupping my breast while his tongue flicks my nipple back and forth, before pulling it into his mouth, sucking deeply.
It sends a dart of sensation right to my core.
I’m going to come again. It’s always like this, a constant loop of arousal and pleasure.
Moments later, he sits back on his haunches, elevating my hips, draping my thighs over his.
He moves me easily up and down on his cock while he grits his teeth, looking down at the spot where we are connected.
“Fucking perfect.”
The new position is exhilarating. I can feel the pressure building again.
“Open your pussy. I want to see.”
I do as he says and position my fingers on the outer lips of my pussy, pulling them back, presenting myself to him, enticing him to orgasm.
“Like this?” I whisper, knowing that he loves seeing it.
His face looks demonic, almost. Those dark eyes.
Those slashing eyebrows. His tight jaw covered in that black and gray stubble. That sinister scar bisecting his eye.
He nods, touching my inner lips with his thumb. “You’re so pretty. I love the way you take me, Countess. The way this cunt swallows my dick. The way your tissues are impossibly stretched trying to accommodate my cock.”