Chapter 79 #2
“I missed you too, Countess. Every minute of the day.” Hearing him say it feels like heaven.
That he was as tortured over our separation warms me.
“I can taste how much this cunt missed me.” He purses his mouth and spits, a long line of saliva landing right on my distended clit.
The sight of it is deliciously obscene, and I start to shake, the tightness growing inside me.
He leans forward and licks it up, growling low in his throat.
I feel the vibration go right through me, another orgasm starting.
The moment he flattens his tongue on my clit, adding unbearable force, I come again, screaming his name in the cavernous barn.
I drop back on the table, panting, sucking in lungfuls of air.
My entire body feels alive, tingly. Stone pulls me up and lifts me off the table, setting me on my feet.
I sway. Disoriented, I let him steady me.
The lower half of his face is wet. His longer beard is shiny.
I touch it, cupping the damp bristles. His tongue darts out, capturing my fingers and sucking them inside.
“You said you missed me? Show me.” My hands go to his pants, and he stops me, holding me by the wrist. “Make it wet. Lick.”
I stare at him, and he raises an eyebrow, challenging me.
I bend my head and lick my palm, dragging my tongue from the top to the bottom.
“I’m going to need more than that, baby. As wet as you can. Spit.”
I spit in my palm.
He touches my cheek. “Good, girl. Continue.”
I unzip his pants and force my wet hand inside, finding his dick, gripping it hard. He grunts and grips my neck, bringing me up to my toes, as I fist his cock, rubbing up and down. We kiss, desperately, sloppily, and eagerly.
He speaks into my mouth. “You are everything to me, Countess. Remember that. Every fucking day know what you do to me.”
“What do I do to you?” I whisper, kissing his rough jaw.
“You bring me to my knees.”
My body gets even hotter when I hear him say it. “Good. You do the same thing to me. I want to taste it when you come.”
“You want my cum down your throat?”
“Yes.”
“Then get on your knees and open your mouth.”
I drop to the ground and tear at his zipper, wanting to taste him.
Once he’s released and in my palm, I don’t hesitate and open my mouth wide over the crest, swirling my tongue around his piercings, playing with each ornament.
The sensation of the hard metal and the warm, velvety texture of dick makes me open my legs wider.
I push my hand between my legs, touching my clit, moaning around his shaft.
Lowering my head, I take as much of him in my mouth as possible, my eyes watering with my efforts.
It’s filthy and dirty, and I love it. My lips burn, the corners sting from his piercings and size.
Saliva slides down my chin, dripping onto my chest. My fist at the base of his dick is covered in spit.
“That’s it, Countess. Show how messy you can be. How dirty.”
Stone’s hand holds my face, and I look up at him, loving the hunger on his face. The blackness of his eyes. The utter focus on me.
He rocks into my mouth and I suck harder, fingering my clit faster, wanting to give him the same out-of-body experience he just gave me.
Each shove into my mouth adds to the frenzy I feel.
I swirl my tongue, flicking the underside of his shaft, below his tip, over his head, the way I know he likes, pulling gently on the bars intersecting the flared crown.
“You are so beautiful with your mouth full.”
Swirling my tongue around the rods through the underside, I suck harder. Stone’s groans and grunts get louder, his pelvis moves faster, getting more jerky. I hold his hips to brace myself, wanting to take everything he’s giving me.
He cups my face when he comes, bellowing my name, shooting cum to the back of my throat. My mouth overflows, so much so, that I have to swallow quickly so it doesn’t escape.
The force of his thrusts slows, and his dick softens in my mouth.
“Look at me.” I glance up at him, and he removes his dick from between my lips. “Put out your tongue.” I stick out my tongue and he corrects me. “All the way, Countess. Make it as flat as you can.”
I do as he says and stick out my tongue, flattening it.
He taps his dick on the surface of my tongue, spreading his release.
He helps me up. “Let me taste my cum in your mouth, Countess.” His mouth finds mine, and I open wide, swirling my tongue over his.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts to his chest, cuddling his now hardening cock with my pelvis.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs, pulling away from my mouth. I lick my lips, still tasting him, and the prod of his dick makes me blink.
“More?”
“Always more. Always with you.”
He pushes me on my shoulder until I’m on all fours with his big body hunched over my back.
I curl my fingers into the pine shavings covering the floor.
The fresh smell wafts up. Immediately, his fingers push inside me, almost his whole hand in, and I arch my back, relaxing onto my forearms, breathing through the stretch, the pain, and the pleasure. “Fuck.”
“So wet and tight baby. Let me just stretch you a bit. I can’t wait to put my dick inside you, feel you choking me, milking me.”
“Yes. I want that too, Stone. So much. I’ve missed your cum inside me.” Even saying the words aloud, I feel another gush of liquid coat his fingers. He twists the four fingers, curling over and over, and I squeeze my eyes shut because I’m going to come again, and I don’t know how it’s possible.
He pulls out and slides his wet fingers up to my ass crack, opening me up and touching my asshole, swirling my wetness over my hole. “Did your ass miss me too?”
The prodding of his thumb against the sensitive muscle makes me rock my hips from side to side, wanting him inside. “Yes, I want you there too. Please.”
“Have you been using the plugs?”
“Yes. The biggest one.”
“Good girl. Then you’ll be able to take me.”
I cry out when his thumb slowly breaches me, sliding inside. I’m used to it by now, but my muscles still protest at the invasion. I’ve learned to lean into it. I rock backward on his fingers, and his fingers slip inside, deeper.
“Fuck, baby. You want my cock badly don’t you?”
“Please. Do it.”
He removes his thumb, and the sound of his belt buckle rattling echoes in the barn, and I brace, wanting it, needing him to claim me like this.
I’ve been preparing for it. The head of his dick penetrates slowly, and I moan, reaching behind me, grabbing at his thigh as he presses forward until I feel every inch of his thick cock.
His palms my neck, and that deep baritone grunts into my ear. “Where’s my cock, Countess?”
“In my ass,” I reply, mewling. “It stings.”
“Breathe, Countess. Breathe for me.”
“Okay.” I concentrate on his voice. He’s not moving, letting me accept him. His inhales and exhales push against my back. I open my thighs wider, the prickly pine shavings digging into my knees on the dirty floor.
“You want all of me?” I moan, chanting his name, as he thrusts inside me slowly. The drag of his cock, his piercings, feels otherworldly. “You’re going to get all of me, Camryn. All of me. Forever.”
“Forever,” I readily agree as he starts to speed up his hips. His hand leaves my throat and slides between my legs, rubbing on my clit as he fucks my ass. “Stone.”
His thumb stops playing with my clit, and his hips stay still. He holds me harder, his fingers digging into my hip bones. “No. My name is Stefan. You call me by my name.”
His words are like lava on my body, making me hot, burning me down. “Yes, Stefan.”
He resumes thrusting, and two of his fingers slide inside me, touching the spongy soft tissue on the roof of my pussy, while his thumb remains unwavering on my clit. “This is what you wanted, Countess?”
“God yes!”
“No. Me. Remember? I’m the monster who has filled the forest with bodies. Their dead flesh is mine. Your flesh is mine.”
“Yes. I’m yours. I want the monster inside you. Give it to me.”
“I will. Bend lower. I want to go deeper and come inside your ass.”
I fold my elbows and put my forehead on my gripped hands, holding on as he fucks my ass harder.
The slap to my ass adds to the sensations rioting through my body.
The incredible stretch of him in my ass, the delicious feeling of him in my pussy, and the heaviness of his chest on my back.
They collide, and I shout his name over and over as he slams his hips against my ass, his balls hitting the top of my pussy.
My body moves across the floor, his body propelling me forward.
I fight to keep purchase of the ground, to keep my body upright.
His hoarse grunts and the way he intones my name, he coaxes another orgasm out of me.
Pleasure explodes. “Fuucckkk, Stefan! Right there, please, don’t stop! ”
“Never.”
Seconds later, he pushes his fingers deeper, sealing my ass to his groin, and jerks repeatedly.
We both fall to the ground, dust from the floor tickling my nose. Stone turns on his side, pulling me with him. His cock is still inside me, and when he withdraws, I feel his stickiness. He wraps his arm around my belly and kisses my sweaty neck.
I sit up, using his body as leverage, still groggy from the incredible sex moments ago, and notice the easel for the first time. It’s covered in a drop cloth, much like my art was when I showed it to him. I look down at him, and he watches me twirling a strand of my dark hair around his finger.
“What is that?” I point at the large easel and hidden canvas.
“You.”
“Me?” I rear back. “What do you mean me?” He doesn’t answer me, and I poke him in the chest. “What does that mean?”
“It means it’s you. It’s what I made for you.” He nips at the finger I just used to poke him. I stand naked, heading to the canvas. When I pull off the drop cloth, I gasp, stepping back.
It’s large. Made of stitched-together pieces of lighter colored leather. But I know it’s not leather now. He told me what he does. It’s human skin. A canvas of human skin. The skin of the man who tried to rape and kill me. “It’s him, isn’t it? This is his skin?”
“Yes.” Stone gets up and stands behind, wrapping his arm around my waist, whispering in my ear. “I removed the skin from his back, chest, arms, and legs.”
He says it so matter-of-factly, and I can’t feel much pity for the man whose skin is providing the backdrop to a piece of breathtaking art.
It’s me. My face is inked into the skin, rising out of flames that are part feathers, and right below my face is a bird’s head.
Each line is drawn to perfection. It takes my brain a few minutes to process. “A phoenix.”
“I told you, Camryn Park, you’re my canvas. But you’re also my masterpiece.” He kisses my neck, pressing his lips to many of my scars. I lean against his naked chest, tears filling my eyes. Those kisses heal something inside me. I turn in arms and watch his eyes. “Say it again.”
He leans closer and bites my earlobe. “I love you. I love everything about you, Camryn Park. Your kindness to my mother. My sister. My niece. I love your fierceness. Your courage despite the fear of failure. “I love that you worried for a young girl. I love that you talk to yourself.”
I wet laugh escapes. “Stalking me again?”
“Always.” He responds unabashedly. “I can’t live without you.”
I face him, holding his face, looking up into his eyes. His eyes are full of tears again, and I wipe them. “You’re turning into a crier, huh?”
The slap to my ass and his muttered “Fucking Brat,” make me smile.
I turn in his arms and face the art he made of me.
“It’s amazing. Morbidly amazing. But I want that on my skin.
” I point to the inked image. “I want you to tattoo it on my skin.” I face him once more and bring his hands to my breasts, then higher, above the scar from El Jefe.
“Right here. I want you to ink me here.” I move his hand along my stab wound scars.
“Cover his marks with your own. I only want to see your art on my body. Turn his evil into something beautiful, Stone.”