I walk toward him, and the powerful words that cast a net, pulling me in.
Once I get to the side of the bed, he stops pumping his cock.
“Use your hand.”
I know what he wants, and I do it. I spit in my palm and reach for the thick shaft standing tall between us. Stroking, I use both hands to alternate my movements. Stone’s face is impassive. I see the look in his eyes. He’s testing me, punishing me a bit for denying him earlier. Releasing him, I climb over his legs and straddle his thighs, opening my legs wide. Those inky black eyes of his go right to my center, and I let him look at my pussy. Let him see how wet I am. I keep my face just as expressionless as his. Two can play at his game. Confident in myself, in the blinding desire between us, I resume stroking and lean over until my mouth is right above the tip of his cock and spit, right on the head. When I look at him. His eyes are animalistic. I spot the telltale tic in his jaw.
Not so unaffected now, are you?I do it again until my fingers are covered in my saliva, I milk him, squeezing. A small grunt escapes his mouth, and I hide my smile. Using my thumb, I play with his piercings, pushing the bars in the head. His chest heaves. His eyes lower even more until it looks like he’s asleep. But I know he’s awake, taking in every minute detail. My fingernails scrape the chain of metal hoops on the underside. I’ve learned it’s the one that gets him going the most, especially when I tug on them.
More beads of pre-cum escape. One after the other, coating my hand.
“I need more. Give me your mouth.”
I shake my head, pulling on his scrotum. “You said you wanted my hands.”
“Fuck, Camryn.” His neck arches, and he grips the sheets in his tattooed hands.
I’ve gotten used to him calling me Countess, but when he uses my name, it changes things. I tremble at the beseeching tone.
He sits up and reaches forward, but I dodge him.
“Your mouth, Countess.”
“What’s the magic word?”
“Now.”
I shake my head playfully, resting my hands on my thighs. “No. I don’t think that’s the word.”
His cock is bigger than before, shiny with his arousal and my spit.
“Your. Mouth. Now. Please.”
I fit my head over his cock and suck. One of his hands holds my jaw, smoothing a finger around where my mouth caps the tip.
“More.”
Before I can move my mouth down to take more of him, Stone lifts me up and drags me to his mouth, kissing me.
“Ride me, Countess.”
The urgency in his voice matches mine. I reach between us and find his dick, positioning it so that I can steer him inside me. I slide down, wiggling my hips, forcing him inside me. Each inch disappears inside me until I feel his pubic hair against my clit.
The fullness of Stone inside can never be explained. It’s beyond comprehension. I no longer care that I’m still sore and will probably need ice after this. I press against the headboard with one hand, holding on as he rocks into me from below.
I dig my nails into his chest with my other hand, using the firm muscle to help me grind my pussy right on his pelvic bone. I want his blood. I want to pierce his skin, imprint on him the way he has on me. I scrape my nails down his chest and over his tattoos, leaving behind dark pink streaks. His chest is my canvas, too.
We don’t speak because there is no need to. We’ve communicated enough in the last few days for me to know. I lean down and kiss him back, pulling on his lip piercing. Our kiss is sloppy, and seconds later, both of his hands hold my ass cheeks.The slaps that follow make me cry against his lips. Each blow is timed with the moment my clit hits bone under skin.
“Fucking telling me no. You come to me when I tell you to.” He leans up, growling into my face.
“Yes. Yes,” I sob, the familiar tension and pleasure spreading inside me. I know I’ll tell him ‘no’ again because I like him this way. I want him unhinged. I like each thing he gives me.
“Give me your nipples. I want them in my mouth.”
I shake my head. “No. They’re sore, Stone.”
A slap hits my ass at the same time the pad of his thumb finds my clit.
