“There you go. It’s done, baby. Now fuck my fingers and take your reward.” I wrap my free hand around her waist, keeping my other hand between her legs, steadily moving my fingers, giving her all of my energy. “Such bad, dirty girl. Your pussy is full of charcoal, full of ink and you don’t give a fuck do you?”
Camryn doesn’t answer me, too busy climaxing, too busy yelling out a combination of profanities and my name. Her sharp nails claw at my forearm, gouging out my skin. The stinging scrapes make me more erect. I press her down on my dick, likingthe pain. My cock slides through her heat, grazing my fingers with each shallow thrust.
The volume of her cries grows louder, and I turn my face into her neck, using my teeth to nibble at her skin. I bite her softly, while I breathe in her familiar scent.
“Grab my dick, Countess. Stroke me.”
The immediate compliance makes me growl low in my throat. Camryn’s hand finds my cock, lifting it up between us. She keeps me in a death grip, squeezing to the point of agony. But it’s not enough. I want more pain. “Harder, baby. As hard as you can.”
She compresses harder, moving her hand up and down from root to tip.
I finger her pussy slowly, while she pumps my dick. She comes, screaming my name, and I follow, cum exploding from my dick, gushing out, hitting the sketch, the easel, and the floor beneath us.
Chapter 64
Curled up in my bed, I wait, anticipation rides me.
He’s coming.
I glance at my watch. I’m shaved, leaving my legs soft and smooth. I washed my hair, applying that honeysuckle oil he likes. Since he saw my obsession with him on clear display five days ago, there’s been this fervor between us, this need to gorge ourselves on each other.
The memory of him coming all over my paintings and held me through the aftermath of my orgasm, I was intrigued by the sight of his real semen covering the drawings of him ejaculating. The thought of his cum drying on the vellum was delicious. Even now, they are drying in my closet, and I’m going to keep those stains. The stains are now part of the art.
A flashback of him carrying me to my bed, laying me down and cleaning my fingers, wiping away the charcoal on my fingers comes to the forefront of my mind. When he opened my legs and slowly kissed my inner thigh and then my pussy, licking and sucking charcoal and cum from between my legs, he looked at me and said something I didn’t expect from him.
“Don’t you ever stop drawing. Don’t ever stop creating. Everything you do is a masterpiece and it deserves to be shown.”
His words soothed something inside me. Knowing that he appreciated my art, respected my abilities made tears leak out of my eyes. And when he slipped inside me, holding my face as he fucked me, staring into my eyes, I fell even harder for the surly biker, who is fucking me in secret.
A few days ago, when Jace came to visit, I didn’t reveal what I’ve been doing with his friend. Jace has no idea that the man he warned me away from, fucked my brains out on the very stairs he climbed to get to my apartment. My brother had no idea that I greedily await the moment the same man who just tattooed his skin comes upstairs. That I was shaking, ready for his friend’s hands to be all over my body.
Jace looked around my apartment, and it felt like a test, like he was expecting to find evidence of Stone. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but I wasn’t interested in another argument with my brother. Not when I had plans. Plans that included orgasms. So I didn’t let him bait me, but used my acting skills and talked about my art, my gallery, Sophia, and the baby.I acted as if I was just having a quiet night in my apartment; meanwhile, fully aware that Stone was just below me. I knew Stone wouldn’t come up to my apartment while Jace was here. And frankly I resented Jace’s interference. Who I fucked was none of Jace’s business.
And tonight is no different. My hypothalamus is in overdrive. Neurotransmitters are sending more dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin through my body. My endocrine glands have sent out hormones. Extra blood flow centers in my pelvis and cervix. My cervix is probably already raised, ready to meet the tip of Stone’s dick, making it easier for his sperm to enter my uterus. My pussy is definitely swollen, my walls are lubricated, preparing for hisdick. My body knows what was going to happen the moment Stone knocks on my door with his commanding presence.
My legs shift on my bed, restless. I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I’ve had in my entire relationship with Reed, and I’ve never craved sex like this. Craved a complicated man who makes me rethink everything. He’s killed. He’s maimed in the name of his club. Everything about him screams stay the fuck away.
But none of it matters when I’m with him. I don’t know what it’s like not to be with him. To not have that jeweled dick in my mouth, my pussy, and hopefully soon my ass. The first time I tried using the butt plug, I grew frustrated with myself, unable to find a comfortable position to push it inside me. I put it in my pussy, fucking myself with it like a dildo, and then I tried it in my ass, but I was too nervous and unsure.
As of last night, I’ve worked up to the middle plug with Stone’s help. Right after he fucked me, he pushed it in my pussy, still swollen and sore from having sex with him moments before. I protested, thinking he wanted to have sex again. The man is insatiable, ready to go minutes after filling me with his cum.
My mind goes back to last night when I lay panting on my side. The sensation of cold metal made me look back at him over my shoulder, and he was trailing the second plug over my hips. The sight of it both filled me with a thrill and the thread of horror that he wanted to have sex again after I had just come moments before.
“I can’t have sex again, Stone,” I groaned, swatting at his hand as I buried my sweaty face in my sheets.
He kissed my shoulder and grazed his teeth along my skin. “No more sex. Just practice. I want your ass, Camryn. It’s been weeks since my knife was inside you. I’m ready for it to be my cock.”
His crooning voice was near my ear, weaving a spell. I pushed my ass back, his beguiling seduction already making me rethink the ‘no more sex’ statement.
“Hold open your ass for me.”
I reached down, and behind me,parting my ass, pulling one cheek open, revealing myself to him. I held myself still, wanting him to enjoy my compliance.I could feel my anus gaping open, feel his stare at my offering.
“Wider.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
