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 lipinto 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.”
I use my middle finger and swirl my clit feeling the stretch he just talked about. I’m beyond full. Each thrust of his dick feels overwhelming. He grunts, watching my fingers. Feeling bolder, I bring one digit to my mouth and suck. He watches me, his hips slamming into me harder. My breasts jiggle, undulating with the force of his movements.
I go back and gather more of my moisture and touch the slick surface of his dick and then his pubic hair as our hips meet. I slide my finger along the surface of his cock, loving that I can watch him like this. His thumb presses on my clit, circling the ball of tissue, and I’m back in the whirlpool, being driven crazy. I beg him. “Right there. Please, right there. Don’t stop.”
“Anything you want. Any. Fucking. Thing. You. Want. Countess.
He rocks me on his cock deeper, harder, and I come again, hearing his shout in the periphery of my own euphoria. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me tightly, our pelvic bones mashed together. I open my eyes and watch the suspended way he holds me there, his dick locked deeply inside me. The pulse of his cum, releasing inside me, feels like my heartbeat. He stills and we both suck in air. Frissons of pleasure flow through my whole body. He pulls out slowly, and I wince. A slight burn remains from his powerful thrusts. After fucking him, I always feel like I’ve gone through a tornado.
Leaning up on my elbow, I watch as he stands tall, gorgeous in just his dark jeans and covered in sweat and tattoos. His cock is still semi-hard, wet from me, from us, pointing out from his dark pubic hair. It bobs as he sucks in air, his cum drippingfrom the tip to my floor. He leans across the bed, picking up his phone, tapping the screen.
