I feel myself falling forward, and he holds me steady. My arms feel like lead, contentment fills my bones, and the ecstasy from my climax still circulates through every part of my body. I’m too lethargic to react when he lifts me up, helping me wrapmy legs around his hips. He drops me on his table. The tools rattle and some fall to the floor. The rough surface chafes on my bare skin, but I don’t care. It’s also not lost on me that my naked ass is on the same table where he’s probably murdered men. Their DNA is most likely still there, and I’m sitting on it.Again, I don’t recognize myself.
Everything about him makes me crave this. His power. His aggression. Everything makes me feel reborn. The good girl Camryn, who never broke a law in her life, is getting wet for a man who is, for all intents and purposes, a mass murderer. A serial killer who has no intention of stopping, by the absolute certainty in his voice.
Stone pushes me on my back, and I moan, biting my lip when he pushes my legs all the way back, keeping a tight grip behind my knees. Both legs press on my lungs, making it harder to breathe. His tongue goes back between my legs, and I cry out, still so sensitive from earlier. “Stone, it’s too much.”
He lifts his head and kisses my inner thigh, dragging his tongue along my skin. The black pool of his eyes issues that sinful invitation. “What’s too much? My tongue?”
“I’m so sensitive,” I pant.
“That’s the way I want you. Sensitive and screaming for me to stop.”
He goes back and I rear up, gripping his head, lifting my pussy right onto his tongue. Fuck it. I bear down, apparently greedy for another orgasm. “I’ve missed you. So fucking much,” I whimper when he keeps slurping and hums into my flesh, his tongue swirling around my clit. He lifts his head and touches me, using all his fingers, moving them up and down, covering the entire surface.
“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 cuntmissed 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 pelvismoves faster, getting more jerky. I hold his hips to brace myself, wanting to take everything he’s giving me.
