I suck in a breath when he pushes forward. “What is that?”
“Jewelry,” Stone rasps.
“You’re pierced? Holy shit!” Disbelief coats my words. I can’t fathom what it will feel like to fuck him. I moan when he presses forward, pushing inside me before retreating back out. The stretch burns. Despite climaxing earlier, it fucking hurts. I cry out when he pulls out and goes back in, deeper this time. I can’t catch my breath. The piercings on his dick feel like they are everywhere. Something ribbed rubs along my walls. I groan at the indescribable feeling. He slams inside me, the fullness is beyond anything I have ever felt. His hand tightens in my hair, and his grip on my waist is punishing.
“You’re holding me too tight.”
He slaps my ass hard, and I scream, rearing up. “I’m not holding you tight enough, Countess. I should gag you for your bratty behavior.”
Before he puts his cock back inside. Reaches around and grips my nipples, pinching. His blunt fingers slide over my clit as he grunts behind me.
He rubs my clit, flicking it steadily, purposely. “And from how wet you are, you don’t want to say no. You love this.”
He’s right. I am so wet that the slow slide of his pierced dick inside me feels so wrong. I’m fucking a man I’ve wanted for a long time. A man whom my brother and sister-in-law have allbut warned me away from. A man whom my father would hate. A man who is a criminal. A man 20 years my senior. None of that matters one damn bit. I want to be wrecked by him while he’s deep inside me. The feel of him is beyond anything I’ve felt before. The thickness. The strange ribbed feeling of his piercings. I want to see them, but my sight is hampered. I can only feel. I brace my cheek on the tree trunk and moan when he slows his stroke, fucking me leisurely.
He groans, slapping my ass, gripping handfuls. He sounds animalistic behind me. Deep groans rumble from his chest. And I like that I’m making him feel good. He pushes my back down further, and I feel his piercings more. They feel amazing.
“I can’t get deep enough, Countess. Your cunt taking me so well.”
I moan, listening to his dirty mouth. I’ve never had sex like this. It’s not even the novelty of it being outside, no, it’s him. He’s not treating me like a princess. He’s treating me like a woman.
My knees dig into the cold, damp ground as he thrusts harder. The rough bark scratches my cheek, and he slams his hips against mine. I open my legs wider and I feel his piercing abrading my clit and I groan. It feels so damn good.
Not being able to see him, my eyes still covered.
“Please. “I can’t take any more, Stone. I want to come.”
“No.”
Suddenly, I’m angry with him. “Then fuck me like you mean it, or get away from me.”
“There’s my brat. You want to come, Countess? Fine, then you’ll come, you’ll come over and over until you beg me to stop.”
He fucks me harder and I beg for more, my body anticipating, craving each thrust. The drag of his dick back and forth burns most deliciously. I push my head into the log, notgiving a fuck about anything except what I’m feeling deep inside my pussy.
“More. More. Harder. Please. Make it?—”
“Make it what, Countess? Tell me what you want.”
“Hurt. Make it hurt, Stone.”
He yanks on my braid so hard my back dips, my neck bows back. His body rests on top of mine, and this time, there is no panic. This time, there is just acceptance; my body isn’t mine anymore. It belongs to him. His hot breath fans my ears. “Always full of surprises, Countess.” Another piston of his hips, and somehow his dick goes even deeper. “Begging like a bitch in heat for pain.” His piercings are hitting a part of my body I didn’t know existed.
“Yes. Yes!” Each chant earns a stroke.
“Anything you want, Countess.” Stone ruts into me harder, faster, my brain implodes, all my thoughts focused between my legs, at the center of the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt. The pleasure is blinding, almost too much to bear. Now I’m screaming. He pulls me even closer, yanking me back onto his cock, and I like it. I like the pain in my scalp, the deep penetration inside me.
Still coming down from another painful climax, he pulls out of me, and I feel his penis rubbing back and forth, dragging his jewelry, as he smears my wetness all over my ass. I wish I could see his dick moving across the globes of my ass. It’s obscene and I like it. He pushes one finger inside my swollen pussy, and I moan, the lingering effects of my climax pulsing inside me. Another finger slides inside my wetness. When a third spear inside me, I tense.
“What’s the matter?” He says it casually, and I turn my head.
“I just came.”
“So?”
“I–”
A fourth finger, his pink is now inside me, and I bite my lip, because holy shit, what is happening. It’s starting to feel good. Is he going to push his entire hand inside me? I’ve heard about fisting, and I never thought it would happen to me.
