by Addy Archer
As if he’s angry at himself, the situation, or what he’s about to say or do.
His words are thrown at me in a guttural tone. “If you want to stay a virgin, I advise you to walk into the bathroom and lock the fucking door.”
I know I only have myself to blame with our sexual innuendos, but to be honest? My body is hurting, but I’m also on fire. A fire he started, and the heat is drawing me in. I’ve never felt like this. Some may find themselves scrutinized underneath his hand and dominating stare, but I’ve stared into the eyes of evil and been through hell a few times.
My father was ruthless. This man standing before me? Behind Stone’s eyes is kindness and thoughtfulness, though he won’t let anyone around him see. And yet it’s always something he reserves for me to see clearly. He’s been caring for me all these days with a soft touch and the kind of gentleness I’ve never experienced from any man.
But I also know his ruthless side. The one where he’s staring straight ahead with the gleam of death in his eyes. I saw it when he killed Keith. I saw the vow of retribution when he faced my father, but it shifted again when he laid his eyes on me.
I see all of him. All the layers mingled as one hard mask.
But there’s something different simmering through. I’m noticing how his intense stare is laced with desire, and that also piques my interest.
I can feel his grip starting to loosen, and I’m sure he’s going to step back to give me the option to run.
For the first time, I’m given a choice. And I’m not going to turn around and head the other way; I’m going to give myself willingly and choose something for myself. I’ve never felt safe around any man, until now. Until Stone.
My hand flashes up and I wrap my fingers around his wrist, keeping his grip in place. Not wavering my gaze from his, I let him see some of the desire he’s awakened in my body as I tell him, “Unleash the fire, Stone. I can handle—”
I can’t finish my sentence due to his lips crashing down on mine. Our teeth clash, and he forces his tongue inside my mouth. He takes the lead in a dominating way to make sure I know who’s in charge of this kiss; I may have given him permission, but it made him pass the point of taking.
The hand that’s gripping my neck gently guides my head to the side to give him better access as he plunders my mouth, swirling his tongue around mine. I dig my nails into his wrist and sneak my other arm up and around his neck to draw him closer.
In response, he grinds his hips, letting me feel his hard length against my belly, and it makes me gasp. I might be a virgin, but I’m not a complete prude when it comes to sex. I’ve been experimenting with different toys for quite some time now, but he’s larger than any of them by far.
Working in the office of a junkyard all by myself—if you can call the tiny box of a room I worked in an office—gave me the opportunity to order stuff with the little allowance I had at my disposal. Like how I ordered most of my clothing online. But ever since Keith was forced on me by my father, I’ve kept the toys locked away.
The growl vibrating through Stone’s chest that’s flattening my breasts against him draws me back to the here and now. He rips his mouth away from mine and gives me an intense stare while he slowly strokes his thumb over my quickening pulse.
“My dick is thickening with each pulse of your heart, dying to be inside you. Normally I only fuck to get off. That’s the whole meaning of getting your dick wet. Except you make me crave taking it slow. Enjoy every damn inch of you and feel the way your body comes alive underneath my touch. You deserve slow.” He hums as if he’s murmuring to himself. “Though I doubt I can give your virgin pussy the time it needs to accommodate taking a cock for the first time. It’s going to hurt before you experience pleasure.”
I swallow hard, my whole body affected by his words. “I’ve played around with different kind of toys, so I’m sure I can take it… take you,” I spill without thinking things through. That’s what he does to me, makes me trust him enough to ramble.
His head rears back as if he’s been pulled from the lust fog he was wrapped in. His eyes are calculating, like he’s trying to piece every hint of information he has on me together as a whole. But he won’t figure me out. I won’t let him. Besides, no one’s ever actually tried to really get to know me. Well, besides Dani.
“I misjudged you, didn’t I?” A satisfied smirk spreads across his face as he leans forward and feathers his lips against mine before he leans in next to my ear.
“It won’t happen again,” he whispers, knowing I can hear him and letting me know he’s aware of my hearing aids, because he’s also the one who makes me read his lips when needed. Not to mention it was him who asked Dani to pick up new ones for me.
His tongue trails a path up my neck until his teeth graze my earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you now, Ry. Are you ready for me? Because with everything that’s been falling from your sexy-as-fuck lips, I won’t be able to hold back. I need to be inside you. Now.”
My hands fall away from his body, and I start to tug at his jeans. I shouldn’t be bothered by the light chuckle falling from his lips, yet my annoyance does spike when he bats my hands away.
I don’t get a chance to waste my breath on words, because the air rushes right out of me when he kicks off his boots as his jeans drop to the floor. I watch, mesmerized, when he wraps his fingers around the biggest dick I’ve ever seen as he lazily strokes himself.
I now realize the words I gave him and Lala earlier might not have been believable, because there is no way that monstrosity would fit inside my mouth. Those piercings. Wow. Just… wow. I saw pictures when I got my own piercing, but none of those do any justice when I glance at Stone’s dick.
He makes the Prince Albert piercing—a thick ring right through the slit of his dick—look like a work of art. And then there are all those smaller piercings from below the head going all the way down to the base of his shaft. I know it’s called a Jacob's ladder from my research when I got my piercing done, and I can only stare in appreciation.
“Clothes, Ry. You need to strip and show me those tits and pierced pussy. Does that heavenly place between your legs have a patch of white hair covering it? Or do you keep it all smooth and bare? Show. Me.” The words falling from his mouth are guttural.
I start to pull at my clothes until all of them land on the floor around me. I’m not thinking about the fact that my ass is too big, or that my breasts are too heavy and not perky enough to stand up like the fake ones on the blonde bombshell. Nope, I’m standing before Stone naked and enthralled by the way his dick is growing even bigger underneath my gaze.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but I’m quickly learning anything is fucking possible when you’re involved.”
His thumb teases the thick metal ring in his dick, coating it with precum. Stone reaches up and traces my bottom lip with his thumb, spreading the wetness across the surface. I don’t think twice and eagerly let my tongue trace a path to gather a hint of his tangy and salty taste.
Stone groans loud and wraps my hair around his fist. He pushes me down and guides me to my knees in front of him, tapping his pierced dick against my lips as if he’s knocking on my door to let him in.
A gasp escapes me when his fist tightens in my hair. He doesn’t hesitate and slides his dick inside my welcoming mouth. My eyes close as they start to water in an effort to fight the monstrosity blocking my ability to breathe. He pulls back before panic starts to set in but then thrusts his hips forward again after I’ve inhaled deeply.
He slowly starts to build a rhythm where I can balance my breathing, and when I glance up into his eyes, I can’t help the rush of wetness spreading between my legs. Emotions are openly visible on his face, and it’s so intense, the heat is scorching my insides to connect even more with this man.
Keeping his stare, I loosen my jaw and try to take more of him. I want to swallow around the head of his cock, but it’s not as easy as it seemed to be when I’v
e read about it in books, though I keep trying. The second I finally succeed is the moment hot pulses flow down my throat while Stone grunts out curses.
Satisfaction fills my body as he stumbles back. His eyes are still pinned on me and filled with respect, disbelief, lust, and desire all wrapped in one. He shakes his head as if to clear it, letting a confident smirk slide back in place.
“Motherfucking jackpot,” he mutters, then effortlessly picks me up and gently places me on the bed. “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy. Feast on it until it’s dripping and needy enough to let me sink my cock inside. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?” He doesn’t give me the chance to answer him. “Yeah, you are. I can see it in your eyes. You want me to eat you out and fuck your tight pussy.”
His head is between my legs, and in one lazy swoop, he licks me from ass to clit, making me gasp as both my hands dive into his hair. I don’t know whether to keep him in place or pull him off, because the intensity’s too much. Maybe I should rub my pussy all over his face instead, since the need to come is overwhelming.
The choice is taken from me when his mouth covers my clit and he starts to suck and flick my piercing, teasing my bundle of nerves with his tongue. My screams echo through the room as an inferno of pleasure bursts through my veins. Wave after wave, he graces my body with a kind of intensity I’ve never experienced before.
C H A P T E R S I X
– S T O N E –
She shudders underneath me, and all I can do is relish in the pride flowing through me. I did that. I’m the one responsible for giving her pleasure and how her face is beautifully flushed while she’s gazing up me with enthralled eyes. So many words are left unspoken, and yet we’re openly communicating.
I slowly climb up her body, taking my time, placing kisses along the way on every bruise I run into. This woman endured so much, and still there’s an undeniable tenderness hidden deep within. I try to pace myself, remembering how her body must still be hurting, but it’s difficult as fuck, as she keeps rubbing herself against my cock.
My head rears back to take in the vision of her magnificent tits. Fuck, they’re overflowing from my hands. I can’t help myself when I pinch one nipple while covering the other with my mouth, teasing it with my teeth to harden it some more.
I pull back and stare while my hands knead her breasts. “I’m going to squirt these beauties with a load of oil, making them all slick so I can fuck them. They’re mine now. My cock will slide back and forth in between until I paint them in thick ropes of my cum. Fuck. You already made me come, but I’m so damn hard with the taste of your pussy on my tongue while my eyes feast on your gorgeous tits.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, letting me know she’s just as affected by our connection as I am.
“Stone,” she pants, regretfully making me tear my gaze away from her tits to connect with her green eyes.
“Yeah, darlin’, what do you need?” I croak.
“You. Inside me. Now,” she pleads, ripping the air straight from my lungs at the sound of need flowing through those words.
If my cock wasn’t hard already, it would be hard enough to pound nails now. Damn. I spilled my cum down her throat, but when I pulled out, it was still semihard and getting ready for the next round. Seems this woman’s needs are flawlessly answered by my body.
The tip of my cock is nudging her entrance, and in the back of my head, there’s a pull that I’m forgetting something, but when I get sucked into her tight heat, everything else is static noise; there’s only me and her connected as one.
My fingers slide down her neck to keep her pinned in place. Staring down at her, I can’t help but grunt the words in between hard thrusts. “Your body is too sore for how I’d like to take you. Hard. Rough. Smacking your ass while I grip your hips so hard you’ll carry my bruises for days to come. Only my fucking bruises. No one else will ever taint what belongs to me. Ain’t that right, darlin’?”
Her head thrashes from left to right, and I have to tighten my grip, making her gasp and give me her gorgeous moss green eyes.
“Am I clear?” I grunt, slamming myself deep inside her.
“Yes, Stone,” she pants, her nails trailing a path over my shoulders. I fucking love the fact that she’s marking me.
“That’s it. Harder,” I demand, making her eyes flare.
To my surprise, she fights my grip on her neck, leaving me no other choice but to let her go as she surges forward to dig her teeth into my shoulder. That’s the moment I fucking lose it.
A growl rips from me, and I pull out of her completely, flipping her over on her stomach and gripping her hips to yank that lush ass of hers in the air. I tunnel back inside her and smack her ass cheek, making her yelp. I cover her back with my front, my hips slamming against her, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
I sneak one of my arms around her waist and find her clit. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?” I growl on a hot breath. “Going to squeeze my cock like it’s never been gripped because your tight pussy is already killing me. Flame up for me, darlin’. Come on, give it to me.”
My finger is slick with her juices, and her piercing is the perfect stimulation as it rests on her clit. I give it just the pressure she needs to scream my name during the orgasm wave she’s riding.
The way her pussy grips my cock like a vise is ripping the cum from my body, and the way it bursts freely inside her body makes my head almost explode with the intensity of the added experience of fucking bare.
I can’t even feel guilty or let fear slam into me due to the risk of getting this chick pregnant. Because for real, if this is her first time fucking? I’ll make sure my cock is the only one entering her sweet pussy. I might need to keep her locked in my room forever.
I lift my upper body slightly, and she twists underneath me to glance up.
“What’s that thought?” she murmurs, trailing her thumb over my scrunched eyebrows.
“That I might need to keep you locked inside my room as my own personal sex slave,” I reply in pure honesty.
The giggles flowing through her body make my dick slide right out. Regretfully, I stand and grab her hand to pull her up and drag her off into the bathroom. I turn on the water and wait for it to heat before stepping underneath. I’m about to pull her close, but she steps away to take out her hearing aids, almost hiding the fact from me as if she’s ashamed.
Deciding to ignore the movement because I want her to feel at ease, I hold out my hand, and she lets me pull her close. I designed this bathroom myself. It has a massive rain shower to easily fit at least three people in there. What can I say? I’m a big guy and need space around me to take a nice hot shower after a long day of hard work.
And for the first time, I have a woman to enjoy my private space with.
Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, I squirt a small amount on my hand and start to wash her hair. She leans back and totally surrenders to what I’m doing with her, either washing her hair, gently cleaning her body, or paying some extra attention to her magnificent tits, which are now mine to play with.
“These are mine,” I say straight to the tits in question as I tug her nipples, making them hard enough to salute me.
They shake with her laughter as she replies, “So you keep saying. To my breasts and to yourself. But I’m pretty sure they’re attached to me, so… they’re mine.”
“You’re mine,” I growl, my eyes still focused on my hands playing with her nipples.
“Stone,” she moans, her breathing picking up, but my eyes are locked on her breasts. “Stone!” Two hands drag my head up. “You’re obsessing. Over my freaking breasts. You keep repeating yourself, but I’ve also heard you mention the whole sex in the clubhouse and sharing thing.”
“I don’t share,” I snap, unable to control my rising anger at the mere thought of anyone else coming close enough to touch her.
“Right, because my tits are yours. You’ve mentioned it. Repeatedly. And I guess it
’s very touching, but to be honest, I’m overwhelmed by you. In a good way, but still overwhelmed,” she says, locking her eyes on my lips to read my answer.
“I’m a breast man.” Her tits bounce from the laughter rumbling through her as I continue. “I’m also a man who has dangerous enemies who would easily take those close to me and use them against me.” I reluctantly drag my gaze away from my new toys and pierce her with an intense look. “If they knew you were mine, they would hurt you to get to me. I’m being selfish.”
Regret slams through me, and I step back, realizing I can’t have all of this to myself. She would always be at risk.
“I promised no one would hurt you again.” And now I’m the one backtracking and trying to end what we have before it has a fighting chance.
I can clearly read the emotion carving her face. She feels rejected. Outed. Fucking sidelined and pushed away, prevented from making any choice when it comes to her own damn life.
And it’s all on me.
“Fuck,” I snap and lean my forearm on the tiles to cage her in, making sure she can’t escape while I’m battling my inner thoughts and turmoil.
What the hell should I do?
Her fingers are gently sliding over my abs, her nails trailing up until she grips my head, giving me a fierce look. “And I trust you to keep your word. From what you showed me the last few days and earlier today when you stood up against my father, I know you’ll give me a place to feel safe.” She pauses a beat. “Or maybe you’re just doing it because you’re fascinated by my tits. Could you at least look me in the eye?” The laughter in her voice makes a boyish grin slide over my face.
