by Mona Cox
"You don't need your legs," Stone laughs. He grabs them both and presses them up high. "Your legs might be tired, but your pussy isn't too tired for me." He drives deeper into me and I'm shaking against him like tissue paper in front of a fan. If he wasn't holding me up I would melt into a pile on the floor of this elevator. My eyes are rolling back in my head. I bite my lips, hard.
Stone isn't having any of that though and his mouth crashes over mine, his lips claiming my own from my teeth. I let out a large moan into his mouth. The angle his fucking my pussy at right now is pure heaven and his abdomen is teasing my clit just right. I shake hard around him. I already know that I'm going to be sore tomorrow after the orgasm that's building up in me.
Well, the thing about Stone? He fucks me more than silly. He fucks me into a state of abandon where my singular goal is to just keep fucking him. Waves of pleasure short circuit every other part of my mine until only desire functions within me. My veins are pumping adrenaline through my body and I'm grinding against him. I squeeze up his cock with my pussy and whimper against his mouth. When I break the kiss and gasp for air, I struggle to get out the words that are going to bring the last semblance of energy within me to to a screeching halt.
"Well," I manage to get out, panting deep.
Stone takes this as a personal challenge and he fucks me faster. "Trying to say something, Gisele? I can't hear you." He slams harder and harder into me and I'm crying out with pleasure overtaking me.
"If my legs don't work," I say super fast but then he fucks even harder into me.
"How's my driving?" Stone jokes now with a fake announcer voice.
I ball up my fists and smack them against his chest. I'm getting frustrated because he's making me laugh.
"Call 555-1234 and let me know how I'm doing. But not while driving," Stone continues his joke.
Oh he's real proud of himself. I moan really hard and I almost forget what I was going to say in the first place. I don't know how yet but I am going to get him back.
Well, not tonight.
Tonight I'm trying to get those words out anyway and then get what I'm craving.
"If my legs don't work anyway," I manage. "Then you should probably fuck my ass so hard I can't walk tomorrow. I mean, my legs quit and they earned it." I finish my words and start panting hard.
Stone's eyebrows raise. "Well maybe I need to joke less," he says with a laugh. He pulls that huge cock out of my pussy and rams it straight up my ass. That man doesn't need to be told something twice! I mean, I am ready for it but I still totally scream out for him and make a yelping sound as my legs shake even harder. My eyes cross and my brain turns turns to mush. A string of expletives tear their way out of my mouth.
"Excellent thinking, Gisele. I love fucking this tight ass so good. You feel un-fucking believable on my dick babe. I love how you ride me. I will fuck you hard enough to keep you from walking for this, and I get to carry you around. I mean. The two times I let you leave the bed tomorrow." Stone's voice is utterly serious and so is his face. God, he means it.
"Okay," I pant. Oh god his dick is so far up my ass I can feel it in my throat and I can barely focus on the question I'm trying to ask because of how amazing he feels fucking me. "What are these two places I'm allowed to go to tomorrow, other than that the bed?" I am downright curious about this captivity he has in mind. After everything, I wouldn't mind spending most of the day in bed. Particularly with Stone. I mean, how I'll summon the energy to fuck Stone again like I know I'll ache to, I don't know. Sounds like a problem for future Gisele, and I'm sure she's got this no problem.
"You're allowed to be in the bed, as previously stated." Stone kisses me. "You may go to the bathroom." He kisses me again. "And we'll eat at the table, I mean we don't need a mess in the bed like we're some kind of savages. We have to sleep and fuck there." Stone laughs.
"You think I'll be up for fucking again tomorrow?" I say and I'm joking. Mostly. "I said my legs don't work and you're making sure that I can't walk!" I yelp out in mock outrage.
"You don't need to walk. After all, no walking, no escaping. You're mine," Stone growls and pulls me against his chest. He's fucking me like a wild rock star would and squeezing me in a bear hug like the sweetest man in the world. Well, I know Stone now. He is the sweetest man in the world. He's my whole world, the center of everything to me now. I am so goddamn lucky to have Stone. He's not just a guitar god. Not even just a sex god. He's divinely, supremely good at being the sweetest man alive. Like, it isn't cheesy if I adore it and he adores me.
The waves of absolutely perfect pleasure surge through me and I shout out, "I'm going to come." I knew that a solid assfucking from Stone was just what I needed to at once come undone and come alive with him. "God, you fuck my ass so good." I say and squeeze down on his cock and my eyes shut and just feel every bit of tension in my body. I exhale and feel the orgasm shake through my body.
"You're perfect, Gisele. I could kiss you forever. But fucking you is even better," Stone laughs. "Now I'm going to come in that perfect ass," he says and his lips crash against mine.
The waves of my orgasm are far from subsided when his mouth claims mine. The flaming rod in my ass jets hot cum deep in my ass and feels me up. I cry out in his mouth, and I'm shuddering around me. He kisses me and growls into my mouth. I love tasting his pleasure and feeling us come together, a perfect union of our desires culminating in absolute pleasure.
"I love you," Stone murmurs into my mouth.
I am going to say it back, but I can't catch my breath because Stone is devouring me. He's the air I breathe, when I can breathe. His mouth on mine is capturing every thought and sensation in my body. My legs dangle down as he releases them and wraps his arms around me. We both finish coming and he slowly pulls his cock from my ass. I moan low at the sensation. Stone wraps me up in his arms and kisses me deeper, fuller. I inhale him because right now, he's the only thing in my world. I have never been so satisfied in my life and I am going to tell him so. I will. I am kissing him now and I don't know if I'll ever want to breathe again if it means breaking this sensual kiss. I'm so perfectly content. My body is spent. Finally we come up for breath and I curl against his chest.
"I love you," I finally whisper to him. I'll tell him everyday. Forever.
19
Epi
"Uhm, so do we know if there's gonna be a long line for the bathroom when we get to the concert?" Brittney asks from over her Long Island Iced Tea.
I'm just rolling my eyes. Honestly, if the girls could just hurry up then they wouldn't have to ask these questions and would just find out. But wait, that's not fair. They're the ones that are going out with me all the way to Brooklyn. I should probably try and be patient.
"There's bathrooms, Brit," Carla says from next to me. "I use them all the time when I've drank too much during Chase's rodeos."
"Oh yeah, how is that cowboy of yours doing?" Brittney asks, brightening up. "Is he still riding you till the sun comes up?"
Now it's Carla that's rolling her eyes. "Hello, it's riding till the sun goes down, and they're usually talking about a horse," Carla says and takes a sip, looking around the table. "And yes, he is."
Brittney giggles and I can't help but put out a bit of a laugh.
There's a whole bunch of us that came together to form the 'Mistress Moaners' as we liked to call it back in the day.
Not everyone liked the name, but then again, not everyone always liked us. I think back and look at my friends, trying to remember how they all came together.
So, Alicia came to New York City after graduating from USC. She went to USC with Rory and the two of them grew up in Montcove. Rory is still in Montcove with that rockstar of hers.
Ashley and Alicia knew each other from the same sorority at USC and Ashley was already here and the two were roommates. Ashley ended up with Apollo the billionaire who bought her Blush Magazine.
Christine was roommates with Ashley after Alicia moved out when she was in graduate school before she start
ed dating her professor.
Natalie lived down the hall and the three of them became good friends, until Ashley and Christine moved away. Thats when Carla moved in, and she was friends with Lisa from their days growing up in Long Island. They became friends with Christine and got brought into the whole circle of the Moaners.
I became friends with Carla after she moved out and was looking for roommates in Murray Hill.
Who else?
Right. Becca Whiting the Biker's Woman. She knew Lisa growing up in Long Island and she was roommates in college with Kim. Kim's the one dating her stepbrother now. and Lisa has some president of a motorcycle club as her man. Oh right, Lisa and Fiona are also sorority sisters who met each other in college and stayed in touch when Fiona moved to New York. Fiona is still dating Danny Manning - the quarterback for the New York Nailers. Apparently it's going pretty strong.
Alicia has the billionaire, Derek Lowell. Carla has her cowboy. Becca has her biker. Christine has her professor.
And now, I'm pretty sure that I can say I have my rockstar. Although Rory, when she passes through or goes to Myrtle Beach with us will always be like oh no, she found a rockstar first.
So I'm going to just go ahead and call him...
"Gisele baby," Ashley asks from the opposite end of the table. What time does your guitar hero of a man say we should get to Barclays?"
We're sitting at a corner table of PDT which stands for Please Don't Tell. That's right. We're in the speakeasy on the Lower East Side - the one that's attached to Criff Dogs.
I don't know who thought it was a good idea to stop for a drink in Manhattan before heading down to Brooklyn. I mean, it's not like Brooklyn doesn't have bars. We're going to Barclay's Arena so there's going to be like hundreds of bars. Besides, when you roll with this many girls, each dolled up and with their own tiaras (figuratively speaking) you need either a whole subway car or a motorcade of Ubers.
"Is he going to pull you up on stage and flash his cock?" Ashley asks with a laugh.
"No," I say, sticking out my tongue. "You're not going to see his cock come out."
"Because it's gonna be in your mouth?" Brittney asks, her face completely serious.
I burst out laughing. Brittney's sounding kind of drunk already. I don't know how she's going to hold it while we cross the East River.
It's been a solid month since Stone held me in his arms and told me he loved me. Told me that he no longer needed any pills or medication to stay off the drugs and alcohol as long as he had me.
I gotta admit though that hearing that was enough to send my head spinning so fast. One of the most powerful and iconic rock and roll legends of my time was so into me that he was able to love me and use it to not have to drown himself in opiates anymore. That's enough for any girl to feel all warm and fuzzy.
I mean, there's still a lot of things I need to work on him. For one, I want him to stop living in a hotel. The W is great and all. But paying 10,000 a month to live in a suite and not have a proper roof over your head is a bit strange - even for me.
Trust me, once I get him living like a normal human being - Ashley said that Apollo could help him find an apartment that's as cool as the W - then I have a laundry list of things that I need to do to make Stone better.
Not that he's not the best right now. He's the best man that I've ever thought could walk the planet. And honestly, even if I didn't get any of the things I want to change him with done, I'd be absolutely happy.
But there's a reason I have all this going through my head.
The first is because he's my lobster. So I can absolutely do these things to him.
The second?
If he didn't get exasperated at me, where would the fun be?
"Are we ready?" Brittney asks, standing on unsteady legs.
I get up. I know the comment about getting my guitar god exasperated sounds a bit bitchy. But I mean well.
The giant H3 stretch limo pulls up outside on Avenue B, as we walk out the entrance to PDT. Stone sent it for us and we all sort of stumble in.
"I hope you tell him thank you for the ride later on tonight," Carla says to me.
"Right, thank him with a powerful blowjob, babe," Lisa says with a chuckle. "Hoover his brain out his cock."
The girls giggle. We pop champagne as the car takes off and I think back to the things I want to do to change my rockstar.
Maybe they can wait, actually.
Lets just enjoy right now together.
While we're young. And happy.
The best is of course, yet to cum.
;)
A Note From Mona
So this time around, I wanted to include some of the characters that are interrelated. Everyone is related to everyone somehow in all my books (as you can see from the Epi) but there’s SO many of them that like this allows you to live in the world a lil longer.
And what a fun world it is! Taking us back to the days when we were younger! When all we thought of was working a few hours extra to buy that shiny and sexy black dress to wear to the party on Saturday where we’d meet that guy we’d been eyeing for so long. And the biggest worry that wracked our heads was how long we were gonna make the guy wait before he took that said dress off of us! LOL.
So, I love this world. I spend most of my time in it still and I wanna share it with people.
So, I’ve included a few of my favorites! Hope you enjoy them!
Fiona Vs. Football Player
This quarterback? Total opposite of deflated "footballs"...
I don't even like football!
But I like Danny Manning....
He's hot. With an insane body. Just looking at it makes me melt.
When he talks to me, it makes my head spin in excitement.
And when he touches me, it makes me sigh in pleasure.
I can't get enough of the guy! And he knows that!
Sure, he's so famous that it's a bit hard to adjust.
I may or may not have let it all go to my head.
Now I'm playing with fire by becoming the media darling.
But it's a double-edged sword. I could end up going from America's Sweetheart to Public Enemy if I'm not careful.
But being careful is something I'm not good at.
Not when I'm around him.
We'll just have to see how much trouble this tight end and quarterback combination gets up to, won't we?
*** It's the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Football Player in this installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***
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20
Fiona
“Oh my God, look at that one!” Christine is waving furiously, pointing at one of the guys on the field. I place my hand over my eyes, narrowing them into slits and trying to see the man Christine is pointing to.
“Which one? There are hot guys everywhere, Chris,” I tell her, and it’s the truth. I don’t know what it is about football players, but they just look so hot and indecent. The kind of men you don’t want to tell your mom about ... but exactly the kind of men you want to climb in through your bedroom window.
To be honest, I’m not a big football fan; Christine is. When I look down at the field, I barely have any idea what’s happening. All I see are hot men running around and crashing into each other, their corded muscles rippling on impact, and that’s just fine with me.
“Look!” Christine punches my shoulder without even bothering to look down at me. She’s standing up now, pointing frantically at one of the
men standing close to us in one of those wonky formations right on the 50-yard line. That’s right, we’re this close to the action, right behind the platoon of photographers snapping photos of these hot pieces of—ahem, of the players. Ashley hooked us up with tickets, just one of the perks of having a man who’s a billionaire.
“Oh, I see him!” I squeal, finally realizing who Christine is pointing to—Danny Manning, the New York Nailers quarterback. You’ve heard of him, right? He was the Nailers' first pick two years ago, and now he’s on the fast track to earning his team its first Super Bowl ring in like ten years, which totally makes sense considering he’s the hottest piece of ass in the league.
“God, just look at that…” Christine trails off, finally sitting down. Her mouth is hanging slightly opening, and I don’t even want to think about the kind of stuff she’s probably imagining right now. Not that I can blame her. There’s a lot of indecency going on inside my mind as well. But, hey, I’m single.
“Uh-uh, Chris, stop it. You already have Professor Hung just for yourself, leave a few men on the table, will you?”
“Looking isn’t sinning, that’s what my mom always said,” she simply shrugs, and I know she means it. She turned into a hopeless romantic after she started dating Anders Trask, her former college professor. He’s hot as hell and, according to the ‘rumors’ (well, we egg Christine on to tell us all the dirty details), he’s also huge; I don’t have to explain that last one, do I?
“I don’t know about your mom, Chris, but I’d be down for some sinning with Danny…” I mutter, unblinking as I watch him position himself behind the offensive line. He has just instructed his team on some play, and now he's trotted to his position, his hands on his knees as he bends over.
