by Alex Elliott
He probably says that to all the girls he rides. In bed, I bet he thinks he’s God’s gift to women.
“You’re such a dick.”
“Correction, Ken-ne-dy.” He says my name as his hips pound in rapid slams against my bottom, forceful enough to break up his gravelly voice into sexy syllables. Changing tempo, he slows, pumping his cock to the hilt inside me. Without stopping, he spreads my ass cheeks and withdraws his shaft, groaning in a low growl, “Ah. So beautiful. You should see this sight.”
I peek over my shoulder to find him staring down between our bodies. “Admiring your cock?”
“Sweetheart, I’ve got a big one and we both love being inside your hot pussy.”
Glancing away, I taunt him, “Really. I hadn’t noticed.”
He chuckles darkly, like that’s the perfect thing I could have uttered. “Are you saying we should take this up a notch? I can fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Just say so.”
Clenching around him, I arch upward. “I can take whatever you have to give.”
Again he laughs and the mocking note in his voice makes my skin pebble as I tighten around his dick. Unlike me, the man isn’t lying. He’s hung like a Spartan. Perfect accessory for his gargantuan ego. He’s a fucking demon, and I can’t hold back.
“Beautiful, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he promises as he hikes up my hips, and slams back into me. Superhard. Plunging into me, he grinds his hips roughly against my ass, forcing me take him deeper. Beat upon beat, he rams his rod into me, holding my shoulders down to the mattress as he has his way with my pussy. I bow my head. I’m so overwrought with the thunderous pleasure ripping through me that I claw at the sheet.
“Oh God!” I can’t hold on.
“You need more. Don’t you?” His fingers travel up my spine, then he grasps my breasts, squeezing each forcefully. He takes me harder, pummeling his cock into me. As he fucks me, he palms my breasts, grunting harsh sounds, and I thrash under him. Stone lowers the cups of my bra and captures my tits, owning my naked flesh in his warm palms.
“You’re so...” I groan, unable to relay how amazing he feels inside me.
“Fuck!” he curses low, and yanks my head back, holding a fistful of my hair, and grabs my chin, lifting my face. “I asked a yes or no question. If you don’t want me to teach you how to behave, then answer me!” His green eyes are almost black as I stare up at him.
I’m lost. So lost and I can’t lie to him. I crave more—fuck so much more that I’m willing if not wanting to do whatever he suggests to heighten this mad rush.
“Yes! Give me more,” I say and he recaptures my breasts, cupping and kneading each.
Stone pounds into me like an animal. He pumps his hips harder, thrusts his cock deeper with each stroke, and thrums my nipples in time with each slam of his hips.
I place my hands over his, pressing his fingers into my flesh. “Please...don’t stop.”
Without warning, he pinches each sensitive peak between his fingers, delivering rapid-fire jolts of pleasure deep into my belly. Arching upward, I moan—beg for more with half-words. My body responds to each of his thrusts, getting hotter and more unhinged as though I were skating a line, ready to fall into an abyss. All I have to do is let go.
Where is that lesson I was ready to deliver to him? The one where I vowed to be arctic and detached. Calculating.
So not...what’s happening. He’s clearly the leader in delivering on his promises. If anything I’m coming...undone. Climaxing with the intensity of a cyclone.
“You’re a great fuck, Kennedy.”
“Then fuck me!”
“Baby, you think you can take what I have to give?” He slows, pulling me back onto his cock, lowering his hands.
“Yes...everything. Show me, Stone.”
He growls out a curse, rubbing his palms up to my shoulders, then he retraces his fingers down my spine. I quiver under his touch, my stomach muscles tighten...his fingertips feel like red-hot embers torching my self-control.
“Fuck it!” He grabs me around my waist, ramming his cock into me so hard and hungry I can’t hide my shudder of pleasure, and cry out.
“Yes!” The absolute bliss I feel tangles with splintering shards of pain.
He’s rough, fucks me fiercely, and plunges his cock into my pussy again. And again. Mercilessly, he bangs into me in a fast-paced rhythm that’s shattering my self-control...until yeah, I’m close. I’m ready to explode. He moves his hands to my shoulders, hooking his fingers while thrusting and grinding his erection farther inside me like a battering ram.
“Ohhh,” I moan.
“Oh? Better be saying ‘Bennett’ when you come. I’ll blow your mind by the time I’m finished with you... if you ask nicely, sweetheart.”
I’m so there I’ll do anything he asks except beg. The road to hell has so many fine intentions and this man is fucking my self-preservation right out of my body. In this hotel room, he asserts an animalistic type of ownership over me but I’d rather eat dirt than admit that to him. Never, never ever spill or he’ll never let me forget.
“No!”
“Do you want me to stop?” he grunts and actually slows mid-stroke in our twisted, slamming fuck.
“No!” Holy hell, I’m going to scream if he stops and I tense my muscles, ready to demand he keep going. Words crouch on my tongue. I’m confused what to say—what to admit. The pressure of his fingers increases and I growl out another, “No!”
“Can you say something else besides ‘No?’”
“Screw you.” I laugh, belly rippling as my pussy pulsates, and I grind down on his cock until it’s he who’s groaning. Loudly.
“Christ, when you do that...” Stone grips my hips with his large hands and his long fingers curl possessively over my skin. He hauls my hips upward then down, impaling himself deep inside me to the point of glittery pain.
“Give me more. Whatever you have!” I tremble, unable to stop from upping the ante. Over and over he thrusts into me as I rock my hips, riding his cock, and risk a crash landing.
“Let me in. All the fucking way inside you.” He splays my ass cheeks, pumping his cock into my pussy.
Never have I had sex this rough, this raw, and he’s gonna leave marks, bruises from the intensity of his fingertips pressing into my skin. Not even that thought deters me from tilting my pelvis, seeking all of him. “Take me.”
“That’s it,” he says, driving his length into me, withdrawing, and then hurling himself back within me in a savage thrust.
I don’t want him to stop and I don’t back away, but lower my forehead, gripping the mattress, giving him a better angle.
That’s it. His words echo, echo. Echo.
I let him ride me, pushing back onto his shaft, and moving his hands to my tits. Our fingers are threaded as he squeezes my breasts with the same brutal intensity in how he’s fucking me. So unbelievably hard and expertly demanding—mind-blowing to find out how rough feels so right. I relish his type of pain-driving touch. The sensation of splintering apart is catching up to me when I’m at the brink and ready to leap.
He lowers and bites my shoulder. “Do you want to come? Hard?” he whispers, the raspy sound of his words fall like insidious boulders. Or wicked bricks of temptation, stacking higher and higher.
His proposition sweeps over me, beckoning me to say ‘yes, yes, yes.’ Accept and submit to him, and allow him to fulfill this physical ache deep inside my belly. But he’ll know that I’m down for whatever he suggests—no matter how extreme. I moan, unable to answer him. I can’t. He withdraws completely and I gasp in shock. Pushing upward, I glance behind me.
A stern expression blankets his face.
“Are you stopping?” Is this his goddamn MO?
A muscle along his jaw twitches and he reaches down, clasping me under my elbows and lifts, spinning me around to face him. His cock bobs between us, shiny with my juices. Is he going to leave? Leave me at the point of losing my mind?
“Xavia!” He growls my name once. He doesn’t speak further, but palms my head, drawing me to him. Our mouths meet and his tongue forces its way across my lips, thrusting deeper and harder than I imagine possible. He takes me over the edge, using his mouth as a sensual weapon where our tongues dance and duel, until I’m snaking my arms up and around his shoulders, pressing my breasts into his hard chest as the buttons of his shirt rub against my sensitive peaks.
He abruptly stops kissing me—more like devouring—and feathers his fingers on either side of my face. “Focus on my previous instruction. Do you or do you not want to come like you’ve never climaxed before?”
In truth, this is the first time I’m wet and swollen—soaked—and I’m jittery, near to the point of no return. I’d sell my soul. I’m ready...
“Please,” I say, wanting him to do me and simultaneously wishing to conceal that fact from him.
His eyes are luminous, his pupils fully dilated, and when he stares at me, I can’t look away. Stone’s long lashes sweep downward in a slow blink, and the effect is sensually arresting if not hypnotic.
“Wrong,” he rasps, his mouth inches from my face. “You will ask me to make you come. Now. If you don’t, I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down comfortably for a week, and there won’t be anymore nice, polite fucking tonight. You’ll get what you deserve...my help to compel you to follow my directives.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Wouldn’t I? You wanted in on my team, sweetheart.”
I narrow my eyes. My God, he’s so over-the-top. “I’m not going to beg you!”
“Then you’ve made your decision.” He laughs, a self-assured mocking reply, and without another word, he hoists me up against him, following with a rapid stepping back. Stone sits on the mattress, bringing me down across his muscular thighs.
I’m facing the plush carpeting. This has to be a joke.
“Do you do this with other...interns?” Maybe this is part of the deal and why he’s a rock star...some sort of scandal waiting to explode.
“Not one. Not ever,” he says, his voice tight. He wraps his tie around my wrists, snapping a knot in place. “You’re the first. Now stop squirming.” His husky tone provokes a livewire within me, and the hairs over my body stand straight up.
I try and pull my wrists apart, but his tie is tightly wound, keeping my wrists firmly locked. I snap my gaze to his, needing to know what he has in mind. “What are you doing?”
“You’re going to learn to be respectful and do what you’re told the first time, Ms. Kennedy. That’s how our time together works. Remember lesson one and two. Our time is a commodity and I won’t have it wasted.”
I want to howl. What is he talking about? He sounds like he’s delivering a warped lecture on Hill decorum, not a scintillating finale to the best fuck I’ve ever enjoyed. The next thing I feel is the sharp sting of pain, sizzling across my bottom, and I arch upward to no avail.
Stone has me trapped with a curling band of steel—his muscular arm is locked around my middle. He effortlessly keeps me on his lap and right next to his corrugated plank abs. “Going somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t think so.” To demonstrate who holds all the cards, he spanks me harder, and with that smack, he lets go a hoarse grunt from deep within his chest. I groan at the biting sensation assaulting my nerve endings, reverberating from his palm, slapping my ass. The coiling lust he tapped earlier weaves stronger and deeper in my belly. How does he know I enjoy this? I didn’t even have a clue before tonight.
Unexpectedly, Stone smacks my bottom with a force that has me crying out. He doesn’t stop or relent but continues spanking me, alternating between cheeks. Repeatedly he slaps my ass on the same spot. Dead aim. He spanks me over and over until both my cheeks are on fire. Near to begging, I rub against his muscular thighs, craving him back between my legs. I grind my hips seeking relief only he can provide.
Every part of me screams for him. An erotic chant, echoes in my blood, and I moan. Whimper. “Bennett, please.”
“Let me,” he murmurs and spanks me, rubbing his hand over my skin. The cracking sound of his smack is loud. He lands his palm flush to my bottom until I’m rocking my hips for more of something I can’t even name. My mind is as seared as my skin.
Cell-by-cell, I come alive with each smack from his large palm, teaching me that he has the goods. He rubs his hand over my bottom in a slow, measured massage, dipping his fingers between my ass cheeks. Flexing my hips, I seek his fingertips—needing him more than my next breath. He grazes my pussy. His touch delivers a bolt of bliss that races deep inside me, pulsing in my sex. He’s teasing me—exquisitely tormenting me.
“Please,” I whisper, desperate to have his fingers splay my folds apart.
“Ready to follow a direction?” he asks in a gravelly voice.
I meet his gaze that looks steely, hungry and almost proprietary, and I nod, biting my lip. “Yes.”
“Spread those beautiful legs of yours,” he commands, brushing loose tendrils of my hair back from my face.
Forget hesitation. I open my legs and hold my breath, unsure what he has in store. He grazes his fingers down between my thighs, splaying my pussy as I lift my hips in response. He toggles my clit, pinching me between his fingers, and I jerk back from his rough touch. Oh God, rippling pleasure bursts like fireworks along my skin and my insides squeeze tight.
“So responsive. You’re wet and swollen. Fuck, I sure as hell can pick them. You owe me an apology, little girl. Or a finder’s fee.”
What was he referring to...pick them?
Recklessly, I say the first thing that comes to mind, “Go find and fuck yourself.”
“You’re stubborn.” That’s all he says before he spanks me more forcefully this time. Stone swats my ass cheeks in rapid succession, delivering each precisely in the same spot. Holy hell!
Molten fire spreads across my bottom. So many smacks rain down. I can’t hold my head up and bend over his thighs, closing my eyelids.
“Please,” I hiss the word after he spanks me so hard tears sting my eyes.
“Did I say to look away?” He stops and fists my hair.
“This is too much,” I choke out.
“Look at me,” he demands.
I shake my head. I can’t let him see me undone.
He pulls my hair, making me arch my neck as he lowers his mouth to my ear. “You’re still fighting me, so no it’s not too much. Don’t glance away or I’ll start again. And if I have to, I’ll spank that wet pussy of yours. Unless of course you’d like to cooperate, and then I can suck on your clit as you soak my mouth with your screaming orgasm. Which is it going to be? Nice or hard?”
His arrogant tone cuts through my cloud of pain laced with aching need. A wave of heat bursts from between my shoulder blades, and I grit my teeth. No way is he going to have me begging. “Fuck nice!”
“Oh you don’t know when to quit. Fuck nice it is then!” Stone switches from using his hand, to using his belt. The skin over my backside burns and serves as an oh-what-a-big-mouth reminder on who is spanking whom.
I refuse to bow down and hold myself upward with my bound wrists, determined to take each strike of his belt without flinching. Yet each smack slices through my resolve until tears pour from my eyes, pelting down my cheeks. I try to wipe my face on my shoulder, but I’m almost too strung out to care. I can’t hold myself up at this angle.
Prickling droplets of sweat erupt as a veil of euphoria overwhelms my senses. It’s not the fiery smacks holding me captive. An ecstatic charge jets up my spine, igniting a flash of erotic hunger within me. I squirm...needing...needing relief.
This is crazy but I can’t fight what my body craves. I want Stone inside me. Deep, deep inside me. “Okay. Please,” I murmur. “You’re right. You win! I want you to fuck me. I want what you’re offering. Is that what you want to hear?”
Not another second passes and he lifts me upward only to toss me face d
own onto the bed. “Turn over,” he instructs me.
Rolling over, I watch as he climbs onto the bed, still partially clothed, his cock fully erect. Bigger than before—is that even possible?
“Bend your knees and bring up your legs.” He grips his dick at the base, close to his balls, and aligns his cockhead to my pussy.
I shiver from his rough touch—the promise of him fucking me just like I need. His cock nudges inside me as my nipples turn into diamond points. “You like to give orders. A lot.”
“And you like being spanked, don’t you? You won’t be such a prick tease if you were spanked regularly by a man who knows what to do to get you in line.”
“And I suppose you’re that man?”
He clenches his jaw and thrusts into me. Deeply embedded inside me, Stone plants his knees near my ass cheeks, and lifts my legs over his shoulders. “You tell me.”
Curling his fingers over my thighs, he pounds his cock into me. His balls spank the seam of my ass, alighting fire to the sting assaulting my cheeks.
I moan in response, refusing to admit his assertion is so fucking true. So so true as he holds onto my legs, and repeatedly pounds into me harder and faster.
“Tell me. Do you want a man who can teach you what it means to submit?”
My eyelids are heavy and flutter. Yes. I need this type of conquering—mind obliterating. I need him. “I-I...” I stammer, floating.
He drives his dick into me, then leans his body across mine, and curls his fingers around my throat, squeezing forcefully. “Look at me.”
My eyes flash open and I feel his fingers tighten, digging into my flesh. He isn’t playing some BDSM game.
“Do you want me to teach you?” he asks in a soft voice only the devil should own. Staring down at me, he cocks his eyebrow, our gazes locking.
“I don’t know.” That’s a lie.
“Yes. You do!”
In that instant, I’m fully aware he’s serious in his domination, and fuck, I’m turned on. A shimmering wave of lust runs through my veins, making me clench. I quiver in response, rolling my hips, drawing him deeper inside. His eyes glint, his lips curl. With his other hand, he threads his fingers into my hair and yanks. God, I can’t believe I love when he does that—but I do!
