Page 106 of Stone: The Precursor

His eyelids lower, focusing on my lips. That cruel smile I’ve come to know curves his lips. He leans forward and clamps my lower lip between his teeth, biting me. I suck in a breath at the sharp pain. He releases me and stares at the minor wound before whispering against my lips.

“You will take me again. I warned you, Countess. This is what you signed up for the moment you dared to come here. I won’t stop. I haven’t had my fill of you.”

He begins to eat my pussy again, his warm tongue soothes the soreness from earlier. He sits up and pushes my legs wide, looking between my legs.

“You’re sore?”

I nod.

“Words, Countess. Everything you think and feel I want to know. When it hurts, when it feels good. I require it.”

“Yes. My ass is sore from your knife. My pussy from your fingers and your cock.”

“Ah, yes.” He smiles. It’s a smile of contentment, and yes, there is something maniacal about it. He pets my pussy fondly. “This beautiful body took a beating tonight, didn’t it?” His pointer finger slides through my wet slit. I’m dripping wet, my body spellbound, reacting to his words. “Four of my fingers, and my cock.” He picks up his hand, licking four of his fingers, sucking them all into his mouth before sliding them back down, up and down over my lips, before pausing. The heat from my hand feels good. “Poor thing.” He casually slides down my body until his head is between my legs, nuzzling his face right in my pussy, his nose nudges my clit. “You smell like me, taste like me.”

The long, luxurious lick from the bottom of my pussy to the top has me arching my neck. Stone’s mouth is hot, and I fuckinglove it. I open my legs wider, holding his head in place.

“My cum tastes delicious on you, Countess.”

“Fuuuucckk, Stone!”

His tongue pushes inside me, and I jackknife up on my elbow and stare down at his head moving between my legs. “So you so good,” I croon, grinding, lifting my pussy up to meet that searching muscle. He doesn’t stop, and the pleasure continues.

I thought he would rush this time, but again, he’s slow, methodical, drawing it out. The urge to hurry, chase the pleasure, is there, but he won’t let me slow down. He fucks me slowly, not letting me look away. I claw at him. “Please hurry.”

“No.”

“Why?” I demand, near shouting.

“Because I do what I want, Camryn. I like making you wait to come. Denying your pleasure on my terms is the type of man I am, and it’s what you need.”

“Why do I need that?”

“Because the other men in your life didn’t savor you, they didn’t take care of you the way you needed.”

Holy shit. This man is going to make me pass out. Who the hell is he, and where did he come from? “How do you know?” I breathe, filled with shock at his words. Stone doesn’t answer me, but for some reason, I feel like he knows something I never said. That no man has ever really satisfied me. Reed sure as hell didn’t.

He lifts me up, holding my ass in his hands, and I grip the pillow on either side of my head, holding onto something because his tongue and lips are sucking me in, lashing my clit to the point of painful pleasure. I can’t catch my breath, feeling like I’m free-falling into the bright white light behind my eyelids.

After she comes, he climbs up her body.

“How does your pussy feel?”

I can’t talk, and I suck in lungfuls of air, my entire body feeling the pleasure.

“Open your eyes. I told you I need words.” He bites my lower lip.

“Yes. Yes. I feel great.”

“Good.” The next instant, he slides inside me, and I moan, long and loud, tensing still at his size.

“Submit to me, Countess. Let me inside.”

I inhale and relax my body, letting him fucking me,and just like before, he’s slow, like he has all the time in the world.

Time after time, he fucks me. He’s right. The men in my past didn’t know me at all. Even I don’t recognize the woman who pleads for pleasure.

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