Page 114 of Stone: The Precursor

“Please kiss me again.” I lean over her body and kiss her, eating at her lower lip. “You taste so good. Cherries and smoke.” When she holds my face staring at me, I let her look. Her smallhands cupping my rough jaw shouldn’t make my heart beat this fast. “I love tasting it.”

“I thought you said it was bad.”

“Please. I don’t care. I want to taste it in your mouth.”

I lean over and pick up my cigarette and take a long drag. “Open your mouth. Draw it inside and then blow it back into mine.”

She nods quickly, opening her mouth. I blow softly into her mouth and she holds it, breathing it backing into mine. I suck it it in and blow it out of my nostrils. Her moan is followed by a whimper. “So good. I can’t believe I just did that. I make terrible choices around you.”

“Let’s see if I can’t get you to sin some more, Countess.”

I take another drag and blow it over her nipples, watching the wisps of smoke curl around her body. Kissing my way down, sampling the bold bitterness. The earthiness. “It makes your skin taste like vanilla, molasses, and spices, Countess. Delicious flavors.”

Sucking on her nipples I groan, wanting to eat her alive. Consume her. Moving down, I continue decorating her skin with my smoke exhales and saliva. When I reach her pussy, my knees feel weak. Liquid covers her folds. “Hold your legs back, baby. I want to look.” She grips behind her knees and I sit on the chair, needing to play, needing to savor this moment and let my hands explore all her curves, all those dips, all the secret places that I have yet to plunder. I want her ass again. I want to fuck her like this, here on my table with my cock in her pussy and my fingers in her ass.

I observe her tattoo, the one I gave her the first time I ate her cunt. The crown and the words call to me. My bite mark from yesterday is starting to fade. I can’t have that. I run my teeth over her tattoo, softly biting the design again. I want her to go home with the imprint of me on her skin. I know it’s temporary.They will heal and fade long after we are done, but for now her body will belong to me. And fuck if my teeth marks don’t look beautiful circling the permanent mark I put on her skin.

Sucking in another lungful of smoke I blow, covering her pussy and ass, before licking them, sucking, tasting the fragrant tobacco mixed with that damn honeysuckle scent. The flavor of her and the leaves I grow myself are ambrosia. I pull her lips back and add more smoke, pushing it inside her with my tongue and fingers. I want it on my cock next.

I unbuckle my pants with one hand and blow more smoke around her body before putting the cigarette down. The kitchen is cloudy, hazy smoke covers us. Without waiting, I steadily push into her, past the resistance that I crave. The fight her pussy gives me to take my cock is irresistible.

“It hurts, Stone. Please I need?—”

“What do you need, Countess?” Her face is twisted, brows furrowed. “Touch yourself.” Consumed with her I watch as she reaches us, her fingers tunneling between her lips. Her fingers touch my shaft before she moves them back up and uses four fingers to circle her clit, applying the pressure she likes. Wanting her even more out of her mind, I reach below and touch her ass.

She curses, arching her back. “Stone!”

My middle finger pushes into her ass and she starts to tremble, her open thighs shaking on my waist.

I pull my fingers out of her ass and suck them, adding spit. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Her eyes open. She heaves in a breath. “Keep your eyes on me.”

“I will. I will. Put them back.” She turns her head to the side and I tilt her chin back.

I slide my tongue up her neck and trail my lips along her ear. “Put them where?” I hold still, ruthlessly denying the urge to fuck her quickly and come deep inside her.

“My ass.”

“You want my fingers back in your ass?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.”

“Then look at me.”

She looks at me, her pupils dilated, blown in want, in need.

I dip my fingers in her pussy that’s still stretched around my cock, gathering the lubrication she needs and slowly slide it back inside her. “This virgin ass still needs training, Countess. I want my cock in there soon.”

Even as I say it, I feel the hesitation, the hiccup in my chest because it is a future that I can’t bank on. Every stroke of my cock inside her is dismantling another brick in solidification of my friendship with her brother.

I fuck both her holes. One with my cock and the other with my fingers.

Her moans get louder, and the hand she uses to play with her clit, moves faster. Keeping my middle finger firmly in her ass, I use my other hand to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her eyes are trained on me and I move my hand up to her neck, testing, teasing. She bites her lips and grabs my wrist. At first I think it’s to deny, but she nods. It’s permission, and a plea.

I press into the sides slightly letting her feel my control, letting her enjoy being dominated. Her pussy grips me harder, hips lifting, meeting the thrust of my cock and my finger. I look down at her and tell her the truth. The only truth I can give her right now about how I feel. “Your pussy is like that first hit of nicotine, Countess. The burn in my lungs. Addicting.”

She comes screaming, her finger nails tearing into the wood on either side of her hips. Gouging the pine, leaving marks behind, marks I want on my body.