Princely Passions 2(31)
"Stone, you want to fuck me?" I ask, stepping closer to him and running a finger down the full length of his erection.
He grins widely but says nothing.
"You don't just invite a gal up to your room and not plan to fuck her." I look to see if he's going to offer anything up. "But I guess it wouldn't be the right thing to do," I say, pulling my finger back.
Stone's hand grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, my breasts slapping into the wall of his chest. "You don't look like you ever worry about being a good girl," Stone says, his voice low and sultry.
My pussy is so wet right now. The way he's looking at me is enough to make me squirm, but the deep sound in his voice makes me weak in the knees. If I wasn't planning to fuck him before, well, that low rumble like a wild animal ready to pounce me? That totally sealed the deal.
"Do you like bad girls?" I ask Stone, my voice catching in my throat.
He hasn't let go of my wrist. His thumb brushes softly over the skin.
It makes me sigh a little, involuntarily. I can't believe how strong of a reaction I'm having to him. I'm not thinking about the story at all now. I'm not thinking about the pills being real or a lie. I'm not thinking about anything except if he's going to undo my bra.
Stone's breathing long, deep breaths that press my nipples hard against his firm, six pack abs and chest that I'm practically plastered to. His hand at the back of my bra undoes the clasp.
My sizeable breasts spill out from the fabric.
Stone fucking growls in response. He lifts me up to him, lightning fast.
My legs wrap around him and I gasp.
He makes short order of the space between us and the bed, which he drops me onto and immediately he tears down my skirt. The fabric is in tatters.
He likes what he finds.
"No panties?" Stone looks me in the eyes with a devilish smile and a wicked twinkle in his dark eyes.
What? Stone is right. I'm not much for being a good girl.
His hands go to my thighs and he spreads them apart fast and hard.
I gasp and I'm panting. God. I'm going to fuck him. I can't wait to see what he's working with, bare, and not taunting me through clothes. I look at that outline. His cock is easily bigger than anything I've had in my mouth before. I lick my lips. Bigger than anything that's been in my pussy before. I'm all about new thrills.
Stone steps back. He pulls his shirt off with one hand behind his back, looking at me with fire in his gaze.
My blood is rushing through my body like it's on fire. My heart rate is pounding fast through my body.
He goes for his belt. Slow. Oh, he knows he's torturing me.
I can't help myself and I whimper a little. I can't have him holding out like this Stone. "If you're going to fuck me, Stone, get your ass over here."
Stone's hands stop on his belt. His eyes blaze.
Oh shit. I guess I should be concerned, but I deeply doubt he's not going to decide against fucking me because I'm being insistent that he fucks me.
His hands go back to the belt. Yanking it out, he narrows his eyes at me in warning and heads toward me. Stone grabs both my wrists, holding them over my hands and then closes my wrists up in his belt.
Kinky. I'm down for that. I wiggle my pussy at him now that he's close.
Stepping back, he shoots one finger up at me to wait. He yanks down his boxers and then comes back for me.
My eyes are torn between taking in the full length of his impressive body, or to focus on just the length of his enormous cock. It's certainly long enough; I wonder just how far down my throat I'll take him ... but he's so wide I'm also thinking about that impossibly full feeling I'll get when Stone sinks into my pussy. I'm fucking dripping wet with need thinking about feeling him bottom out in me, those big balls slapping against my ass while he fucks that hard rod so deep inside me that a scream loud enough for the whole hotel to know that Stone is up to exactly what a rock-out-with-his-cock-out rock star does.
"See," I chastise him and shake my wrists emphatically. "This is the proper time to have your cock out. Bring that here and let me suck it."
Stone looks at me and cocks his head to the side. The heated look he gives me is like a bolt of electricity from my clit to my nipples and back. I'm tingling, that's how smoldering just the way he's looking at me is, mouth parted and eyes hooded with lust.
"You'll suck this cock when your pussy covers it with cum, little miss bossy," Stone says, biting his lip. He grins at me. "You're used to getting exactly what you go after, huh? I can fix that."
Well, shit. I inhale a deep breath. I'm shivering. Plenty of guys can talk a mean game and some guys even have huge cocks, sure. But I get the quivering thighs, wet pussy, aching nipples kind of feeling that Stone can back up everything he talks, and then some.