I want nothing more than just that. If I thought begging would help, that’s what I’d be doing right now. I roll my hips, keeping my thighs spread as wide as he has positioned them. I jut my breasts forward. If begging won't help—I suspect it would only push him to tease me further—then I'm going to try enticing him. I saw how he looked at me when he showed up for our interview. I know that he wants what I have. And I desperately want him to enjoy me.
Stone fists his enormous cock, pushing hard up on the skin until his hand reaches the purple head, and makes the veins throb on that massive tool. Fuck, I can't believe the size of his dick, and his hands stroking him seem to only make the monster bigger.
I'm at once thrilled and genuinely challenged. I hold my breath when he gets closer. He brings his hand from his cock to grab the end of the belt holding my hands and he pulls on them.
Jostling me and pulling me closer to him, I bite my lower lip and gasp at the sharp sting of the leather on my wrists.
Stone's other hand grabs my chin, making me look at him. "I want to devour those tits. I'm going to come all over them, soon. But first I want to get a taste."
Releasing my hands, Stone sits next to me on the bed, and then pulls me into his lap.
My thighs dangle for a moment, still spread wide like he pressed them apart. When my mind wraps around him grabbing me, I slap them against his back and hold tight to him, tangling my legs around Stone to grip him, and pull my pussy right over his cock. I line my wet pussy up to his rock hard cock, hands free or not, my body finds the way. I want to sink down on him and fuck him right now. My slick folds are aching for him to fill them up with that huge rod. I'm squirming against him.
But he won't let me have it that easy.
I knew that, but it doesn't stop a girl from trying.
"Not so fast," Stone growls, closing his mouth over one of my tits. His teeth and tongue war with capturing my skin.
I gasp. My body reacts in such a mix of ecstasy and surprise I can't catch my breath for a moment through the pleasure, pain, and surprising sensations that all ripple through me. My hands are behind his neck, and looped around him, in a way that it's almost like a sweet endearing thing a girl would do with her boyfriend. Something romantic. But Stone is not my boyfriend and there's nothing romantic about this.
There's nothing sweet or gentle about the way his mouth closes over my breasts, or how he grips my ass so tightly, digging in and claiming me. I know that his fingerprints are going to still be there tomorrow, and I like the ferocity in his touch. The raw need.
I mean, yes, I'm still struggling against his hold to grind my pussy against that incredible cock, but I do also love not being able to, too. I'm something I never let myself be. In Stone's hold, on his lap, my tits in his mouth while he devours me? I'm helpless. Just a servant to his horny whims.
Fuck, if what he said about the pills is true, I'm getting fucked from the Hyde side of Jekyll and Hyde tonight. I dare to think...if that is true, then what's Jekyll like? The smarmy way he thought that he could make this interview less than serious was charming in how I could tell he was putting on airs. As if he should want to be that kind of cocky asshole? Who am I kidding, though, it just made me ready to both chastise him and show him my pussy so I could see what he could do to it. Sometimes, rhyme and reason have no place in horniness and lust.
His eyes peering up at me from my tits while he moves onto the other one shakes me further away from my thoughts. The wet popping sound of him releasing one tit to take on the other. The slick feel of my pussy against his bare leg, teasing me with my unfulfilled need ... it's all too much of a distraction from any of my pondering.
Stone is nuzzled between my tits and licking the valley between my breasts now. "I could lick your amazing fucking tits for days," he both compliments and teases me. Stone's actual words vibrate against my skin.
I'm thrumming with desire, the urge for him to fuck me so strong and at the forefront of my mind that I whimper.
Stone nips at the flesh of my breasts again. "But I feel a very wet pussy that needs some attention." He looks up at me with a wide grin. He unloops my hands from his neck and stands us both up.
I don't have time to adjust to the standing.
Flipping me around and bending me over, Stone's hands undo and redo the belt on my hands so that he can hold them behind his back and pull. His mouth? Squarely on my pussy and making me bounce against him.
I groan loudly, the sensation of his mouth on my needy sex making me want to cry out, but the intensity of the feeling of him finally touching my ignored, greedy clit, and swollen folds overwhelming me to the point where only those groans are possible. A cry is caught in my throat and strangled by stimuli. My wrists are starting to burn, sweat against my skin beginning to chafe with the leather. It isn't quite enough to be painful, but it's enough to keep me from coming just yet. Those pinprick sensations pull me back when his face is working my pussy over so good that the tides of orgasm are pulling me in. This push-pull desire circumnavigates all reason and turns me into a wild, wanton animal for him.