Princely Passions 2(43)

"Death by Gisele's ass is the best fucking way to go," Stone says, his lips kissing my forehead.

It's so tender, and every sensation I'm already feeling has me on overload, I almost feel like I'm going to cry. I take a deep breath and push away that feeling. "You feel so amazing," I manage to say instead.

Stone's thumb strokes my cheek. "You do," he says. His voice is low. "I'm going to fill your gorgeous ass up with my cum. You're going walk out of here loaded up with everything my cock has to offer. Only you and I will know what a hot secret that'll be," he says, and he sucks in his lower lip and captures it with his teeth. I'm stilling rolling through fields of the endless orgasmic sensations that his cock in my ass seems to put on repeat, but watching him come undone is making me shake harder. I thought him singing my name was sensual? I feel his balls load up against my ass and his cock go from rock hard, to steel hard, to hot titanium, and I'm stunned. Hot, thick loads of his cum shoot deep inside me. The raw, primal sensation of him coming in my ass is so erotic. But his face is the most sensual, beautiful, incredible thing I've ever seen. Stone is practically etched with visual poetry, the way his face contorts in pleasure at the massive orgasm he unloads in my ass.

Stone's eyes capture mine, and hands dig into my back. He growls, loud, a roaring sound for a thundering orgasm that he's pounding into me. I'm falling apart around him and he's nearly emptied his balls into me. Without his death grip holding me up, I'd flop onto the floor like a pile of limbs.

When he's finally coming down from his own intense orgasm, he pulls his cock out. I gasp loudly when I'm empty ... well, his cock is gone but my ass is so full of his cum, I guess I couldn't exactly call me empty. Stone yanks my dress down and pulls me against him, holding me. "You okay, Gisele?" he asks me.

I'm trembling in the aftershocks of our incredible adventure here. Holy fucking hell, I can't believe what we just did. I can't believe how hard I came. I can't believe how much he came inside my ass. I can't believe how goddamn sexy he looked unloading in my ass. Or how hot the way he held onto me before and is holding onto me now is.



"You okay?" Stone repeats.

I snap back to reality. He asked me that already. Guess I should respond instead of dozing off into la la land thinking about his magic cock and the never-ending orgasms.

"Oh, yeah," I say. My eyes go wide. "That was incredible," I say with a small laugh.

"Yeah, I've never fucked like this in my life. You do something to me, Gisele. Something you are welcome to do any time." Stone flashes that wide grin that makes me feel like I have legs made of jelly all over again. I straighten out my dress as best as I can. My thighs are sticky, my pussy is aching so good from use, and my ass is so full of Stone's cum I may weigh an extra pound with it inside of me.





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Stone





I’m laying on something cold. I feel around, opening my eyes slowly as I do so. Cold tile. Tiny little squares of cold tile. Why am I laying on a cold tile floor?

I roll over, realizing that I’m in a public bathroom just as …

“Gisele?” I say, jackknifing up into a sitting position. “Why are you…?” She’s pulling down her dress, like we’d just had sex. I look down at my crotch, and yeah, my cock seems like he was recently very, very, very happy. “Did we just have sex?” I ask.

“Do you remember having sex?” she asks with a naughty grin.

“No?” I say, questioningly. Because I don’t.

“Well then, who can say?” She shrugs nonchalantly.

I stare at her for a minute, trying to decide if she’s being serious or not. She just sends me a Cheshire cat grin as she pats her hair back into place in the bathroom mirror. I look up and down her smokin’ hot body, willing my brain to remember. Why can't I remember? I feel like I'm slowly going insane. I want to remember running my tongue up and down her body, over her clit, watch her as she arches her back in orgasm…

My eyebrows shoot up as she hitches up her skirt and shimmies off her thong underwear. They’re positively dripping with pussy juice, so either we just fucked or she had a real good jerkoff session. One or the other…

Pulling red lipstick out of her purse, she bends the frilly white thong with pink hearts over the bathroom sink and scrawls something on them. “Here you go, rock star,” she says, tossing the panties to me. “Give me a call sometime … when you want to have a damn good time that you’ll remember.”

I catch the white and pink concoction automatically, staring after her as she sashays out of the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind her. My eyes drop to her undies, balled up in my hands, and I smooth them out over my knee carefully, not wanting to smudge the lipstick.