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.
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.