Page 9 of Stone

“Take it out, Stone. Take it out and fuck your hand. I know you want to.” I don’t know what the hell has come over me, but I’m going with this while I can.

“Jesus,” he grits out.

The arm I hold on to jerks, and I imagine him freeing his solid cock from his boxers. Then his hand moves, and his bicep contracts with each jerk. My fingers twitch to touch him, to feel his length in my hand, but I know that will be too far for him. In all honesty, I’m scared to push for more. I’m worried I’ll push him away, so I delight in each movement and grunt of pleasureas his hips move in time with his hand and my breasts bounce at his back.

“I wish I could touch you. I wish I could feel you come undone in my hand too.”

“Fuck. Fuck,” he chants as his movements become wild, and wetness pools in my panties. “I want that, baby; I want that so fucking bad.” The way he calls me baby so easily causes me to whimper.

Is that what he would call me as he fucks me?

“You want to cover me with your cum?”

He thrusts harder. “Fuck yes. I want you to choke on it.” My fingernails dig into his skin, no doubt leaving marks of my arousal.

“Oh god,” I moan at the depiction he leaves in my mind. The thoughts of his warm cum shooting from the tip of his cock and marking me as his, make me want to slip my fingers inside me. An image of me struggling to take him while he forces his cock inside my mouth flashes before me, and when he finally erupts, it spills from my lips, leaving me a dripping mess.

“You want that, huh?” he rasps. “You want to swallow my cum?”

“Please,” I whine.

“Do you think you could take it all? All this big cock in your little pouty mouth, Sienna?”

The sound of his fist pumping his cock fills the air, and I can only imagine he has pleasure dripping from him. My mouth waters at the thought, and my clit aches for relief.

“No,” I breathe out on a ragged breath.

The sheets rustling at the speed of his movements become an erotic sound among his heavy pants, and I crave to help him. My fingernails dig deeper in his flesh, and he groans, the sound animalistic, like I’m torturing him. Really, he’s the one torturing me.

“I’d have to force myself inside you.” Oh, sweet Jesus, I want that. “Then I’d spill my cum all over you, leaving you a fucking mess. Is that what you want, baby?” His body trembles against mine.

“Oh, fuck.” His movements stutter, then he stills. The cords on his neck are wrung taut, and I place a kiss there. He flinches against my touch, then exhales before relaxing into the mattress. “Fuck.”

I can feel him wiping the cum onto his bedsheet, then he rummages with what I can only imagine is him tucking his spent cock away.

“Put your tits away,” he fires over his shoulder without giving me eye contact, and I huff, then sit up and slip my straps back into place.

“Did you make a mess?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Yeah, Sienna. I made a fucking mess. Satisfied?”

“Not exactly,” I shoot back, and wait for his response.

He turns onto his back, then his gaze travels over me, settling on my lips before staring ahead at the bare wall.

“I can’t touch you, Sienna. You know that.” There’s pain behind his eyes, pain I wish more than anything I could take away.

“But you want to?”

His eyes meet mine. “You know I do.”

“Ma-maybe I can just lay on you and move or something.” I cast my eyes down at my hands as vulnerability slices through me.

His head shoots off the pillow, and I meet his eyes as his eyebrows knit together. “Lay on me?”

Please say yes.This ache, this throb inside me, needs satiated, and I only want him to do it.

“Y-yes. On your…” I motion toward his thick thigh.

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