Page 47 of Hard as Stone
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I manage, reaching for his belt. He lets me undo it, helps me shove his jeans down his hips. And then he’s naked too, and it’s my turn to stare because this man...he’s a work of art. All hard muscle and ink. Yum.
He settles between my thighs, and I gasp at the first brush of his cock against my center. He’s hard and thick, and I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Please, Axel...” I’m not above begging. Not when it comes to him.
“Is this what you need, trouble?” His voice is a sinful rasp in my ear as he teases me by gliding his length through my seam, the ridge of his head grinding over my clit. “My cock buried deep inside this sweet little pussy?”
“Yes!” I shift upward, urging him to enter me, but his hands catch mine, pinning them above my head.
“Patience, trouble.” His mouth trails down my neck, across my collarbone. “We’ve got all night.”
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I whine as he laughs softly against my skin.
“You can and you will, because I’m gonna take my time turning you into a slut for my cock. I’ve been imagining reducing you to nothing but moans and pleas for too long to rush it now.”
His words send desire coursing through me, pooling in my core. He releases my wrists, but I keep them above my head, the desire to be at his mercy licking at my veins. He takes his time kissing his way down until he’s right where I need him most. “Axel,” I pant as he flicks his tongue over my clit, sending me arching off the bed.
“Oh, I’ve missed this,” he mumbles before diving in with delicious enthusiasm, lapping and sucking and nibbling until I’m a mewling mess beneath him. I’m reduced to a quivering mess.
“Axel, I...” My words devolve into a moan as he slides two fingers into me, his thumb working circles around my clit.
“I know, sweetheart,” he purrs against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “I fucking know.”
And god, does he ever. Fingers and tongue and lips, it’s too much yet not enough. “Axel, I can’t...Axel!”
“Come for me, trouble,” he growls, before sucking my clit into his mouth.
That’s all it takes. I fly apart, my body convulsing around his fingers as an orgasm, the likes of which I’ve never felt before, tears through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, my hands fisting in his hair as I cry out and ride his face as he licks and sucks and keeps me flying high. “Axxxeeeeeeeelllllll!”
He continues to work me through my orgasm, his tongue gentling as the aftershocks subside. When I finally collapse back against the mattress, boneless and sated, he starts kissing his way back up my body.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs. “I could spend all night between these thighs.”
I shiver at his words, desire already building again despite how hard I just came. “Good,” I manage, tugging at his shoulders. “Because right now, I need you inside me.”
Axel groans, his eyes nearly black with desire as he settles between my thighs. “I need that too, trouble. Need to feel that silky heat of your cunt wrapped tight around me.”
“Oh god! Yes,” I moan, desperate for exactly that. “Now stop talking dirty and fuck me.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest. “So demanding.” But he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I gasp, and he pushes in slowly, inch by delicious inch, stretching me in the most exquisite way. When he’s fully seated, we both moan at the sensation.
“Christ, Poppy.” His voice is strained, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold still. “You feel incredible.”
I experimentally clench around him, and he hisses through his teeth. “Don’t move,” he grits out. “Or this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
I can’t help but smirk up at him. “What’s the matter, Road Captain? Afraid you won’t recover fast enough to keep up with me?” I punctuate my teasing with a roll of my hips.
His growl vibrates through me as he digs his fingers into my hips. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, punching the breath from my lungs. “You want it hard and fast, trouble? Want me to fuck this bratty attitude right out of you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching to meet his next thrust. “Give it to me, Axel. I can take it.”
His eyes flash with feral need. “Fuck, I love you.” Then he’s moving, pounding into me with a force that rocks the bed. The stretch and burn as he fills me over and over is magnificent, and I meet him thrust for thrust, urging him deeper, harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants against my neck. “Take my cock. Fucking made for me, this sweet cunt.”
I can only moan in response, too lost to the sensation of him moving inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars withevery snap of his hips. His skin is slick with sweat against mine, the sounds of our joined bodies the only thing that can penetrate the haze of pleasure.
