by Mona Cox
I love Stone more than I knew that I could love anyone. “I love you, too,” I say in long, panting breathes as he slides his cock in and out of my pussy. "I can't believe how much I love you." That's the truth. I fight my ragged breathing to tell him.
Stone grabs my other hand and pushes them both on either side of me, squeezing them tight. His lips close over my neck and bolts of electric desire flood by veins.
I arch back against the corner of the elevator, lifting my ass and my legs up and squeezing Stone's hands. I need to drive him deeper inside me. I want him to fuck me so hard I see stars.
I don't have to say anything to him because his body gets the message mine is transmitting the message to him loud and clear. Stone releases my hands and pulls his cock out of me, then pulls me in front of him, bends me over, and slams back into me in the speed of a few heartbeats.
Holding my ankles tight, I listen to the loud, wet smacking sound of him slamming into me and I feel my thighs get dripping wet. My arousal is sliding down my thighs. I have never been so wet in my life. "Stone," I moan out his name though I have nothing in particular to say. I just can't believe how wet I am and how could he feels slamming into me. His cock is fucking so deep inside me. It is like he is touching every part of me, deep inside, and marking me everywhere is his.
My legs are shaking. Stone holds my hips and he's steadying me. My fingers grasping my ankles are digging into my flesh, clutching myself for dear life. Blood rushes to my head -- and my clit. I'm hypersensitive and Stone is not going easy on me at all. Thank this fucking god of rock; I want everything he offers and then some. This isn't like before. I know that when I fuck Stone now that it is the start of something, the two of us, together, rather than possibly the last time we touch.
I mean, just because it isn't a race doesn't mean I'm not ready to finish. At least the first time. "I'm coming!" I yell out, though the way my pussy clamps down hard on Stone's cock and my legs turn to jelly? That probably gave it away.
Stone holds me up because my legs aren't held up by me anymore. He fucks me down his cock and holds me against it. His hands roam up to my breasts and squeeze me tight to him. My heart is pounding so hard and I'm rolling in a sheen of sweat all over my body. I feel the blood rushing back to every part of my body as Stone pulls me up against his back, still fucking up into my dripping, trembling pussy. I cry out with need, not for anything in particular here, either, I just have to vocalize all of the lust that's built up inside of me and needs release now. I am alive all over, a constellation of ecstasy and pure pleasure.
Stone's fingers squeeze my breasts tight and he roves one hand up to close over my throat. My orgasm finishes off with a deeper well of desire he's sating. His hand at my throat amps up the pleasure without really cutting off my air. Just enough to get me high on him. When I come down from the high of that orgasm, Stone pulls out of me and turns me around, pulling me tight against him and then, his eyes never leaving mine, presses me against the wall.
"You went through a lot of trouble for me tonight. Including this elevator. So I think it is only fair that we make this night one we'll never forget," Stone says, and his mouth is over my neck again. He presses my buttons with kisses up and down my shoulders, my collarbone, my breasts. He pulls up for air and starts to take off his clothes. I take in the sight of him and I'm so caught up in how much I need him that I almost can't breathe.
"You're dangerous, Stone, you know that?" I smile at him, letting him know that even though I'm serious that I mean it in the nicest way possible.
"Yeah?" Stone says, sliding his shirt over his head.
God I am going to love licking every inch of this perfect man.
"Definitely. I don't know how I'm supposed to make a whole lifetime of uneven breathing and a too fast heartbeat work," I say, wringing my hands up like I'm struggling.
Girl, you know this kind of struggle is what you long for. But there's something freeing in being playful with Stone. He makes me feel at home with him no matter what filthy things we're up to or if we're just talking. I came on so hard and strong with my ambitious writer schtick but like here I am now, more me than I've ever been before because Stone sets me free.
"Not to mention you lose a gallon of your body out of your pussy before I even touch you, Gisele, you get so goddamn wet." Stone gets back on his knees and bites into my thighs. "The bar in my suite is going to be sparked with stuff with electrolytes and shit. I have ever intention of keeping you sore from how much and how hard we fuck but, like, I don't want you dehydrated."
"Stone!" I laugh and pull his face back up to kiss me. I kiss him quick on the nose. "You've got something that I'd love to hydrate with right now.
"You thinking about wrapping those sweet lips around this cock?" Stone points to the jutting monster between this thighs. "Sorry, he wants me to stand and deliver." He gives me that almost boyish coy grin.
There's truly never a dull moment with Stone. "You make me so happy," I tell him. Normally, for some reason, I wouldn't say that out loud. But I'm bold now. I'm brazen. I'm all Stone's and he deserves to hear what that means to me.
"Good, you make me happier than I knew I could be," Stone says, and he starts pumping his cock. "Now lick every drop of my cum off your perfect tits. I have to hydrate you," Stone says, sucking in his lips and nodding like he's doing something that's just oh so necessary to take care of me. I pull down the front of my dress so that my tits are free. Really, big as my breasts are, it doesn't take much to convince them to pop out for some attention.
Stone definitely enjoys this. His eyes might pop out of his head every time he looks at my tits. One day they might but for now we're safe.
Fuck, the way he looks shooting those huge ropes of cum onto my tits. A girl has to swoon when the biceps flex so good and he unloads all that pearly, creamy cum on you. I have huge breasts so I play up lifting my breasts to my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the nipple, licking up every drop. Watching him watching me is so erotic I feel like a flame is lit within me. Who am I kidding? Stone on my body? Stone near me? I've got an internal flame I'm completely willing to offer up to the Olympics. I could torch a forest with what Stone incinerates within me.
"Only you can prevent forest fires," I say with a laugh looking at Stone stroking his massive, still hard cock.
"What?" Stone laughs along with me though of course he has no idea what crazy thoughts I'm thinking. I'll be nice and tell him.
"Oh, I was just thinking that you keep my body on fire. If you don't put it out with that big fireman's hose, I might destroy a village or something," I say, giggling at the absurdity of what I've just said. "Okay, okay," I say waving my hands. "What can I say? You fucked me silly and I don't have to make sense anymore."
"That's right, babe," Stone says, pulling me close. "You don't have to make sense, you just have to be mine. Nothing in this world could make more sense than you and me. Everything fades away when you're with me. And without you...I felt like static in the wind."
Stone cups my face and kisses me. His lips slowly close over mine, pull me in. His tongue taps at seam of my lips, and I let him in. Our tongues glide over each other. His hips grind into me and I'm aching for him. He pulls back to kiss the corner of my mouth, then back to talk to me again.
"Gonna fuck you slow, savor every moment of having you back, now that we've rutted like animals," Stone says. "Not that I don't love being downright dirty with you, Gisele, but you're too good not to worship."
His lips close back over mine. Stone keeps cradling my face. And he presses his cock back into me, deep, slow. He strokes long inside me and fills me up.
I feel my pussy fluttering around him. The sensation of him fucking me slow instead of our usual breakneck speed takes my breath away. It is every bit as intense. If anything it is more intense because I have the tantalizing knowledge that his massive cock is going to fill me up so good and I have time to be able to anticipate it. I'm a vessel for er every bit of pleasure he extracts from my
body. I squeeze him with my inner walls. Capture him and pull him in deeper with every stroke.
We're breathing in time with each other and we're two souls as one. Wound together, inexplicably absent from everything but the rising tides between us that crash from two waves to one. Pleasure rolls through my body and I'm on the edge of everything. Aching and hopeful for everything. But I'm not insistent or begging. I'm content and thrilled, maxed out on pleasure. This is what absolute joy feels like. I have absolutely everything I've ever wanted. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight to me. I lean back on the wall and rock my legs up to pull him against me and hold him in tight with my legs. I know he's not going anywhere but my whole body has been overtaken by the singular urge to capture him, take him in and hold him close as I can. I'm enraptured by him and I obsessively need him. I'm floating through my mind and thinking nothing but thoughts of the scent of his skin, the feel of his chest pressed against me.
"I'm going to come again," Stone moans into my mouth. The taste of his words drown me and I need him. I wrap my legs around him and grind my hips against him, pulling him tight against me, keeping him in with hips and taking every last drop of his cum. The hot load inside me fills me up with his warm juices. I feel his cum roll down my thighs and mix with my own sticky arousal.
"You made a beautiful mess of me," say, my legs shaking around him as he holds me against him.
"You're always beautiful," Stone says, kissing my cheek.
"You're always cheesy but I love it," I say, kissing right next to his lips.
"I love you," Stone says, kissing my lips again.
He is damn cheesy, but he's good at it. Like, is it even cheesy if I love it? Or is it just good shit? Stone is that good, good shit. I can't believe everything that we've been through. I can't believe that I'm the girl who fucked a guitar god and his rock hard famous rock cock in a club bathroom. Who wrote a story about the crazy way he took pills to beat his addiction, when his withdrawal from me helped him to kick both. He's cured me of my intolerance for my own happiness. Stone leaves me uninhibited with utter confidence like no one else and nothing else can. Like I'm a strong independent but I would be lost without him. He's not just a god on guitar, he's the master of my every desire and the needs of my soul.
"If you're done, I totally understand," Stone says, licking my neck and then looking into my eyes. "But I missed you too damn much. I'm not ready to leave your pussy just let if you'll have me," Stone says with puppy dog eyes.
I can't help but laugh, but I'm already pulling his ass towards me and driving his cock back into me.
"I will never get enough of you, Stone. I paid all that I could for this elevator, so I say we make sure that I get my money's worth. Fuck me hard enough I loop back to not feeling like a limp noodle. I want your cock but I don't think I can hold my legs up without leaning against here," I tell Stone, laughing at how weak my legs are.
"You don't need your legs," Stone laughs. He grabs them both and presses them up high. "Your legs might be tired, but your pussy isn't too tired for me." He drives deeper into me and I'm shaking against him like tissue paper in front of a fan. If he wasn't holding me up I would melt into a pile on the floor of this elevator. My eyes are rolling back in my head. I bite my lips, hard.
Stone isn't having any of that though and his mouth crashes over mine, his lips claiming my own from my teeth. I let out a large moan into his mouth. The angle his fucking my pussy at right now is pure heaven and his abdomen is teasing my clit just right. I shake hard around him. I already know that I'm going to be sore tomorrow after the orgasm that's building up in me.
Well, the thing about Stone? He fucks me more than silly. He fucks me into a state of abandon where my singular goal is to just keep fucking him. Waves of pleasure short circuit every other part of my mine until only desire functions within me. My veins are pumping adrenaline through my body and I'm grinding against him. I squeeze up his cock with my pussy and whimper against his mouth. When I break the kiss and gasp for air, I struggle to get out the words that are going to bring the last semblance of energy within me to to a screeching halt.
"Well," I manage to get out, panting deep.
Stone takes this as a personal challenge and he fucks me faster. "Trying to say something, Gisele? I can't hear you." He slams harder and harder into me and I'm crying out with pleasure overtaking me.
"If my legs don't work," I say super fast but then he fucks even harder into me.
"How's my driving?" Stone jokes now with a fake announcer voice.
I ball up my fists and smack them against his chest. I'm getting frustrated because he's making me laugh.
"Call 555-1234 and let me know how I'm doing. But not while driving," Stone continues his joke.
Oh he's real proud of himself. I moan really hard and I almost forget what I was going to say in the first place. I don't know how yet but I am going to get him back.
Well, not tonight.
Tonight I'm trying to get those words out anyway and then get what I'm craving.
"If my legs don't work anyway," I manage. "Then you should probably fuck my ass so hard I can't walk tomorrow. I mean, my legs quit and they earned it." I finish my words and start panting hard.
Stone's eyebrows raise. "Well maybe I need to joke less," he says with a laugh. He pulls that huge cock out of my pussy and rams it straight up my ass. That man doesn't need to be told something twice! I mean, I am ready for it but I still totally scream out for him and make a yelping sound as my legs shake even harder. My eyes cross and my brain turns turns to mush. A string of expletives tear their way out of my mouth.
"Excellent thinking, Gisele. I love fucking this tight ass so good. You feel un-fucking believable on my dick babe. I love how you ride me. I will fuck you hard enough to keep you from walking for this, and I get to carry you around. I mean. The two times I let you leave the bed tomorrow." Stone's voice is utterly serious and so is his face. God, he means it.
"Okay," I pant. Oh god his dick is so far up my ass I can feel it in my throat and I can barely focus on the question I'm trying to ask because of how amazing he feels fucking me. "What are these two places I'm allowed to go to tomorrow, other than that the bed?" I am downright curious about this captivity he has in mind. After everything, I wouldn't mind spending most of the day in bed. Particularly with Stone. I mean, how I'll summon the energy to fuck Stone again like I know I'll ache to, I don't know. Sounds like a problem for future Gisele, and I'm sure she's got this no problem.
"You're allowed to be in the bed, as previously stated." Stone kisses me. "You may go to the bathroom." He kisses me again. "And we'll eat at the table, I mean we don't need a mess in the bed like we're some kind of savages. We have to sleep and fuck there." Stone laughs.
"You think I'll be up for fucking again tomorrow?" I say and I'm joking. Mostly. "I said my legs don't work and you're making sure that I can't walk!" I yelp out in mock outrage.
"You don't need to walk. After all, no walking, no escaping. You're mine," Stone growls and pulls me against his chest. He's fucking me like a wild rock star would and squeezing me in a bear hug like the sweetest man in the world. Well, I know Stone now. He is the sweetest man in the world. He's my whole world, the center of everything to me now. I am so goddamn lucky to have Stone. He's not just a guitar god. Not even just a sex god. He's divinely, supremely good at being the sweetest man alive. Like, it isn't cheesy if I adore it and he adores me.
The waves of absolutely perfect pleasure surge through me and I shout out, "I'm going to come." I knew that a solid assfucking from Stone was just what I needed to at once come undone and come alive with him. "God, you fuck my ass so good." I say and squeeze down on his cock and my eyes shut and just feel every bit of tension in my body. I exhale and feel the orgasm shake through my body.
"You're perfect, Gisele. I could kiss you forever. But fucking you is even better," Stone laughs. "Now I'm going to come in that perfect ass," he says and his lips crash against mine.
The waves of my orgasm are far from subsided when his mouth claims mine. The flaming rod in my ass jets hot cum deep in my ass and feels me up. I cry out in his mouth, and I'm shuddering around me. He kisses me and growls into my mouth. I love tasting his pleasure and feeling us come together, a perfect union of our desires culminating in absolute pleasure.
"I love you," Stone murmurs into my mouth.
I am going to say it back, but I can't catch my breath because Stone is devouring me. He's the air I breathe, when I can breathe. His mouth on mine is capturing every thought and sensation in my body. My legs dangle down as he releases them and wraps his arms around me. We both finish coming and he slowly pulls his cock from my ass. I moan low at the sensation. Stone wraps me up in his arms and kisses me deeper, fuller. I inhale him because right now, he's the only thing in my world. I have never been so satisfied in my life and I am going to tell him so. I will. I am kissing him now and I don't know if I'll ever want to breathe again if it means breaking this sensual kiss. I'm so perfectly content. My body is spent. Finally we come up for breath and I curl against his chest.
"I love you," I finally whisper to him. I'll tell him everyday. Forever.
76
Epi
"Uhm, so do we know if there's gonna be a long line for the bathroom when we get to the concert?" Brittney asks from over her Long Island Iced Tea.
I'm just rolling my eyes. Honestly, if the girls could just hurry up then they wouldn't have to ask these questions and would just find out. But wait, that's not fair. They're the ones that are going out with me all the way to Brooklyn. I should probably try and be patient.
"There's bathrooms, Brit," Carla says from next to me. "I use them all the time when I've drank too much during Chase's rodeos."
"Oh yeah, how is that cowboy of yours doing?" Brittney asks, brightening up. "Is he still riding you till the sun comes up?"