21
ARIA
Stone steps out of the demon’s chambers, kicking the door shut behind him and slamming me up against it. His lips roam over my neck and claim every last inch of it.
My eyelids flutter, his lips already doing wicked things to me, but this is just the beginning. He’s a starved man who’s been away for seven long years. He hasn’t been within ten feet of a pussy in that long, so something tells me that I’m in for one hell of a ride. We’ll be fucking right into the early hours of the morning, and even then, he’ll probably be desperate to keep going.
Seven years of pent-up sexual frustration is going to take a minute to work through, but I’m up for the challenge. Even if it means I’ll be picking splinters out of my palms, knees, and ass for the next three months from the uneven floorboards and lackof furniture. Every battle wound is going to be more than worth it.
He tears my clothes clean off my body, popping every last button, not giving a damn that this is the only top I have, until I’m pressed against the wall in nothing but my black bra and thong.
“Fuck, Menace,” he growls, his hands gripping my body as they roam all over me. Touching, grabbing, squeezing. And damn it, I need every single one of them more than my next breath, but nothing is more important than stripping him bare and wrapping my fingers around his thick cock.
I’m starved for it, desperate to feel his velvety skin, to feel the overwhelming weight in the palm of my hand, but more than that, to watch the way he comes apart at the feel of my hands on his body.
I pull at his shirt, having no hope of reaching it all the way over his head, and he quickly grabs it, not skipping a beat as he shrugs out of the tight material, only to put his hands back on my body while mine begin roaming over his.
He’s fucking gorgeous. Every sculpted muscle, every inch of hand-crafted ink, every hungry growl that rumbles through his chest. I knew he’d be starved for me, desperate, but the way he looks at me, it’s pure animalistic need. He’s a predator springing for his meal, and I’m going to give him exactly what he came for.
I pull at my bra strap. “Need it,” I pant, pressed too tightly against the wall to reach the clasp at my back. “Off.”
Stone is all too happy to oblige, all but tearing the flimsy black bra from my body and tossing it across the room as my hands roam up over his shoulders, my nails digging into his muscles and leaving little half-moons indented in his warm skin.
“Fuck,” I breathe as his lips roam over my skin, his fingers pinching at my pebbled nipple and watching the way I squirm beneath his touch, learning just how responsive I can be.
My fingers trail down, skimming over his strong pecs and the defined ridges of his abs until I finally reach the top of his pants. I start working the button, my fingers moving quickly, but he doesn’t give me a chance to dive in for what I want. He drops to his knees before me, looking up at me with an intense, raw hunger in his pitch-black eyes. And I know without a doubt, Stone promised me a demon, and I’m about to get one.
He grabs my ass, on the brink of losing control as the last seven years of need quickly catch up to him, and like the animal I know he is, he pulls me right into him, his face burying into my pelvis as he deeply inhales.
“Fuuuck,” he growls before grabbing my thong and tearing it clean off my body, and there’s no denying it; Stone Blackthorne is a starved man, and he’s about to eat.
I suck in a gasp as he lifts me off the ground, spreading my thighs and throwing them straight over his big shoulders, his warm mouth instantly closing over my pulsating clit.
“OH FUCK!” I cry out, electricity burning through my body as I’m left with no choice but to grip the back of his head to keep me balanced against the door. My whole body trembles, but when his tongue sweeps out and flattens against my clit, I realize that seven years deprived of women did nothing but feed his appetite. All this time, I’ve been talking shit, playing with Stone as though I’m the one who’ll be rocking his world, but while I’ve been playing checkers, he’s been playing chess, and this motherfucker just stole my fucking queen before I even knew she was in trouble.
His shoulders press into my thighs, spreading them even further as he reaches out, grasping my tits and teasing my nipples, leaving me begging for more.
“YES, STONE!” I cry out, throwing my head back against the door, not giving a shit about the impending concussion. All that matters is the way his fingers have come out to play.
They sweep through my wetness, teasing my opening before finally sliding one inside. He circles it, testing just how far he can push me, and within seconds, he knows exactly what will get me there.
His tongue works my clit as my thighs shake on either side of his head, and as my eyes roll, I try to mentally prepare for the overwhelming orgasm that I know is coming.
Stone slowly adds another finger, pushing it deep inside me, and when he curls them just right, skimming over my G-spot, my hips jolt against his face. “Shit,” I hiss, sucking a breath through my teeth as I grip onto him, barely able to hold on, but the fucker does it again, making my hips dance for him like a goddamn puppet on a string.
He has complete control of my body. His every will is his for the taking, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop him, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Again,” I cry, my body trembling with need.
He coaxes every drop of desire out of me as my fingers ball into tight fists. His mouth is like pure ecstasy against my clit, rolling, sucking, nipping, and teasing, giving me everything I need and more, but I can’t hold on to this. It’s not possible, and when I feel that familiar tightening deep in my core, coming on like a desert storm, I realize I only have seconds until detonation.
“God, Stone. I’m gonna come,” I cry, throwing my head back again, frantically squirming under his firm hold. He pinches my nipple as a sharp wave of electricity pulses through me, heading straight for my core, and when his thick, long fingers thrust deep into me again, splitting inside of me and curving just right, I can’t hold on to it a moment longer.
My world explodes, and I shatter like glass, my walls erratically convulsing around his thick fingers, squeezing him tight. “OH GOD, YES!” I cry, my thighs tightening around his face, not scared to suffocate him, but even if I tried, it’s not goingto hold him back. He just keeps working me, his tongue rolling over my clit as though knowing exactly what I need.
My orgasm pulses, shooting through my veins with every pass of his tongue, intensifying by the second. I groan low, climbing and climbing until there’s nowhere left for me to go, and only after he has completely ruined me, do I crash back to earth.
My body gives in, relaxing against his strong hold and crumbling against the door. “Holy shit,” I breathe, unable to catch my breath as he finally releases me from the effects of his skillful tongue, his fingers slowly pulling out of me.
