Page 33 of Sins of the Stone

Then they connected, her tongue connecting with his pulsing member, lips wrapping around his swollen tip. Her mouth struggled to take him all, unable to pop over his bulb, instead settling to persuade him into pleasure with her mouth. A groan slipped from him, sliding his hands through her silken hair, eyes closed with pleasure.

She continued to milk him, his fluid beginning to dribble, making her eyes roll. All she wanted to do was taste more of him. She popped him from her mouth, her tongue sliding along his girth, feeling the lines of sensitive nodules running along the top of him. Another bead of fluid dotted his tip, and she hungrily pleasured his bulb, wanting nothing more than to drain it all from him.

Before she could do so, he pulled himself from her maw, making her pout. She was going to protest, but her voice was cut off as he peeled her from the floor. In an instant, she was on the bed, the plush sheets below bringing comfort in contrast to the solidness she was placed on prior. Her admirationfor the change of scenery was cut off by the feeling of Ramuz’s domineering hands prying her full legs open, his face twisted with a seductive hunger.

Lowering his face to her core, she felt his warm tongue prodding her apex, making her insides liquefy. She could feel her pleasure dribbling down, his mouth not missing a single drop, lapping it up as if it were the most delicious substance in the world. His tongue felt like magic, slipping, stroking. He continued for what seemed like forever, her body growing increasingly exhausted with each tempting prod.

After he had almost fully drained her, he flipped her onto her stomach, legs hanging off the edge. Though she didn’t peek, she knew what was coming next. She wanted nothing more than to feel his soft leather skin against hers, his strong hands woven in her hair, and his bulbous tip stretching her open.

Slipping his fingers inside her damp hole, he pushed forward, taking extra care to ensure she was ready to accept him. Once he was sure she was ready, he taunted her with his member, sliding it up and down as if wishing her—commanding her—to beg. With her face twisting with pleasure, her eyebrows knit together, waiting with nervous patience. Lowering himself over her, he placed his mouth against her ear, his breath soothing.

“Do you want me, my treasure?” he breathed, his pulse pounding in his cock, making her hands curl into the sheets, gripping them, ready to surrender to him.

“Yes.” It felt as if she had been ready for her whole life. With a moan, he leaned into her, sliding his tip inside, making her gasp. Her hands were curled into fists, the sheets below entwined in her grasp as if the action would assist in accepting his girth.

Pressing on, he continued to enter her, and despite his dominant nature, he still seemed concerned about causing her pain. His movements were always gentle, waiting for her body to grow accustomed to him before increasing in ferocity.

With eyes closed, she let out a hiss as he reached her end. She could feel his aggressive pulse through him, beating like a drum. Ramuz ran his hand through her hair again, making her realize she had been holding her breath.

“Relax.” His voice was as sultry as ever. As if under a spell, she did so,returning to her regular breathing pattern, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm. As she did, her fists uncurled, breath still heavy.

“Good,” he praised. Once her muscles relaxed, Ramuz began to move, his hand still in her hair. She gasped, feeling him push deeper, then out slightly, then back again, each stroke rhythmic, gentle, loving. Never before had she felt such passion.

With each movement, she could feel him stretching, her body squeezing around him, shuddering with each breath. His body felt so comforting against her, and even though the sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable, she didn’t feel an ounce of hesitation.

He continued, now each stroke growing with intensity, making her gasp every time he fully entered. Ramuz slipped his hand from her hair, placing one on her hip and another on her lower back. With each thrust, he slid his thumb closer and closer to her ring of muscle, each movement like a tease.

Once more, his fingers entered, thrusting in tandem with his cock, making her cry out, her voice as loud as she had ever been. It was a sensation she had never felt before. Her eyes rolled back as she felt entirely full for the first time in her life.

She couldn’t control the wave of orgasms, feeling her liquid pleasure running down her legs. Ramuz slipped another finger inside, making her scream. The sensation was almost too much for her to handle, and she felt her legs give way, only held up by his commanding thrusts.

With a grunt, Ramuz slowly removed himself from her. A small pop came from between her legs, her face scarlet, wishing he would continue and fill her with his seed. Then she felt him again, this time at her lower hole, her blush deepening.

“I want this one, too,” he purred, increasing pressure on her rosette. He was met with resistance and a cry of protest from her, attempting to speak between gasps. Her body still oozed, his tip smearing her pleasure between her legs for easier entry.

“But, you understand it’s—”

“Yes.”

“And you stillwant to—”

He let out a low, dissatisfied growl.

“Are you being self-conscious again with me? I told you not to do that anymore,” he said gruffly. “Maybe I should quit pounding it into your head and start pounding it into your tight little holes. Then maybe you’ll believe how much I adore you.” Her face colored unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

She gasped, taken aback. Even though his statement had surprised her, she couldn’t help but find it extremely arousing. Another swirling feeling took root in her gut, knowing she wanted it just as much as he did. Placing his fingers back against her apex, she was reminded of how much she wanted him back inside her.

“Okay,” she said, her voice breathy. Ramuz gave her a heart-melting grin, only stoking her flame more. He increased the pressure, her eyes pinching shut, toes curling, fist balling, anticipating his monstrous cock filling her tight cavity. Though she had protested for a moment, in reality, it was a dream—her dream—come true.

His bulbous head slipped inside her easier than she thought it would, her body bucking as it popped inside. Allowing her a moment, her chest rose and fell as if her heart would break through her chest. Ramuz stroked her cheek, his thumb slipping over her opened mouth, admiring her lips from behind.

After a moment, he pushed further, slipping one row of ridges inside, making her cry out. A slick of sweat was coating her brow, but she wanted nothing more than to continue. She wanted to feel him buried inside her, showing her his love. Once more, he slipped another row inside, then another, and another, until his hips were connected with hers.

She could feel him pulsing like he was close to spilling. Taking a calming breath, she felt him begin to remove himself, making her shudder as the ridges popped out and back in, his tip swelling inside her. It was unlike anything she had felt before, and she adored every minute of it.

With hands gripped in the sheets again, Ramuz sped up, hissing as she squeezed around him, surely almost too tight for him to handle. Each ridge made her gasp, increasing in speed to the point where each gasp overlappedwith the previous.

“Do you believe me now?” he said in a low voice, gripping her hips, his claws slipping from their sheaths slightly, adding another layer of sensation to their act. She could barely utter a word, her moans and gasps clouding her mind.

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