Page 35 of Wishing Stone

“Don’t come,” he repeated, then began to move inside me once more.

This time, his thrusts were more aggressive, pounding into me like a savage beast who cared about nothing else but satiating his lust. And I loved it—loved every minute of his brutal dominance.

His fingers continued to pull and pinch at my nipples before finally releasing my breasts to move to my hips. His grip was firm—bruising almost—and I knew he was close. His fingers dug into my flesh, signaling that it would only be a matter of seconds before I would feel his cock swelling. He pushed impossibly deeper, filling what little space was left inside of me. I bit down hard on my lower lip until I tasted blood, the struggle to keep my own orgasm at bay almost devastating.

“Fuck, Krystina. I…” He trailed off, his guttural tone falling silent as his erection began to pulsate. I stilled, holding on tight to my orgasm and allowing myself to feel every delicious sensation of his seed bursting forth.

13

Alexander

Igave myself a moment to catch my breath before pulling out, and when I finally did, Krystina released a tiny gasp of shock. She was trembling, desperate for the release I’d denied her.

Don’t worry, angel. Your turn is coming.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I untied the rope at her wrists. She remained still, but her breaths were labored, and I knew her arousal was near combustion. I’d deliberately pushed her to her limits, knowing just how close to the edge she was. Nevertheless, her irrevocable submission, allowing me to take what I wanted without question, was a beautiful thing, and she deserved worshipping for the rest of the night.

After I finished untying her wrists, I drank in the sight of her draped over the edge of the bed. Krystina regularly exercised in our home gym, and the evidence of her efforts showed in every line of her body. Her seductive curves were all muscle and soft skin. She was exquisite, and she was all mine for the taking.

I ran my fingertip down her spine, stopping at the curve of her ass. I noticed the red outline of my palm on her right cheek from where I’d smacked her. As she lay there patiently waiting for my next instruction, I slowly ran my hand over it, my fingers twitching to give her a matching palmprint on the other side.

What shall I do with you next?

I glanced at the moveable bookcase that hid the staircase to our playroom and contemplated whether I should order her to go there. I knew it was what she wanted. Hell, it was whatIwanted.

Pressing my lips together, I briefly considered my options, but it didn’t take me long to decide that we would not be going to the playroom. She may not be pregnant, but I just couldn’t chance the possibility that she might be—not after what happened the last time. It didn’t matter how bad I wanted to see her naked body chained and begging. I was observant, and I’d noticed the recent changes to her body. They were subtle, but they were there. I had every line of Krystina’s body memorized, and her fuller than normal breasts and slightly swollen labia could be a sign that she was pregnant but didn’t know it yet.

I silently cursed myself for not paying attention to her monthly cycle, but as long as I was unsure, there were safer options that didn’t require the use of the playroom. Fortunately, there was a toy lying in wait in my nightstand for such an occasion.

“Move up onto the bed so your head is on the pillows,” I told her. “Then spread your legs, angel. I want you open to me. I have a surprise that you’ll enjoy.”

“A surprise?” she questioned, but it sounded more like a seductive murmur as she rolled onto her back. She looked up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were like molten fire. That look was like an electric shock straight to my groin.

“I love how you look when you’re flushed from sex. So fucking gorgeous,” I growled, fighting the urge to mount her like some kind of savage beast. “Before the night is over, I will have tasted every inch of you. No part will be left unexplored.”

Almost instantly, I heard her already labored breathing increase, and I smiled in satisfaction.

Once she was positioned up on the bed, I stepped over to the nightstand to retrieve a small oval-shaped vibrating bullet from the drawer, then climbed onto the bed and crawled over her delectable body. Capturing a nipple between my teeth, I nipped and suckled on the sensitive flesh before trailing hot, wet kisses over her stomach and the curve of her hips. I continued south until my head was between her legs, and I could train my gaze on her beautiful, pink sex. A sheen of moisture, a mixture of her arousal and my seed, glistened on her smooth folds.

I inhaled and groaned. She smelled divine—like sex and sin and everything that was Krystina. Unable to resist, I traced the line of her small opening with my finger. She was dripping with desire.

“Alex…” she whimpered.

Her plea sounded desperate. I knew it would take very little to get her off, but I wanted to take my time with her. I continued to stroke and prod until she began to tremble. I grazed the inside of her thighs with my teeth and inhaled deeply to take in her scent, then parted her lips and blew softly over her clit. When I grazed my tongue over it, she nearly bucked off the bed.

“Do you want to come?” I asked, deliberately taunting her with another tiny flick.

“God, yes. Please, Alex.”

“Alright, angel. I’ll let you come. I want you to relax your body, let your knees fall apart, and just feel. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Reaching to my left, I grabbed the silver bullet I’d taken from the nightstand. Using my free hand to part her lips, I inserted the cool object into her moist heat. Then, without giving her a moment to react, I flipped the tiny switch to activate the vibrator, shoved her legs further apart, and pressed my tongue to her pulsating bundle of nerves.

Her screams of pleasure were instant. Gripping her hips firmly to hold her still, I ate her like a starving man, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. I’d never get enough of her taste. Her scent. Her heat. As she came over the vibrating bullet and into my mouth, I thrust my tongue into her well of honey and drank from her. Her needy cries filled the room as her channel fluttered from the onslaught of my tongue. I wanted to swallow every last drop of her desire and not waste any of it.

She pushed her pelvis against my mouth and pulled at my hair, jerking and moaning as she tossed her head from side to side. A groan escaped me, and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her fiery heat once again. My cock twitched anxiously, ready to claim her.

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