“Because I know you, Bella. I see you. I see your hurt and guilt and anger. I see everything tearing you up inside, and I want it. I want you. I want all the parts, raw and brutal and ugly… every single piece,” he murmured.
His hand came to cup my jaw and his grip wasn’t gentle. He tilted my head back, and I was powerless against his strength, and it felt good. It felt good to be wanted so completely by this man.
“Why?”
“Because it’s real. It’s honest. You are the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, leaning in to run his lips up my cheek, breathing in the smell of my skin.
I flushed, remembering my sweaty, disheveled state. “I’m a mess,” I muttered weakly as his thumb rubbed across my lips, the half-memory of the dream in the library returning to me.
“Not to me. To me, you’re perfect,” he said thickly, and then he kissed me. His hands went beneath me, hauling me up on the ropes and holding me against him as his tongue tangled with mine, hard and demanding.
The ropes bent beneath my weight and I threw my hands back against the soft ring floor so I didn’t fall. My knuckles stung and breathing was a bit hard, but there was no way I was stopping. I slithered back, pulling my legs through the gap in the ropes, and then scuttled into the center of the ring like an upside-down spider.
Stone was watching me from beyond the ring. He put his hands on his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside, his eyes never leaving mine. “We have unfinished business, princess,” he said, his voice like gravel.
I swallowed hard as his hands went to his pants. There was an enormous bulge where I had been rubbing madly against him, like a cat in heat, only an hour ago. It hadn’t gone down even a fraction.
He dropped his pants and boxers, kicking them away before straightening to his impressive height. His dick was flushed an angry red and marbled with purplish veins. He lowered a hand to himself and stroked it before bending in half and easily ducking through the ropes.
Nerves laced with excitement simmered in my belly. This man looked like a predator, here to ravish me, through and through. There was nothing soft or gentle about him. I should be nervous, but I wasn’t. I wanted to burn, and I wanted him to set me on fire.
Shouldn’t I want my first time to be tender and careful in a room with candles and soft music? No, I didn’t want gentle. I didn’t want pretty. I wanted brutal, real and raw, right here on the boxing ring floor, and I wanted it with this man.
I watched Stone Preston approach me like he was going to plunder my body whether I wanted him to or not. He sank to his knees, making his hard-on jut violently in the air. Reaching for my ankles, he pulled me firmly down the mat and then spread my legs apart.
“I’m sorry, princess. I’ll buy you new ones,” he muttered, and just like that, my stretchy yoga pants ripped, opening the seam completely.
I stared at him dumbfounded as he pulled my legs over his shoulders. He clamped an arm around my waist and the other under my ass before lowering his mouth to me. My underwear was a flimsy scrap of nothing, ripped clean off in seconds, and then his tongue was on me.
I cried out as he lapped at me, making me wetter and wetter, exploring my every fold and hole with his mouth. I couldn’t move. My knees were held too tightly, and I was folded over too firmly. Losing control felt amazing. All I could do was put myself in his hands and receive. Stone’s tongue moved sinuously against me, lapping and lathing and turning me to mush. I wiggled against him and humped his face with my hips while he mercilessly drove me toward an edge that promised to be so intense, it was a little frightening.
He pushed me across that edge without mercy, and my release crashed through me violently. He licked up all my pleasure and juices as I twitched and gasped against him before gently lowering my legs back to the mat.
“I’ve never done this before, but I’m on birth control… Alfie insisted on it. Nothing ruins a swimsuit contest more than an unexpected baby bump,” I breathed, glad for the first time that I had been taking birth control for years.
Stone smiled, a wicked and predatory thing as he prowled across me. “Good, that’s good for today, princess. In the future, I want to fuck you raw and come inside you, knowing that we’ll start our family.”
His words sent a shiver through me. Did he just say he wanted to have children with me? It was wild and completely mad, yet it only made me wetter.
“You want kids?” I breathed.
He positioned himself over me and reached down to rub the broad, rounded head of himself against my wetness. “I want your kids. I want to see this flat beauty queen belly swollen with my seed. Something that’s just ours, binding us so tightly, you’ll never be rid of me,” he said roughly and then nudged himself inside. “This might hurt,” he warned.
“I don’t care,” I urged him, raising my hips and pulling him closer to me. I wanted to feel his weight on me, pinning me down. I wanted to feel claimed and owned and thoroughly debauched, and I wanted it with this man. Only him.
He pressed inside in shallow thrusts, lighting my nerves in pleasure and pain. I arched my back and hitched my legs higher on his waist, bending myself to fit him as he pumped slowly inside me, his hands clenching into fists by my head.
“Are you okay?” I asked him as he finally reached his hilt inside me. His neck was clenched with tension, his face nearly pained.
He chucked and looked down at me, his eyes latching onto mine and warming me. “Isn’t that my line? I’m okay, but I never realized that pleasure could be its own torture before I met you,” he breathed and then started to move. “You’re so tight, you could kill me with the feeling, and I’d return again and again to die inside you.”
My nails sank into his shoulders and I cried out as he pulled completely out and then sank back in fully. His intense words were wild and possessive, yet they felt exactly right. The sting of pain had faded, and gradually, only pleasure remained. My body felt warm and elastic around him, stretching and bending to fit him, and he used it well. Long, languid strokes in a rhythm that made my eyes roll back and had another peak building in my belly. This time it felt different, fuller, bigger… even more electrifying. I shied away and reached for it at the same time.
“Christ, Bella. I can’t last long, princess, not when your tight little pussy is milking my balls so hard,” he grunted, wrapping a hand around my long spill of hair and building pace.
His hips met mine harder, and the fleshy, wet sound filled the room. I held on and surrendered to the feelings inside me, spiraling higher and higher without limit. Stone tugged my hair so my head arched back, holding me in place, pushing me relentlessly through the urgent, incredible feelings inside me as his hips started to stutter.
He kissed me hard, his tongue delving into my mouth and possessing me completely. "I can’t hold it. Princess, you destroy me,” he grunted.
He sat up, leaving my body against the mat with his dick still buried deep inside me. Kneeling between my legs, his hand lowered to my clit. I was completely exposed below him. The changed angle rubbed something else inside me, something different, and I cried out as he watched the place where he pounded into me and his hand working me, urging me on.
“That’s right, Bella. Come on my cock while I fill you up, baby,” he coaxed.
Just like that, I did. His hand didn’t stop when the peak hit me, making all my muscles contract. His hips continued to pump relentlessly into me as he came too. Warmth blossomed inside me as his hand continued to work me, milking every drop of pleasure from me. His thrusts grew wetter and wetter with each slide in and out, our combined fluids dripping down my legs in a swirl of pinkish cream.
I’d done it. I couldn’t believe it. After living my life for others, I’d finally done something for me.
Stone gathered me into his arms and kissed me hard. He slid out of me in a wet rush and gathered me into his arms, stroking my hair.
“Oh, princess. Now, I’m going to keep you forever.”
His quiet words sent a thrill through me, and I snuggled closer to his chest. That sounded perfect to me.