Stone - Big Girls & Bad Boys (5 page)

“You’re eager.  I like that.  More beautiful than I could imagine too.  That’s what a real woman looks like.  That’s what the girl of my dreams looks like,” he said and swept me up into his arms as if I was nothing.  I laughed as I held on tight for fear of Stone buckling under the stress.  It was a ridiculous thought.  Stone wasn’t big and muscled up but he was still plenty strong.

He carried me naked down the hall and into his bedroom.  There, Stone lay me on his bed and undressed himself as I watched.  The sleeve of tattoos on his left arm continued onto his left upper back and chest, a cacophony of images and color.  Despite his full beard, his only significant hair was a patch of dark hair on his chest.  Between his legs, Stone was as bare as I was.  He was rather well-endowed as well.  I felt the need to please this man, to show him I was worthy of his desire.  There would be none of that, however.

“Spread your legs, Maria,” he said.  I did, covering my soft mound in a bout of modesty.  Stone reached out and pulled my hands away.  The look in his eyes took my breath away.  Then Stone knelt, pushed my thighs wide and his lips met my velvet folds.  But it was his big beard that added a whole new dimension to the act.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed as Stone did a number on me.  I have had a man go down on me but not like this.  This wasn’t obligatory or forced. This wasn’t just a prelude to another act.  Stone ravished me, his desire driving him as he brought me closer and closer to climax.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said at one point, lifting his head as he stroked my swollen and sopping sex.  I meant to respond but two fingers slipped into me and Stone sucked my hot nub into his mouth.  The words were lost to me as I arched and cried out.

“That feels so fucking good,” I exclaimed, echoing Stone’s words.  He didn’t relent, however.  Soon I was writhing and shuddering, screaming and shrieking, utterly out of control.  I was lost in the pleasure Stone provided, but it was only the beginning.  Stone took me on a roller coaster ride of passion and pleasure.  This wasn’t foreplay.  This as I’d discover was the main event.

“Jesus!” I screamed as another of countless climaxes ravaged me.  I squirmed, my instinct to stop the madness.  Thankfully, Stone wasn’t about to let me escape.  He held my thigh firm as he continued to make love to my pussy with his mouth and fingers.  I was covered in a sheen of perspiration, fighting for breath and woozy from the orgasms I’d lost count of.  Still, Stone would not relent.

And I didn’t want him to.  I’d rarely...okay, never...had a man focus on my pleasure like Stone was doing.  I’d never come so many times in such a short amount of time.  I’d never felt as if I couldn’t take anymore without losing my mind rather than just hoping it would be over with soon.  But even I had my limits.  Finally, as the room went black and I saw honest-to-goodness stars, I mustered the energy and will power to push Stone away and cover my steaming pussy.

“Enough!  I get it,” I scolded him even as I giggled and shivered from the sensations still bouncing about inside. Stone smirked.

“What do you get?” he asked as he climbed onto the bed and lay next to me.  It took me a moment to answer.  I inhaled deeply and shook the cobwebs from my head.

“You like eating pussy,” I told him.  He laughed.

“I like pleasing a woman.  You’re...very expressive,” he said.  I guess I was.  My voice would be hoarse tomorrow.

“You can’t...um...I can’t handle anymore,” I said, the admission tinged with a bit of regret.

“That’s fine,” Stone said.  I looked at him dubiously.

“Really?” I asked.  Was he really satisfied with only giving me the ride of my life and not getting anything in return?  That was too good to be true.  Stone showed me that smirk.  That’s what I thought.  I sat up, with no small effort, then straddled Stone’s thighs.  There was more than one way to show a man my appreciation.

“I like a woman that’s resourceful,” he said as I began to play with his dripping cock and swollen balls.

“Shut up,” I teased.  Stone lay there as I stroked and caressed his manhood.  Stone twitched in my hand.  “You like that?” I asked, knowing full well he loved it.

“Nah, a pretty girl touching my junk doesn’t do much for me,” he replied sarcastically.  I smiled despite myself at his offhand compliment.  I took my time as Stone had with me.  Soon, he was putty in my hands, gasping and shuddering as he neared climax.  But I took my time getting him there, letting him ride the ragged edge of bliss.

“Ready to put on a show for me?” I asked.  I was certainly ready to see the fruits of my labor.  Stone could only nod.  He held onto the bedspread for dear life as I quickened my pace.  He was locked and loaded now, ready to fire.  Then I felt Stone swell and his balls clench.  He grit his teeth and bore down as his climax surged forth.  A calm before the storm and then Stone roared.  Suddenly, he exploded and I watched with delight as a surge of his seed flew higher than my head.

I laughed and giggled as I watched in wonder at this man succumbing to my torment and teasing, his orgasm as forceful as any I’d ever seen.  Stone thrashed and cried out as his orgasm continued, now coming in less forceful spurts that covered my hands.  It was over far too soon for my liking but that didn’t stop me from playing in the slippery mess.  Stone, however, had become far too sensitive and was twitching as if plugged into a wall socket.

“I...can...hack it,” he told me, trying to let me indulge, but when I stroked him quickly, he pushed my hands away yelping like a little girl.  “Okay, that’s enough,” he told me.  I laughed and climbed next to Stone.

“Big pussy,” I teased.  He smiled and kissed me.  I kissed him back, no longer shocked at the feelings his kiss imparted.  We shared a quiet moment, a soft kiss, until we both needed air.  But already, the repercussions of what just happened were flooding my mind.  Stone seemed to sense it.

“It will be okay, Maria.  Trust me,” he said.

“I do.  It won’t be easy,” I reminded him.  Stone turned my head and forced me to look into his eyes.

“Nothing worth having ever is,” he told me.  I suppose he was right.  Still, I worried what Bobby would do when he found out...and he was sure to find out.  It wasn’t going to be pretty.  I just hoped Stone was a man of his word and he wouldn’t let me face Bobby alone.  But how Bobby would react to Stone and me was just part of the danger that loomed.  Bobby was bound and determined to cause even more trouble that threatened to tear everything apart.

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I spent the night with Stone.  I couldn’t go back to Bobby but I somehow didn’t feel trapped.  I was surprised at the attraction I felt for Stone and how quickly it had seized me.  Stone was sexy but it was more than his looks.  It was his attitude, his demeanor.  He wasn’t a loud-mouthed, demanding...well, asshole, like Bobby.  I knew I deserved better than Bobby.  I knew it in my heart but my head got in the way.  I heard my drunken stepfather telling me I was no good, I felt the pain of my mom’s indifference and my head screamed that Bobby was all that I could ever hope for.

Maybe I was clinging to Stone, desperate to get off the train to nowhere.  He could be the ticket.  Or he could be another dead end.  I hadn’t seen Stone angry or drunk.  I hadn’t seen him down. Would I become the focus of his rage or depression?  Was I jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire?  I couldn’t be sure and until I got to know Stone better, I had to trust my instincts.  Besides, I knew what I had and it wasn’t good.  Stone might have been an unknown but at least there was a chance things would be better with him.

My phone rang as I lay there in Stone’s bed...my bed, I suppose if I followed through with this.  I picked it up and sure enough it was Bobby.  It was just after five in the morning.  I knew he was looking for me.  He didn’t like it when he didn’t know where I was or what I was doing.  I hesitated but finally answered the call.  “Hey,” I greeted Bobby.

“Where the fuck are you?” he demanded.

“I met a friend and we...we had a few drinks.  I couldn’t drive,” I said.  That wouldn’t do but it was all I could come up with.

“You’ve been gone since yesterday afternoon.  No call, nothing.  What the fuck, Maria?  You insensitive bitch.  This is total bullsh...,” he began scolding me.  I’d heard it before.  I was inconsiderate.  That’s how it would start.  Then he’d accuse me of sleeping with another man.  He’d call me a liar and worse.  I’d beg him to stop, plead with Bobby to believe me.  Bobby continued to rant as I listened but Stone grabbed the phone and hung up on him.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You don’t have to take that shit,” Stone replied.

“That will really piss him off, Stone.  You don’t understand,” I said.  The phone rang again.  Stone looked at the phone and then back at me.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.  I swallowed hard.  I wanted to.  I wanted to stop being afraid.  I wanted to stop being so pathetic.  But did I really trust him.  My heart told me I should but my head screamed no.  The phone stopped ringing as Stone waited for an answer from me.  A moment later, my phone flared to life again.  The ring tone sounded so angry and insistent though it was the same as always.

“Stone, what are you going to do?” I asked.

“What needs to be done.  Trust me, Maria,” he told me.  I exhaled and closed my eyes.  I knew what he was about and it scared me.  But part of me, most of me maybe, wanted Stone to do it.  I wanted him to tell Bobby what I couldn’t.

“Fine,” I said.  Stone answered the phone.  Bobby began his rant immediately.

“Did you fucking hang up on me?  You bitch!  Don’t you ever hang up on me.  Who the fuck do you think...,” Bobby began and didn’t stop.  I suddenly had a knot in my chest and I looked down at the bed like a beaten dog.  But Stone reached out and lifted my head with a finger under my chin.  I looked at him and he smiled at me warmly.  Then he glanced at the phone and rolled his eyes.  I smiled back at that.  Bobby was being ridiculous.  It scared me but it was way over the top and without him there in person and Stone lending me his support, I could see Bobby’s ranting for what it was.  The fit of a child that hadn’t gotten his way.

“What a dick,” Stone whispered.  I laughed softly.  He was a dick.  Stone was making this into a game of sorts and I was enjoying it.  “Watch this,” Stone said and put the phone to his ear.  “Bobby!  What’s the problem?” he said as if Bobby had dialed the wrong number.  Bobby stopped his ranting, perplexed at hearing Stone.

“S...Stone?” he replied, obviously confused.

“Yeah.  What’s the problem?” he asked Bobby.

“I...uh...where’s Maria?” Bobby asked, doubting himself suddenly.  He thought he was talking to me.  Now he wasn’t sure what was going on.  Stone winked at me.

“She’s here, naked in bed next to me,” Stone said plainly as if the admission wasn’t out of the ordinary.  Silence met Stone’s words.  I waited for a response breathlessly.  Then Bobby laughed.

“Shit, I must’ve dialed the wrong number,” Bobby said but there was no conviction in his voice. He was hoping he had misdialed but his instincts told him otherwise.

“No, this is Maria’s phone.  She’s been with me.  She’s sick of your shit.  I’m her old man now,” Stone said confidently.  He wasn’t boasting or bragging.  He didn’t say it to hurt Bobby, though I’m sure it did.  Stone just stated facts.  More silence.

“I...what the...are you serious?” Bobby asked, anger tinged with a hint of disbelief thick in his words.

“As a heart attack.  Sorry, buddy.  You should take care of your old ladies better, treat them with some respect.  Don’t worry, Maria’s in good hands now.  I’ll take care of her for you.  Later, buddy,” Stone said and as Bobby began to shout, Stone hung up and turned my phone off.  “I’d keep this off for a while,” he said.

“Jesus, Stone.  That wasn’t smart.  Bobby’s going to be pissed and he’s going to be gunning for me...and you.  Why did you do that?” I asked though I couldn’t deny I wasn’t glad he did in some way.

“Did you want to go back?” he asked.  I couldn’t answer that immediately.  What I wanted to say and what I thought I should say conflicted.  “I’ll take that as a no,” Stone said.

“Bobby’s trouble.  He’s not going to simply let me go.  He’ll fight,” I explained.