Hard as a Rock (3 page)

was nearing motor burnout.

He grabbed the front of the pants and just lifted. The fabric gave with barely a complaint, a

whisper under my loud groan as he sucked my nipple again and his big hand cupped my mound.

“Wet. And hot,” he said around a mouthful.

Me? I was beyond speech  as he pressed hard fingers against my panties over my clit. Then

rubbed. A strangled moan made it to my throat and lodged there as fireworks exploded on the back of

my eyelids.

He slid a finger under my panties and stroked along my cleft, collecting the juices of my arousal.

“Very hot. Slippery. Tight.”

I stopped breathing, as on the last word, he circled my slit, then drove a thick finger deep into

my pussy.

“Fucking
 
hell!”

I panted as he penetrated me, feeling better than I had in nearly a year. Heat  suffused my body

as I clamped down on his finger. His tongue circled my nipple and flicked it as he pulled out. When he

thrust back in again, it was joined by one of his others.

I grabbed the armrest above my head, just for something to hold onto as he fu cked me with his

fingers. It felt so good my hips arched off the sofa, seeking more. Needing more.

He left my breast with a soft almost regretful kiss and moved down my body. Normally, I’d have

been nervous about a guy seeing me practically naked, but right now I didn’t care. Besides, it was a bit

late for nerves when he had his fingers deep inside my cunt.

He kissed along the soft curve of my belly and crooked back to stroke my g-spot. Hard pleasure

and pressure swirled through me and I squirmed more. I’d never found a guy doing that actually

comfortable. It’s always been a cross between sexy and needing to pee. But this…was nearer to “fuck

me now” than anything else.

He shifted, spreading my thighs wider so he could settle between them. His shoulders were as

broad as a barn, shifting as my panties were shoved aside. Cool air washed over my clit a moment

before his hot breath curled around it. I tensed in anticipation. Then he was there. His tongue rasped

over my clit at the same instant he pressed against the sweet spot inside. I shuddered, each kiss of the

new ridges along his tongue driving my need higher.

Forget tongue piercings, gargoyle was the way to go.

After pulling his fingers out, he lapped at my hole, rumbling in pleasure. He licked from slit to

clit, the raspy-wet texture of his tongue driving me almost to heaven. Driving back in, he nibbled and

licked at the tiny button of flesh until I panted, ready to beg.

I clenched around his fingers, riding his hand, but he wouldn’t let me come. When I  thought I

was nearly there, felt the chasm yawning beneath me, he moved. Changed his rhythm, went to licking

along my folds instead of paying attention to where I needed it.

“Cal, stop it. I need to come.” There, I was begging. But I didn’t care. Instead, I grabbed a

handful of hair and held him where I wanted him. He chuckled, pulling his fingers free with a “pop”.

I swore. Long, loud and inventively.

He chuckled and ran those ridges over my clit again. Forget fireworks, I had stars going

supernova behind my eyes.

“Up,” he ordered, even as he lifted and turned me over onto my hands and knees. My panties

were torn away in the blink of an eye.

“Hey! They were expensive,” I complained as he stripped me of my shirt and bra until I was as

naked as the day I  was born. Hands on the back of the sofa, my knees were spread, displaying everything

I had to the guy behind me.

“I’ll buy more. Then rip them off too.”

There was movement, the rustle of cloth and then a thunk as something hit the floor. I started

to turn, but stopped as his hard knee shoved my legs farther apart. He was going for it right here on the

sofa, the windows wide open to the night air.

“Really?” I arched an eyebrow. “You think you’ll get more than tonight?”

The head of his cock brushed the lips of my pussy, stroking along the heated flesh until he

pressed against the slick entrance to my cunt.

“Not think. Know.”

He pressed hard, pushing past the initial resistance of my body to seat the broad head of his

cock in my tight sheath. I gasped, the  pleasure-pain of being stretched all-consuming. He didn’t give me

a moment to get used to him. Instead, he slipped an arm around my body and located my clit. Clever

fingers working the tiny nub, he slid in another couple of inches, then pulled back.

My senses overloaded at the feeling of thick cock pressing inside me, and the tight pleasure of

clitoral stimulation. The burning feeling wore off, fast, leaving a need to fuck and be fucked in its place.

Closing my eyes, I pushed back, wiggling my ass in encou ragement. He didn’t need any.

With a grunt, he shoved back in and pulled out again, then again, and again. Working himself

into me in short, sharp movements as he rubbed my clit. I arched against him, shoving my hips back. We

both groaned as he slipped and slid the remaining few inches, until his cock pressed against my cervix

and his balls near slapped against his own fingers.

“So tight. Feels good.”

His voice had devolved into a low rumble of sound. He pinched my clit, making me jump, then

moan as liqu id heat bathed his cock. I was so close to coming I felt it, almost tasted it.

“Just quit the yapping and get on with the fucking,” I ordered, pulling forward, then slamming

back on his cock. I almost passed out with pleasure. I felt each hardened ridge an d vein on his shaft. As if

he’d pulled the same trick with his penis as he had his tongue.

Amusement bubbled, threatened to spill over. Hard as a rock, indeed.

A deep growl rumbled through the chest pressed against my back and he fucked me in earnest.

His cock was thick, pressing so tightly against the walls of my pussy I felt more filled than I ever had. I felt

everything.

And god, could he fuck. He wrapped an arm around me, anchoring me in place as he drove into

me. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, interrupted by the soft pants and moans I belatedly realized

spilled from my own lips.

I didn’t care. All that mattered was the thick cock I was impaled on, and the clever fingers

teasing my clit. Deep inside the pleasure boiled, surging through my veins until I felt as if I were boiling

from the inside out.

“God, that feels good.”

I bit my lip as I reached down, grabbing his hand and pulling it up to cup my breast. I liked my

tits played with when I was being fucked. Caressed, held, the nipples rolled and pinched. Without asking,

he knew what I wanted, his rough fingers tweaking the hardened bullets my nipples had become. The

small pain made me gasp, my cunt tightening around his cock and making him swear.

Biting my lip, I slid my hand down between my legs. There’s nothing like getting a good, hard

fucking, and whilst he was good with his hands, I knew my own body. I slid my fingers over my slick lips,

wetting them with my own juices before sliding them in a V around his cock and squeezing.

Fuck me,  he was big, spreading my fingers almost as far as they could go. His hips jerked, and he

pinched my nipples harder until blackness swarmed my vision.

“Witch,” he panted in my ear as I reluctantly let him go, stroking the lips of my pussy until I

found my  clit. “You’ll pay for that.”

I rubbed and circled. Fast and furious as he fucked me. Used me hard. I love a bit of rough,

always have. And I sure as hell was getting more than a bit of it from my gargoyle lover.

“Yeah? You’ll fuck me harder? Bring it on,  lover boy.”

I thought it was an empty threat. I’d forgotten he could alter his body in ways that defied human

expectation. He pulled out halfway, his hand disappearing from my breasts for a moment. When he

pushed back in, I yelped.

His cock was as thick as before, but there was a hardened, raised, long…knob. Yeah, knob was

the only word for it. As stretched as my pussy was, I felt it every inch of the way as he pushed back

inside me. He bottomed out, and I moaned in pleasure. The new addition pressed hard  against my g-

spot. As he moved, started to thrust back in and out slowly, it rubbed against the sweet spot.

“Oh…my…”

He batted my hand out of the way and took over. He tweaked and circled my clit as he fucked

me. With each stroke, the heat in my body grew hotter, the need in my cunt got harder. A tight, painful

coil of pleasure that demanded to be fed.

“Ohyesohyesohyes…”

I didn’t care where I was, who I was or who he was. I just needed to come. Long and hard.

“That’s it.” He nipped my ear, his free hand playing with my tits. Caressing them as he fucked me

with that impossible cock, as he stroked my clit in tiny circles that had me panting with need.

“Come. I want you to come on my cock. Want to feel your heat.”

Almost there, I nodded and shoved my hips back onto his shaft. My release rushed up, lifting me

until I felt as if I were flying, ready to drop me into the maelstrom of pleasure opening beneath me. I

pressed back again, fucking him as much as he fucked me. I needed this, needed to come.

“Gonna…co—”

I didn’t finish the sentence. Pulling almost fully out of me, he thrust back inside in a savage

movement. As he did so, his fingers tweaked my nipple hard, clamping down and holding. The pleasure-

pain from my tit and pussy collided, hitting my clit at light speed. I clenched around his cock. Then he

tweaked my clit, pinching the sensitive button lightly.

It was enough.

Pleasure exploded around me in a hard rain. A storm that whipped through me and ripped a

ragged scream from my lips. Wave after wave of sensation rolled through me as he rubbed my clit,

dragging my orgasm out until I was nearly insensible.

His hand dropped away as I rode the waves of pleasure to grip my hips. With a growl, he upped

his pace, snarls rumbling through his chest as he pistoned into my soft body. A relentless tide of

movement, ebb and flow. Three…four…five thrusts. He didn’t make it to ten. On nine, he slammed his

cock into me and bellowed. His prick jerked and pulsed, pumping his seed deep inside me. Wrapped in

his arms, I felt it all. Every pulse, even the blood flowing through that thick cock, until it slowed and then

stopped.

Resting my head on the back of the sofa, I tried to get my breath back. Gently, he slipped from

me. I expected him to gather his clothes and go, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me into his arms,

settling us both comfortably on the sofa.

“Perfect. You’re perfect,” he said softly after a few minutes. His fingers stroked the gentle curve

on the inside of my waist. “So soft.”

The hand wandered across my stomach and over the clipped curls between my thighs. With a

sigh, I parted my legs. He stroked the still sensitive lips of my pussy, and my clit came to attention.

Yeah, perfect was the right word.

About the Author:

Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England).

After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of