See No Evil

Stone ushers me through into a poorly lit hallway behind the bar, leading to a door down a corridor. When she pushes it in, I observe a dark, cramped room just as humid as the bar itself. The door swings, closing behind me, and before I’m able to ask Stone to turn on the lights, I feel her hands push my back against it.

“Stone?”

“Shut up, pretty boy. This is going to have to be quick and dirty.”

“What is?” I ask stupidly, but when I feel her hand on my hard cock—no surprise there since it’s always hard whenever I’m around this woman—I get a clue to what the brat has in mind.

She unzips my jeans, pulling them down along with my boxers, just enough to let my stiff shaft feel the cool air. Stone then falls to her knees, making me slam my head on the door and biting my knuckles to keep me silent, all the while impatiently waiting for her next move. The minute I feel her smooth tongue play with the slit of my cock, I curse out loud, unable to keep it in.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

“Promise it’s going to feel even better in a minute,” she taunts and then wraps those plump lips of hers around my dick, making the bastard cry tears of joy.

God, this girl sucks cock like she does this for a living.

Stone hollows her cheeks, sucking me to oblivion while leaving her hands free to grab my ass and push me mercilessly further down her throat. Unable to keep still, my hands start to feel along the wall in search of a light switch, and when I reach one, I swear I hear angels sing. I flick it, letting the sudden light into the darkened room, which only deters her for half a second. She recovers in record time, resuming her vicious assault on my dick.

My eyes can’t help but appraise the raven beauty on her bare knees. I grab her by the bun, so she has no choice but to look up while she deep throats me. Her light eyes smolder with every inch she gets inside that pretty little mouth of hers, and I’m sure mine are just as hooded. The will to face-fuck the hell out of her is brutally strong, but I curb the roaring beast within me, not wanting to scare her in such a vulnerable position.

But Stone, being Stone, never makes life easy for me. She plays with my cock like it’s her favorite toy, teasing each vein with the tip of her tongue, letting the smooth steel of her piercing press against my sensitive skin to madden me further.

“Fuck, Stone. You’re too good at this,” I mumble, my head slamming against the door repeatedly to keep it together as my fingers weave themselves into her hair forcefully.

The sound of her mouth sucking me in, while she purrs out in triumph, undoes me just as much as her sass always seems to. But, fuck me, if this isn’t the best feeling ever. Her warm, wet mouth seeks every part of me as if she’s been starving for my cock, which weakens my restraint, completely withering it when she starts humming around me.

“Damn you, woman,” I groan, unable to take this excruciating torture any longer.

I grab her by the hair with enough strength to bring her slight pain, and the small whimper of satisfaction that leaves her lips emboldens the wild animal in me to come out. Without delay, I thrust all of me inside her until I feel the back of her throat clench with my size. With my eyes fixed on hers, I look for reassurance that she can take the beating that I’m offering. Her gorgeous, dark lashes beating twice is the only sign I get, baiting me to do my worst.

A better man would warn her. A better man would ask and gain her verbal consent first. A better man would handle this situation very differently.

Unfortunately for her, I’m not the better man.

I lost the right to call myself that months ago.

All that remains is this—a caged animal that pretends to be a docile creature to do a worse man’s bidding. I’m nothing but a starved beast, ready to pounce on its unassuming prey upon drawing the first scent of blood. Thirsty for flesh, craving to tear it from bone until there is nothing left but raw passion. There is nothing more I want to do than to sink my sharp teeth into this precious stone until I shatter it—piece by glorious piece. She opened the door, inviting the monster in, unaware of the devil that’s about to possess her.

I repeatedly thrust deep into her mouth, in search of the release that has escaped me before. The night she let me taste her sweet cunt for the first time, only to deprive me ever since. My fingers bite into her scalp as I push her to take in all of me, the sound of her gagging, making the sick, twisted part of me rejoice.

“Is this what you wanted?” I curse out when I watch the tears smudge her black eyeliner.

As Stone cranes back her head, I prepare myself for the disgust I’ll likely see imprinted on those emerald jewels of hers. But instead, I find in them a river of desire break out in a fire, torched by my lack of restraint. I feel her nails bite into my ass cheeks, ordering me to keep up with my harrowing tempo, making me groan out.

This woman will be the death of me.

“Oh, fuck, Stone. What are you doing to me? You want it, I’ll give it to you,” I threaten wholeheartedly.

The fiend she’s confronted with next is something I’ve never shown any woman I’ve ever been with. The debutants, cheerleaders, and groupies will fake that they like it rough behind closed doors, just so they’re treated tenderly out in the open. But I know it’s all for show, so they never get a taste of my true, coarse, obscene nature. They are all too damn vanilla and would probably whine my ear off if I left a single bruise on their flawless skin. And that is just the sort of headache I’ve always tried to stay clear from.

Stone, however, isn’t as delicate.

Her busted-up knees on the grimy floor, swallowing my cock like there’s no tomorrow, tells me as much. With those other girls, I never really let go. They didn’t care that they were getting just a smidge of me, as long as they were seen on my arm at some party we met. For them, it would be enough of a reward for my little brutality.

With Stone, though, it’s a whole other ball game. She’ll never be content with less than my true self. Aside from that, she couldn’t give two fucks either way if people see us together or not. She doesn’t expect me to call in the morning after I’ve fucked her brains out. She’s doesn’t want to talk about feelings or take me on long walks on the beach. She doesn’t want jack shit from me. I’m not sure she even likes me. At this very moment, all she wants is my cock in her mouth, dominating her completely. And for the first time in my entire life, I’m all too willing to comply with a woman’s demands.

I give everything I have—all of it and more.

I fuck her inviting mouth like it’s the last hole I’ll ever be in. As her tears start trickling down her face, the sparkle in her eyes keeps fixated on mine, demonstrating she’s loving every minute of my abuse. I can’t help but marvel at how her cheeks are flushed pink from unashamedly taking my cock.

Stone has plenty of tricks up her sleeve, too. She continues to hum, making me realize that it’s not only to drive me insane but also to relax her gag reflex just so she can take me in deeper.

The praise for her that ensues, surprises even me, “How can a bad girl like you look so good on your knees sucking cock, Stone? I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

She moans as she shuts her eyes, loving the dirty words she’s coaxing out of me while sinking her nails into my skin hard enough that I’m sure she’s cut into me. Her nails are definitely going to leave half-crescent moons on my ass, but I’ll wear those fuckers like a badge of honor once I’m done with her. I’m so fucking lost in the world this girl has created for me. This little piece of heaven is stored away in the backroom of a filthy bar where all the devils come to play.