Fairytale Green

I watched the veins in the muscular tattooed arms bulge out while Stone turned something with a spanner inside the hood of the car.

My bare legs swung in a rhythm while I sat on one of the worktops of the car repair shop. I had spent almost all day in the same position, and I was not at all bored. In fact, I loved seeing Stone in his element.

Even if he kept turning his head over his shoulder to peer at me every two seconds.

‘Can you pass me a hand-drill, Medusa?’ The rough voice said, meeting my eye for the hundredth time that minute.

I reached into the toolbox next to my butt and searched for the hand drill before I threw it over to him. He caught it with one hand and continued his job on the broken car.

‘I am getting so good at all this mechanic stuff.’ I announced, very pleased with myself ‘Soon I will be better than you.’

Stone stopped what he was doing. He put down his current tool and faced me with a smirk. He rose a black eyebrow as I sent him a cheerful grin.

‘Come here.’ He demanded, motioning with a finger for me to go to him.

Purposefully at a slow pace, I jumped off the countertop and walked towards him and the open hood of the car. I stopped a metre in front of him and tilted my head challengingly.

His huge hands gripped at my hips before he tugged me towards him. Clutching at my waist, he moved me so that I was standing in front of the car with my back to him.

I felt him lean down to linger close to my neck.

One of his hands moved from my hip to point to a circular part in the car ‘What is that part called?’

‘The air filter.’ I answered after a long pause.

The giant looming over me hummed in response.

I sent him a victorious smile over my shoulder.

He reached for the towel in his jean pocket and wiped his fingers before pointing to another part in the hood of the car.

Following his finger, I studied the white rectangular shaped item that had four sockets with wires coming out of them before I answered, ‘That is a spark plug.’

The huge hand that was now clean of engine grease started to travel down from my hips. His palm went past my leather skirt before stopping. He began inching up the material.

Warmth touched my neck as the commanding mouth started sucking on the skin below my jawline.

‘Which part is the intake hose?’ Stone uttered against my skin.

That was when he chose to take his calloused palm and rip my panties off.

His habit of ripping my clothes was soon going to leave me without a wardrobe.

My breathing went erratic as I pressed my back against him and tipped my head upwards slightly. I ignored the excitement building up at the bottom of my stomach and pointed to the large thick pipe near the left of the hood.

Stone planted a kiss on my neck while moving his fingers until they covered the whole of my bare mould.

‘Good girl.’ He rasped out in praise.

‘What happens if I get an answer wrong?’ I whispered my question.

He chuckled hoarsely and evilly ‘Then you are all mine.’

Thank all the sex gods that Mike was away on vacation with his wife to Hawaii for their fiftieth anniversary.

A lone finger slipped into my wetness, and I shook at the sensation. I leant all my weight onto the front of the large man standing behind me as I let my eyes flutter shut for a few seconds.

‘Point to the throttle body.’ The deep voice amusedly uttered against my earlobe.

His thick finger began to move. In and out. Filling the hole and flicking over the spot that was needing attention.

There was no use trying to think about the correct answer. There was no use trying to think at all. Not when I felt the infinite amount of pleasure and anticipation.

My shaky hand pointed to a random place under the hood as I gasped ‘Right there.’

Stone released a dark laugh as he moved faster against my sex. He kept going until he felt my walls convulse against his index finger, trying to trap him in.

He stopped moving.

I let out a single cry at the loss of momentum.

‘That is wrong, Medusa.’ He stated and did not bother to give me the right answer.

All I could do was rock my hips and try to find my high by riding his finger. The friction was not enough. I let out a frustrated moan as I tried to encourage him to move.

That moan turned to a sad whimper of loss when he removed the finger and brought it to his lips.

I turned around quickly, full of agitation. I ended up hitting my forehead against his stomach that felt made up of steel. Before I could bounce off his abdomen, he leaned down and caught the back of my thighs.

‘I need you.’ I whined, rubbing myself against him impatiently.

‘You will only ever need me.’ He stated like it was a commandment from a superior being.

The well-built man with the look of unadulterated raw hunger in his eyes lifted me so that I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his middle.

He moved in a haste to carry me towards the nearest available surface. Which so happened to be his motorbike.

My butt perched on the end of his Ducati as he set me down and got rid of the leather skirt blocking his view of me.

The leather seat of the motorcycle was vibrating. It was not because the engine was switched on. It was all due to my whole body shaking with need and excitement.

Like the caveman he was, Stone got rid of the fabric covering my upper half. He shredded the material for having dared to come between him and my skin.

I sat naked on his bike while he stood fully clothed towering over me. The contrast made my body warm with heat. I felt so vulnerable and exposed yet so lusted over.

Stone stopped and watched me for a second. Taking in the view of my panty-less ass on the leather seat.

I pouted up at him nervously ‘What if someone comes in and sees?’

A low-octaved gnarl left his mouth as his hands protectively roamed my body ‘Do you think that I would let anyone see you?’

That answered my question. He would probably be a little mad if another man saw me naked.

The large hand reached out and rested between my breasts. Not on either of them but between. My nipples were begging to be touched but he continued his torture. He gently pushed me back until the leather was smooth against my back.

My open legs dangled off the bottom of the bike while the rest of my bare body was sprawled across the motorcycle.

I watched as Stone’s veiny hand went down to wrestle at his zipper. His desperate jerky movements only heightened my anticipation. The look of love and starvation in his eye only dampened the folds between my legs.

He growled ‘This bike might not survive what I am about to do to your tiny body.’

The leather material under me was definitely wet.

‘Please.’ I begged, moving my hand and brushing it over my chest ‘Please.’

‘Fuck Ella.’ Stone cursed, pushing down the waistband of his boxer briefs ‘You make me so fucking hard.’

His unnaturally large and thick shaft was finally free. It sprung against his stomach before the meaty hand wrapped a fist around the thickness.

I watched the scene with whimpers escaping me and liquid dripping down my thighs.

‘Does that get you wet?’ He demanded to know, his rough gravelly voice deepening ‘Knowing that I can only get hard for you and only ever you? Knowing that it is only you that is allowed to touch me? Knowing that I can only love and worship you?’

He knew exactly what his words were doing to me.

I shimmied down the bike slightly so that I could angle my hips and open my legs further.

That full smooth tip pressed up against my entrance and I braced for the impact. I consciously reached upwards with one hand and gripped the handlebar of the bike.

His pelvis rocked against mine and he nudged me slowly and tauntingly.

‘Tell me that you belong to me.’ He released gutturally from his throat.

I loved his possessiveness. I loved him demanding and taking control.

I would never tell him that, however.

Meeting his eye, I managed to suppress my moan and offer him a challenging hum.

He glided the tip over my entrance over and over again.

Stone let out in a low seductive drawl ‘You are blushing, Medusa.’

‘No. I am not.’

His laughter was a husky deep sound. It travelled straight to the burn between my legs.

Nothing could have prepared me for the savage first thrust. With a gnarl, he dove into me and filled me as much as my body could take.

The black irises glistened, and his pupils dilated as he took in the view of my pleasure-filled expression.

‘I will have to remind you who you belong to then.’ He gritted out determinedly while allowing time for me to adjust to his size ‘I will have to fuck you until you are unable to move. Make sure you cannot leave me.’

I was panting so loud that it filled the large room full of cars. I held on tighter to the handrail of the bike as he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

‘I will have to fuck you so hard that you can only remember my name. Make sure that you only ever think about me.’ He growled, continuing to rut against me at an animalistic speed.

He entered me like he owned the place. Like he owned me. He was rising to my challenge and showing how much he possessed me.

Nothing had ever felt so perfect.

My mouth was desperate to part as tears filled my vision at the force of pleasure coursing through my body. Whimper and whimper left my o-shaped mouth at the sensation of his sex against mine.

Creaking noises came from the bike underneath me as I received the pressure from the giant’s merciless thrusts. The whole mechanical machine shook underneath me as I held on firmly to the handlebars.

I breathed out his name in the form of a whine as the force exerting on my clit increased. His huge body pressed between my thighs as he filled me to the hilt. I screamed at the feeling of being impaled and feeling so connected to him.

The image of me naked on his bike while he was pounding into me roughly still fully clothed was enough to make me tip over the edge.

‘Stone.’ I gasped and then I gasped even louder ‘Stone.’

All I could think about was him. All I could think about was how perfect he felt inside of me.

My legs began to shake as my fourth orgasm rolled through me. My little legs that dangled off the edge of the motorbike wrapped around his waist so that I would not lose feeling in them.

Every time he touched me, it was like he was doing it for the first time. Every time he looked at me, it was like it was the first of him seeing me. It was almost as if he was just grateful, I was there.

His hands moved to my hips and moved my body so that I was now sitting up. He continued to go at a vicious pace while never letting his gaze drop from my face.

As well as legs wrapped around him, I moved my hands around the back of his neck and held onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

‘Nobody can hear us.’ He grunted, moving the skull-tattooed hand to cup my jaw ‘Scream for me, baby.’

I did. Until my throat went sore.

The skull covered hand brushed hair behind my ear that had stuck to my face as more wetness coated the most sensitive part of me.

He held me as I came apart in his arms.

I would never get accustomed to how big he was. Even if we were together for a million years, his hugeness would still shock, terrify and excite me all at once.

The giant released gruffly ‘Will never be able to look at this bike without thinking of my sexy little girlfriend.’

I moved closer until I was hugging his large body. We were still connected when I leaned in and dragged my hands into his black hair.

‘Am I your girlfriend?’ I teased through my moans ‘Because I don’t remember you asking me.’

His hands moved to my thighs as he moved me faster and faster against him. I held on and rested my face against his shoulder as he bounced me on his cock.

‘Keep your eyes on me, Medusa.’ He growled out, unhappy that he could not see my face.

I pulled back. I took in the sight of him watching me while he pleasured my body. He was stunning like a dark dangerous god. His bulky muscles were clenched. His eyes were unearthly as they softened while continuing to keep his full attention on me.

The euphoric feeling raced through me once again and I watched as his expression filled with pleasure and love.

I pulled back and managed a lazy smile ‘Ask nicely and I might consider being your girlfriend.’

I loved challenging him. I loved poking the beast and watching as it came out to devour me.

He moved out of me and then in again. Still erect. The body two or three times bigger than my own pressed against me.

My jaw slackened and my chest bounced against his broad middle at every one of his brutal thrusts.

‘Mine. You are mine.’  He gnarled, burying his face into my hair ‘I am taking what is mine.’

Every ounce of his overly huge figure was filled with possessiveness. It was running through his blood and strengthening him. He rubbed at my thighs soothingly while he continued to show me who I belonged to.

‘Your body. Your soul. Your heart.’ His deep voice grunted, ‘Every perfect part of you is mine.’

I let my head fall back as my eyes rolled in ecstasy. My attention drifted away from him for a split second before he tugged under my chin and made me look at him again.

The large veiny hands went back to my thigh and squeezed as his huge sex organ pumped into me faster and rougher.

A contacting ripple went through my core as a strangled ear-pitching noise left my mouth.

‘Fuck.’ He cursed after leaving one kiss right on my nose ‘You are mine.’

‘Yes. Yes. Yes.’ I told him in whimpers as I held onto him even more tightly.

His hips bucked forwards and backwards desperately. He kissed me all over my face as he continued to send me into a land full of pleasure for the umpteenth time.

‘Oh my god.’ I moaned ‘Oh my god.’

‘That is not my name, Drizella.’ He growled, angered by the fact that it was not his name leaving my lips.

‘Stone, fuck, Stone.’ I released, letting my forehead rest against his ‘I am yours.’

We were not conventional. We did not fit together. But we made it work.

I palmed his back and wrapped my legs closer to him while I whispered breathily ‘My boyfriend fucks me so good that nothing else could compare.’

A claiming roar left his mouth as he slammed into me deeper than ever before.

His neck tendons looked ready to break and his veins went so thick that I did not know where they started and ended.

‘Fuck yes. He does.’ He grounded out in his deep masculine throaty voice ‘I always leave my girl satisfied. Every fucking time.’

Sex was not just about pleasure. It was about love. It was about trust. Both people are left vulnerable and bare. Both need to give and take and revel in each other.

I stared into Stone’s eyes. I never wanted to leave his sight.

This was the place I wanted to stay for the rest of my life.

Stars in the obsidian orbs and stars in my vision due to the intense feeling became hard to tell apart. They were one and the same now.

We were one.

Stone walked with my form in his arms to the next nearest surface. He was still lodged deep inside of me when my back touched the cold hard surface of the wall.

My shaky weak knees hugged his body and my back arched off the wall in the need to be closer to him. I dug my nails into his back as I felt the tears roll down my face.

I did not want it to end.

The hot vibrations grew to a rapid pace. His deep groaning mixed with my screams made a perfect sympathy.

‘Too good. Too good.’ I sobbed, my lip wobbling ‘I can’t, Stone, I can’t.’

Calloused palms cupped my cheek and wiped away the tears of joy that ran down my face. He continued to do it while uttering sweet yet dirty nothings to me.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

Valentine Stone was breath-taking.

‘You are so beautiful, Drizella.’ He rasped out, his gaze zoning in onto my face and capturing me.

He claimed me. Over and over again.

‘I can’t.’ I moaned again ‘Too good.’

‘One more.’ He commanded, his hand moving up and resting on my neck ‘Want to turn you fucking limp.’

He drove deep into me. Deeper and deeper. Then he stopped. He stilled and then he shuddered violently with a roar.

I writhed under his exhilarating attack. My string of screams lingered in the air as he moaned gutturally against my forehead.

He was filling all of me. My body. My mind. My heart. My soul.

Stone was close. The spasms of my channel squeezed him tight. The whimpers from my mouth were enough for him to twitch rhythmically against my clit. My closeness left him satisfied.

Our mouths met in a passionate war of tongues. Stone dominated and controlled. He held my jaw and let his hunger take over him like a territorial wild beast.

It was not merely physical. It was everything. The connection was emotional and soulful and every single tether in the world. Our hearts hammered against one another. Our lips met and our bodies sighed with happiness repeatedly.

He rocked into me one last time. He speared deep while looking into my eyes. He growled my name when he unlocked the piercing and searing pressure in both of us.

My screams turned to pants. His gnarls turned to kisses.

Our sweat-beaded foreheads met, and we both smiled. We panted against each other and caught our breaths.

We had the best sex. Every time.

I slumped against him. I could not feel my legs or any other part of my body. I relaxed into the large body because Stone did not seem keen to let go.

He had entrapped me in his arms while walking over to fetch a clean towel. He wiped at my thighs and between my legs before leaving gentle kisses on my most sensitive parts.

‘I have got you.’ He breathed out, his fingers combing through my hair soothingly ‘I have always got you.’

The side of my face rested on his shoulder as I smiled ‘I know.’

His palms found my face and he forced me to look up at him. I smiled up at him while moving my head so that I could kiss one of his hands.

‘I love you.’ He declared so easily and so strongly like he was merely telling me that he needed oxygen to breathe.

Stretching up and leaving a small kiss on his jaw, I whispered back instantaneously ‘I love you too.’

A small grumble left his chest.

‘What are you grumbling at now?’ I giggled.

‘Want a kiss.’ He grumbled again.

I shook my head at the insatiable man and pointed out amusedly ‘We just kissed like five minutes ago.’

He moved his arms so that they wrapped around my waist possessively.

‘It can be two seconds and I miss touching you, Medusa.’

I kissed his jaw again and pulled back with a wink. He sent me a playful scowl and my smile turned to a grin.

There was a healthy sex life in a relationship and then there was us. We had a lot of sex. Maybe even too much. Both of us were still new in our relationship but I had a gut feeling that our need to be close would not ever fade away.

Maybe it was Stone’s giant build. Maybe it was his strength. Maybe it was his need to be touching me twenty-four-seven. But he had an unearthly and unnatural amount of stamina.

‘Always needing to be touching me.’ I tutted teasingly before adding ‘What would you do without me?’

The large body stilled.

Gruffly from his throat, he rebutted ‘Where do you think you are going?’

I rolled my eyes ‘It is a figure of speech and I know you know that, smartass.’

He buried his face into the crook of my neck and left a kiss on the skin before he rasped out ‘I would destroy the whole fucking world to get you back if you left. Nothing and nobody could keep you away from me.

‘Caveman.’ I muttered under my breath as a shiver shot up my spine.

‘Are you cold?’ He demanded to know as he quickly moved his head back to study me.

‘Considering that I am naked, yes.’ I laughed as another shiver travelled through me.

Stone moved quickly. He set me down on the ground before removing his shirt. He then tapped my hips and motioned for me to put my arms up. He placed his shirt on me and the material fell to my knees.

His muscular arms opened, and I understood straight away what he was wanting. I stood up on my toes and hugged his middle. I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him as I embraced his bulky body in a hug. 

I had such a sore back. The cause was a mixture of the rough attention Stone had shown me and the fact that I had to stretch to merely reach his chest.

‘I have a theory that UFO’s orbit the area of the thing they want to take.’ I voiced quietly to him ‘You are like my UFO. Always lingering. Always ready to take.’

‘And you are my little alien.’ Stone chuckled before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of my head “I will follow you to the end of the galaxy.’

My cheeks hurt from smiling.

‘So, Lurch,’ I asked randomly ‘Are you a boob or an ass man?’

I was very curious because he always seemed to show attention and worship every part of my body. He seemed to favour every part of my skin.

‘I am an Ella-man.’ The deep voice answere