His stubbled tickled my skin as he moved his mouth to my ear so that he could whisper "Am I hurting your little pussy?"

"I love it." I gasped the words out "Don't stop."

My words encourage him to continue.

I was dazed with euphoria as he sped up and continued his relentless pace. He drove his thick length into me while I was most sensitive and made ecstasy shoot through my body. My toes curled and my hands tightened around the sheets.

Stone kept his mouth at my ear as he rasped out happily "You like my cock."

"Yes!"

I felt my walls trying to trap him inside me. I felt myself grip him tight.

"I have been keeping it for you." He exhaled his words out strenuously as he pressed his forehead against mine for a second or two "It is all yours."

I smiled up at him because I was too dazed in pleasure to make out what he was saying.

"My Little Medusa is so needy." He grumbled while continuing to worship my body with his hands while he slammed into me faster "Only needy for me."

I whined in agreement while shutting my eyes and gripping the sheets at either side of me harder.

"Keep your eyes on me." He growled out, nudging into my channel viciously.

Instantly, I opened my eyes and kept my gaze centred on him while I moved my hands and held onto him.

I feared I would go through the wall at how fast he was fucking me. The bed was not going to be able to handle his strength. The bed did not just creak. It screamed beneath us and threatened to break.

Stone leant down and kept his mouth at my ear. He whispered the most primal and most territorial things to me while he roughened and quickened his pace.

He was a beast of a man, and he was all mine.

I fell in love with all of him in that moment. I loved him when he was gentle and sweet. I loved him when he was wild and crude.

Our eyes locked. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and he could see the need in mine. His hands roamed to my ass as he lifted me up and angled himself deeper into me.

He hit the spot repeatedly as he pounded brutally into me.

I loved him barbaric. I loved him in control and when he did not hold back.

My whimpers told him to keep going at that angle. To keep delivering at the same pace and the same ferocity.

He groaned a masculine noise as he poked at the nought that was about to be pulled for the both of us.

"I love you." I moaned.

His face buried into my neck, and he told me gruffly "I love you more than fucking anything."