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."