Stolen Jewel by Alexis Abbott
Jewel
My god, it feels so fucking good. I circle the tip of my tongue around the swollen, thick head of Stefan’s cock. He groans and bucks his hips ever so slightly, and it gives me a thrill to know my mouth has that kind of power over him. I moan softly to send little ticklish vibrations down through his shaft and root. I bat my long lashes up at him, making intense eye contact while his cock is stuffed in my mouth. His dick looks even bigger when I pull back and compare his thickness to my delicate little hand wrapped around his shaft. I slowly slide my hand down to the base of his cock, then swivel back up. I take care to run along the sensitive underside and sweep around the head with a little flourish.
His skin is hot and silky-smooth under my palm and fingers. His cock is stiff as a rail, and I can’t help but smile mischievously when I see a sparkly bead of pre-come glistening at the tip. I lean in to flick my tongue over the spot and collect it in my mouth. He tastes salty and a little bitter, and I find myself salivating for more. Everything about Stefan turns me on. Everything he does makes me want him even more. He grits his teeth and groans with pleasure when I take the pink, velvety head of his dick in my mouth. I press down slowly to take him deeper into my mouth. Inch by inch, his cock slides over my tongue and stretches out my cheeks. Every inch I take makes me wetter between my thighs. It feels amazing to be so full, so stuffed with his glorious cock. I take him down to the very bottom, his cock pushing further into the back of my mouth to tickle my throat. I feel a deep, urgent need to cough at first, but I quickly regain my composure.
Or at the least, the most composure one can possess while throat-deep in cock. Stefan’s hand drops to caress the back of my head. His fingers weave idly through my thick, dark hair as I move back up. His cock pops free of my lips for a moment and I let out a little sigh of satisfaction. But I can’t leave him be for long. I dive back in and suck the head of his shaft into my mouth, tonguing the tip while my hand wraps around the bottom of his shaft. I massage slowly upward to meet my bobbing mouth, then back down. I smooth my dainty hand down over his balls. I gently cradle them in my hand while I suck his cock. The combination of sensations has Stefan’s intense, dark eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts between gritted teeth.
“Mmmm,” I moan in response, watching the pleasure dance across his facial features.
Even while I bob up and down on is cock, I keep getting distracted by his face, his body, his everything. His perfect cheekbones angled in the soft flickering candlelight. My eyes follow the cut of his powerful jaw and the straight slope of his neck, down to his bare chest. My fingers itch to wander, and I feel up the ridges of his abs while I take more of him into my mouth. His body is so hard all over, it’s incredible to touch and behold. It feels like Stefan could be carved from marble, like a jaw-dropping statue in some gilded museum. He’s something to marvel at, and even his rough hands and battle scars from years of living a hard, cruel life are beautiful to me. I want to worship him. I want to make him feel every bit as good as he makes me feel safe.
I lean back and a trail of saliva connects my pouty bottom lip to the tip of his cock. I click my lips and give Stefan a soft, devious smile. That fire of lust burns brighter in his eyes. He wants me just as much as I want him. We’re like two magnets drawn together. We can’t hold back, not for long. He’s all I have in the world, but right now, what else do I need?
I take him in deeper, sucking him hard down to the root before swiveling back up to let go with a wet pop. I sigh and wrap both hands around his shaft. I pump him up and down while I catch my breath.
“You like sucking that cock, malyshka?” Stefan growls.
“Mhmm,” I reply, looking up at him.
His hand at the back of my head starts to gently push, like he’s guiding me back to his cock. I eagerly take the direction. I wiggle down closer to suck the head back between my lips. Stefan’s hand presses down a little more forcefully this time and I take him down to his balls. He pushes my head down, holding me there for a moment. His rod is jamming down my throat, but instead of feeling panicked, I just feel exhilarated. When he rocks his hips to fuck my mouth, my pussy gets so wet I can’t resist any longer. With my nose shoved down in his dark pubic hair and his cock choking my throat, I reach down between my thighs to play with my clit. I moan around his thickness as pleasure ripples out from my cunny. I feel warm all over, even as the goosebumps prickle up on my arms and legs.
“That’s right, printsessa, touch that wet little pussy for me,” Stefan rumbles.
I rub my clit in a circular motion while he releases some of the pressure at the back of my head. I slurp my way up his stiff rod and bob up and down with gusto. His pre-come mingles with my spit as it dribbles down my chin. Everything is slippery and sloppy, and every time Stefan groans with pleasure I feel it right between my legs. I grope my breasts with my free hand as I suck his cock with enthusiasm. I slurp and moan, feeling like I’m on cloud nine. Like I’m drunk on dick. I never want it to stop. Hearing his groans of bliss, feeling the tension pull in his muscles as he tries to hold back, and the pressure of his hand on my head. Both hands are gently toying with my hair now while I suck his cock eagerly. I love it when he uses both hands to push down. He bucks his hips, thrusting up into my mouth hard enough to jam his cock in the back of my throat again and again. Every time, I make a euphoric gagging sound, and it’s all I can do to keep my eyes from rolling with delight. It feels so good, his cock pummeling my achy throat while my cheeks stretch to accommodate his girth.
I feel Stefan gather my hair in one hand. He gives it a gentle tug, and it’s like an instantaneous shock of pleasure to my pussy. When he pulls my hair, there’s a primal, almost violent lust that burns inside of me. I want him to show me no mercy. I want him to fuck me hard and make me see stars. I need his cock to fill me up however he can-- whether it’s my pussy or my mouth. He wraps my hair around his fist tightly to gain control, as though he’s holding the reins. Stefan pushes down to hold me in place and pounds into my throat a few times, getting me dangerously, deliciously close to running out of air before he lets go. Stefan knows exactly what he’s doing-- he chokes me with his glorious cock just long enough to make me feel starry-eyed without actually hurting me at all. As always, Stefan tempers his own wild, voracious desires to keep me safe and happy. He wants to push me to my edges, test my boundaries, show me exactly what I’m capable of. But he always does it in a way that makes me feel empowered, even when he’s in full control. I’ve always been a bit of a control freak, admittedly, but I naturally trust him. He seems to know my body better than I know it myself. He knows what I can handle, and he pushes me to the very limit.
I slurp and spit on his cock before I suck in a deep breath and let him hold my head down again. His cock twitches in my mouth as he gets closer and closer to coming. I groan and gag at the intrusion of his swollen member in my throat. I feel a rush of warm, wet slickness from my cunny. My hand sweeps down to spread my natural lubricant around. I slick up my clit and run smooth, delightful circles around the tight bud of nerves until I’m rutting against my own hand. I bounce up and down on Stefan’s cock while I play with my tits and pussy, and before long I can feel him tensing up.
His fingers comb gently through my soft hair as he groans his pleasure. I suck him eagerly, excited to make him explode in my mouth. I’m desperate to taste his come, feel it choke down my throat. I’m salivating and wet for it, ready to take whatever he can give me. But just as I’m about to get him to the edge, Stefan carefully pushes me back. His cock slips out of my mouth with a slippery squelch and I rock back on my knees, pouting at him in confusion.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, my face shiny and sloppy as he leans forward.
He tilts my face up for a second, just admiring my features in the candle glow.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “Come here.”
I think he wants me to come in for a kiss, but to my surprise, Stefan grabs my hips. I relinquish all control to him instinctively, eager to see what he has in store for me next. At this point, I’m wrapped around his finger. As far as I’m concerned, Stefan can have anything he wants of me. Any part of me. Any time. So, I relax and let him spin me around in the soft sleeping bag pile we made on the floor. I turn around to face the opposite direction of him. I let out a little startled, “Oh!” as he grabs me around the waist and easily lifts me, pulling me back. He positions his face underneath my pussy, with my thighs spread wide on either side of him. I look back at him with wide, questioning eyes. I’ve never done this before.
But as soon as Stefan’s tongue starts flicking against my over sensitized clit, I understand perfectly what I’m supposed to do. I cry out with pleasure, starting to roll my hips as Stefan devours my pussy. I lean forward slowly and dip down to pull his cock into my warm, wet, waiting mouth. He groans and suckles my clit, making me twitch and moan around his thick cock. He grabs my hips with both hands and his fingertips gently dig into my soft flesh as he holds me in place. He moves his face back and forth, round and round, his perfect tongue slipping between my swollen lips and around my clit. He tongues my aching, eager little hole, then sweeps back up to my hood. All the while, I have his shaft pressing hard into my throat. I bob up and down while I wiggle my hips, unable to restrain myself from riding his face. Stefan thrusts up into my mouth to meet my slurping tongue. He pounds into my throat while I grind on his face. It feels so fucking good, like the most incredible soft, slippery friction. I slide up and down and hope to God Stefan isn’t utterly crushed under my gushing juices and puffy lips. But something tells me he can handle himself. He can certainly handle me.
“Nnngh, oh my god,” I whimper as my cunny twinges around his tongue.
He licks up and down while I rock back and forth, and after a few seconds the pleasure is so intense I can’t focus anymore. His cock slips out of my mouth and my eyes roll back in my head as my whole body tingles with anticipation. Stefan runs his hand up my back and gently scratches down, adding another delicious edge of sensation to the already-overwhelming bliss of my pussy on his lips.
“I’m so close,” I gasp.
“Mmhm,” he groans, and the thrum of his deep voice through my twitching cunny is enough to send me spilling over the edge.
“Ohh, Stefan!” I squeal.
My pussy bursts in orgasm, gushing honey all over his handsome face. He grunts his approval as he eagerly laps it all up. I shiver like crazy, going almost limp from the intense waves of spasming pleasure. Before I can even come back to reality, Stefan effortlessly lifts me and scoots me over a little. He sets me down on my knees on the slick sleeping bags, my cunny leaking juices while I lie here waiting.
“Stay right there for me, Jewel,” he commands.
He moves behind me, kissing my neck and sweeping my hair out of the way. He kisses his way down my spine while I tingle and tremble under his touch. When he lays his huge palm flat against the small of my back and pushes down, I obediently lean down, my ass lifted up in the air. Stefan sucks in a tight breath as he runs his fingers over my juicy, thick ass. He gives it a resounding, stinging smack that makes me cry out and shiver. I twist around to peer back at him. I watch him stroking his long, hard cock in his hand. He gently spanks my ass with his shaft. I wiggle back against him, silently begging him to give me more. To fill me up and take me hard.
He lines up the head of his cock at my slick pussy lips. To show him just how ready I am, I spread my legs even wider, rocking back into him. The swollen tip of his member presses into me, gently at first, then harder. I’m so fucking wet, he’s able to push his thick, hard shaft into me easily. He slides down to the hilt, filling me up with every glorious inch.
“Mm, yes,” I whisper breathlessly. “It’s so big.”
“You like that, little Jewel? You like my hard cock inside your tight little pussy?” Stefan growls at me. I nod earnestly and bite my lip as he grabs my ass with both hands.
He rears back, his cock slipping almost completely out of my cunny before he shoves back in, harder than before. I see stars for a second as his cock pounds into my g-spot deep inside. Somehow, this position gives me a slightly different, new kind of pleasure. From behind, Stefan is able to strike an intense, deep angle. He rocks against the fleshy, soft wall of my g-spot again and again. My hands curl around the cool, slick fabric of the sleeping bags while Stefan pounds my pussy from behind. I feel so filled up, perfectly stuffed full with his incredible cock. My juices slick up every pounding, deep thrust so he can fuck me hard and fast. He grunts with every rutting movement, his balls slapping against my ass.
He reaches down to wrap his hand in my silky hair again. He pulls back just enough to tilt my head back. I love the way he takes control and forces me into a new position. He’s always showing me just how strong he is, how dainty and helpless I am compared with his enormous power. Stefan could crush me in an instant. He could easily cause me great pain. But instead, he uses just the right measure of personal restraint to keep from destroying me. Instead, he just fucks me hard. So hard, in fact, that every thrust makes a deep, satisfying thudding sound. My pussy aches and twinges with mingled pain and pleasure. His cock reaches parts of me no one can touch. He shows me pleasure I never thought possible. I think of myself as a person with restraint-- someone who doesn’t too easily get swept up in the moment. But I can fully admit that I’m out of control here. I’m not the one guiding the reins-- Stefan is. He could do whatever the hell he wanted to me, and I would gladly let him. In a few short days, this incredible, sexy man has transformed me from a prudish wallflower too nervous to even talk to a boy into a cock-starved sex kitten begging to be pounded.
“Nnngh, yes! Stefan, it feels-- it feels so good,” I whisper fiercely.
He fucks me harder, his fingertips digging into my skin as he loses control bit by bit.
“Da, malyshka, just like that,” Stefan growls.
Tears burn in my eyes as the pleasure mounts higher and higher. I’m losing control now, turning to putty in this man’s more than capable hands. He slaps my ass hard while he pounds into me. The tension tightens up more and more until I can’t hold back any longer. My cunny squelches and squirts as an orgasm shakes my whole body once again.
“Oh my god, I’m coming,” I whimper.
My voice turns to trembly whines while Stefan pumps his cock into my pussy. My come only makes my slick lips more slippery, even easier for Stefan to destroy my cunny with his powerful rod. He fucks me hard and fast, smacking my ass until it tingles numbly. I can hardly wait to see the pink handprint left on my milky pale skin, proof that Stefan owns me, that I belong completely and solely to him.
“Good girl, so good for your master,” he rumbles, as though he can read my mind.
“I’m all yours, only yours,” I gasp out between forceful, earth-shaking thrusts.
“That’s right. You belong to me, little Jewel,” Stefan grunts. “And I’m going to pump your tight little cunt full of my come.”
“Yes, oh yes, please,” I pant eagerly.
Stefan grasps my waist with both hands and ruts into me hard and fast, his hips snapping back and forth as he loses restraint. I look back at him and we lock eyes as he grits his teeth and releases a thick, plush stream of come deep inside my fertile womb. I buck against him while he empties himself inside of me with a few short, violent pumps.
His hands start to caress me all over as we come down together. Satisfied that he’s filled me up completely with his precious seed, Stefan slowly pulls out of me. I whimper at the sudden emptiness inside me, but I don’t have long to pout about it.
Stefan tugs me into his arms and cradles me against his chest in the soft sleeping bag pile. I nuzzle against him and listen to the soft thud of his heart beat, feeling so safe and protected in his embrace. He strokes my hair as we listen to the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the roof of the shed. We watch the drizzle out the window, and the dancing shadows on the dusty walls. I finally take a moment to really look around the tiny shelter. It’s not much to look at, and the wooden walls aren’t sealed well enough to keep the draft from leaking in, but it feels much cozier with my protector holding me close. Stefan lets go of me just long enough to unzip one big sleeping bag. He scoots into it, pulling me along with him as he zips back up. We’re pressed up against each other, bare skin on bare skin, soaking in one another’s heat. I smile up at him in the dim light. I can feel his come and mine still slowly dripping down my thighs, making me sticky and messy in the best way. I generally like to stay perfectly clean, but there’s something so primal about being soaked in my lover’s seed. It’s natural. It’s just right.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
Stefan kisses the top of my head. “For what?”
“I don’t know. For everything. Showing me kindness when you didn’t have to. Saving my life when it immediately puts yours at risk,” I list off. “Not to mention making me feel really, really insanely good.”
Stefan chuckles softly and hugs me tight. “I can’t imagine it any other way,” he says.
His words ring like a melody in my mind. I feel giddy and free, even though there’s every reason in the world to be scared right now. The fear can’t reach me right now. It can’t find me way out here in the middle of the dark, rainy forest, with only my dark-eyed guardian to keep me safe. The world feels a million miles away. For the first time in days, there’s a peace inside of me. It’s crazy how quickly things can change.
When I first met Stefan, I fought my attraction to him because I assumed he was evil. An enemy to be feared. Just another oppressive figure looming over me, taking away what little freedom I had. Then, he became a neutral presence. A protector as much as a captor. Every moment I spend with him, he shows me a little more of his true self. The kindness beneath his cruelty. The softness lurking behind his rough exterior. And every little detail that gets revealed only makes me long for more. I want to understand Stefan from head to toe. I want to feel every inch of his glorious, strong body. I want to kiss him in every part of the world. I long to know the depths of his soul, what makes him tick, what makes him weak. As though there could ever be a weak spot to a man like Stefan.
But if there are… I plan to find them and kiss them anew. I will fill all the cracks in his armor with shining, resilient tenderness until nothing can hurt him. He wants to protect me, but I want to protect him, too. There’s no denying the feelings between us as we slowly drift off together in the candlelight. We listen to the rhythmic rainfall and soak in each other’s warmth. I listen to his calm, steady breathing and let it lull me to peacefulness.
The last thought on my mind as I drift off to sleep is that I only wish we had more time. Time to learn each other, to slow down and really love every tiny detail. I feel like I could spend an eternity watching Stefan, learning every little thing about him. The more I learn about him, the more my feelings grow.
When we wake up the next morning, I’m still wrapped up in his arms. Stefan gently kisses me awake. The rain has stopped falling, and the candles have burned out. The cabin is still dark, but I can see the pale, early glow of sunrise out the window. Birds twitter and flit from tree to tree. The world outside is coming back to life, and we must be moving along, too.
“Come on, Jewel,” Stefan murmurs against my ear. “Time to go.”
He kisses my cheek. Delightful shivers run down my spine.
“I’m awake,” I grumble, my voice all rough with sleep.
Stefan unzips the sleeping bag and we both climb out, stretching and yawning. I’m achy all over from our primal lovemaking last night, and I’m groggy as I watch Stefan pack up. He gathers our stuff together, then grabs my hand to pull me up. I’m still wobbly on my feet as I follow him out into the brisk, refreshing dawn. We crunch across the leaves to the car. I look back at the shed almost wistfully before I slide into the passenger seat.
“I wish we could stay longer,” I admit.
“This place is off the beaten track, but it’s still too close for comfort,” Stefan explains gently. “Besides, you deserve more than a sleeping bag on the floor.”
I smile at him as he fires up the engine.
“No complaints about last night from me,” I remark.
He smirks back and reaches over to tuck a loose lock of hair behind my ear before he reverses the car back to the rough-hewn trail.
“It’ll be a long day of driving, but I promise tonight will be an even better place to rest,” he tells me.
I wish I could tell him the location hardly matters-- as long as I’m with him, I’m good. But instead, we both let the easy, comfortable silence fill between us. The sun is rising over the wooded landscape, casting the forest in shafts of filtered golden light. We wind around the curving back roads, windows rolled down to let the fresh, piney air filter in.
After we ride along for a while, we come around a corner to see a vast, beautiful valley sweeping out in front of us. We’re both stunned at the sudden beauty of our world. At the exact same time, we both reach out over the center console and our hands meet. His hand envelops my much smaller one, and my heart swells with affection. I know we’re still being followed. I know we’re still in danger. But right now, for this moment, all is right with the world.