I’m fingering the buttons on my blouse fast, watching the lust in his eyes light up. So what if he wants to tell me some crazy story about those pills and he’s lying? Oh, someone as cocky as Stone is sure to say something any minute about how he knew I’d put out.

The truth is I love my job, but I'm letting myself slip into the big no-no you think you only see in the movies. Sleeping with the source. I can tell myself I’m doing what I can to get the story; if we fuck and he really doesn’t remember it, then I know he’s telling the truth. If we fuck and he clearly remembers everything … well, journalism isn't what it used to be and I’ll tell my editor. She’ll understand. I know that she didn’t get her job without bending the rules … in a world of listicles and gifs embedded in online articles, she and I both know that getting the real scoop on a rock star isn't going to happen by playing nice, or by the rules.

Plus, it has been way too long since I got laid. Why not kill two birds with one stone, as it were? My hands can’t work the buttons fast enough when I see the way his eyes zoom in on my breasts. Yeah, they’re big.

I see that he’s got a huge, hard cock for me, tenting his pants mercilessly, aching to be free. Oh, I can so help with that.

But, yeah, this is just a dirty little part of getting the story. Sure.

My whole body is on fire, and I don't really care about what I may or may not be rationalizing to myself. Because I'm completely thinking about the story, and I'm also completely thinking about how much I want to lick every inch of his body. I want to ride his cock and show him that he's not the only one with a top notch ability to charm.

You don't look like I do and not know a thing or two about charming people out of their pants. It's been a while, but a girl doesn't forget how to ride a cock. My body is, and has always been, one way for me to get attention. It could be a good or bad thing. I decided a long time ago that I'm making it a good thing. If I'm going to get attention, then I'll get the kind that I want.

"Stone, you want to fuck me?" I ask, stepping closer to him and running a finger down the full length of his erection.

He grins widely but says nothing.

"You don't just invite a gal up to your room and not plan to fuck her." I look to see if he's going to offer anything up. "But I guess it wouldn't be the right thing to do," I say, pulling my finger back.

Stone's hand grabs my wrist and pulls me against him, my breasts slapping into the wall of his chest. "You don't look like you ever worry about being a good girl," Stone says, his voice low and sultry.

My pussy is so wet right now. The way he's looking at me is enough to make me squirm, but the deep sound in his voice makes me weak in the knees. If I wasn't planning to fuck him before, well, that low rumble like a wild animal ready to pounce me? That totally sealed the deal.

"Do you like bad girls?" I ask Stone, my voice catching in my throat.

He hasn't let go of my wrist. His thumb brushes softly over the skin.

It makes me sigh a little, involuntarily. I can't believe how strong of a reaction I'm having to him. I'm not thinking about the story at all now. I'm not thinking about the pills being real or a lie. I'm not thinking about anything except if he's going to undo my bra.

Stone's breathing long, deep breaths that press my nipples hard against his firm, six pack abs and chest that I'm practically plastered to. His hand at the back of my bra undoes the clasp.

My sizeable breasts spill out from the fabric.

Stone fucking growls in response. He lifts me up to him, lightning fast.

My legs wrap around him and I gasp.

He makes short order of the space between us and the bed, which he drops me onto and immediately he tears down my skirt. The fabric is in tatters.

He likes what he finds.

"No panties?" Stone looks me in the eyes with a devilish smile and a wicked twinkle in his dark eyes.

What? Stone is right. I'm not much for being a good girl.

His hands go to my thighs and he spreads them apart fast and hard.

I gasp and I'm panting. God. I'm going to fuck him. I can't wait to see what he's working with, bare, and not taunting me through clothes. I look at that outline. His cock is easily bigger than anything I've had in my mouth before. I lick my lips. Bigger than anything that's been in my pussy before. I'm all about new thrills.

Stone steps back. He pulls his shirt off with one hand behind his back, looking at me with fire in his gaze.

My blood is rushing through my body like it's on fire. My heart rate is pounding fast through my body.

He goes for his belt. Slow. Oh, he knows he's torturing me.

I can't help myself and I whimper a little. I can't have him holding out like this Stone. "If you're going to fuck me, Stone, get your ass over here."

Stone's hands stop on his belt. His eyes blaze.

Oh shit. I guess I should be concerned, but I deeply doubt he's not going to decide against fucking me because I'm being insistent that he fucks me.

His hands go back to the belt. Yanking it out, he narrows his eyes at me in warning and heads toward me. Stone grabs both my wrists, holding them over my hands and then closes my wrists up in his belt.

Kinky. I'm down for that. I wiggle my pussy at him now that he's close.

Stepping back, he shoots one finger up at me to wait. He yanks down his boxers and then comes back for me.

My eyes are torn between taking in the full length of his impressive body, or to focus on just the length of his enormous cock. It's certainly long enough; I wonder just how far down my throat I'll take him ... but he's so wide I'm also thinking about that impossibly full feeling I'll get when Stone sinks into my pussy. I'm fucking dripping wet with need thinking about feeling him bottom out in me, those big balls slapping against my ass while he fucks that hard rod so deep inside me that a scream loud enough for the whole hotel to know that Stone is up to exactly what a rock-out-with-his-cock-out rock star does.

"See," I chastise him and shake my wrists emphatically. "This is the proper time to have your cock out. Bring that here and let me suck it."

Stone looks at me and cocks his head to the side. The heated look he gives me is like a bolt of electricity from my clit to my nipples and back. I'm tingling, that's how smoldering just the way he's looking at me is, mouth parted and eyes hooded with lust.

"You'll suck this cock when your pussy covers it with cum, little miss bossy," Stone says, biting his lip. He grins at me. "You're used to getting exactly what you go after, huh? I can fix that."

Well, shit. I inhale a deep breath. I'm shivering. Plenty of guys can talk a mean game and some guys even have huge cocks, sure. But I get the quivering thighs, wet pussy, aching nipples kind of feeling that Stone can back up everything he talks, and then some.

I want nothing more than just that. If I thought begging would help, that’s what I’d be doing right now. I roll my hips, keeping my thighs spread as wide as he has positioned them. I jut my breasts forward. If begging won't help—I suspect it would only push him to tease me further—then I'm going to try enticing him. I saw how he looked at me when he showed up for our interview. I know that he wants what I have. And I desperately want him to enjoy me. 

Stone fists his enormous cock, pushing hard up on the skin until his hand reaches the purple head, and makes the veins throb on that massive tool. Fuck, I can't believe the size of his dick, and his hands stroking him seem to only make the monster bigger. 

I'm at once thrilled and genuinely challenged. I hold my breath when he gets closer. He brings his hand from his cock to grab the end of the belt holding my hands and he pulls on them. 

Jostling me and pulling me closer to him, I bite my lower lip and gasp at the sharp sting of the leather on my wrists.

Stone's other hand grabs my chin, making me look at him. "I want to devour those tits. I'm going to come all over them, soon. But first I want to get a taste."

Releasing my hands, Stone sits next to me on the bed, and then pulls me into his lap. 

My thighs dangle for a moment, still spread wide like he pressed them apart. When my mind wraps around him grabbing me, I slap them against his back and hold tight to him, tangling my legs around Stone to grip him, and pull my pussy right over his cock. I line my wet pussy up to his rock hard cock, hands free or not, my body finds the way. I want to sink down on him and fuck him right now. My slick folds are aching for him to fill them up with that huge rod. I'm squirming against him.

But he won't let me have it that easy. 

I knew that, but it doesn't stop a girl from trying.

"Not so fast," Stone growls, closing his mouth over one of my tits. His teeth and tongue war with capturing my skin.

I gasp. My body reacts in such a mix of ecstasy and surprise I can't catch my breath for a moment through the pleasure, pain, and surprising sensations that all ripple through me. My hands are behind his neck, and looped around him, in a way that it's almost like a sweet endearing thing a girl would do with her boyfriend. Something romantic. But Stone is not my boyfriend and there's nothing romantic about this. 

There's nothing sweet or gentle about the way his mouth closes over my breasts, or how he grips my ass so tightly, digging in and claiming me. I know that his fingerprints are going to still be there tomorrow, and I like the ferocity in his touch. The raw need.

I mean, yes, I'm still struggling against his hold to grind my pussy against that incredible cock, but I do also love not being able to, too. I'm something I never let myself be. In Stone's hold, on his lap, my tits in his mouth while he devours me? I'm helpless. Just a servant to his horny whims. 

Fuck, if what he said about the pills is true, I'm getting fucked from the Hyde side of Jekyll and Hyde tonight. I dare to think...if that is true, then what's Jekyll like? The smarmy way he thought that he could make this interview less than serious was charming in how I could tell he was putting on airs. As if he should want to be that kind of cocky asshole? Who am I kidding, though, it just made me ready to both chastise him and show him my pussy so I could see what he could do to it. Sometimes, rhyme and reason have no place in horniness and lust. 

His eyes peering up at me from my tits while he moves onto the other one shakes me further away from my thoughts. The wet popping sound of him releasing one tit to take on the other. The slick feel of my pussy against his bare leg, teasing me with my unfulfilled need ... it's all too much of a distraction from any of my pondering.

Stone is nuzzled between my tits and licking the valley between my breasts now. "I could lick your amazing fucking tits for days," he both compliments and teases me. Stone's actual words vibrate against my skin.

I'm thrumming with desire, the urge for him to fuck me so strong and at the forefront of my mind that I whimper.

Stone nips at the flesh of my breasts again. "But I feel a very wet pussy that needs some attention." He looks up at me with a wide grin. He unloops my hands from his neck and stands us both up.

I don't have time to adjust to the standing.

Flipping me around and bending me over, Stone's hands undo and redo the belt on my hands so that he can hold them behind his back and pull. His mouth? Squarely on my pussy and making me bounce against him. 

I groan loudly, the sensation of his mouth on my needy sex making me want to cry out, but the intensity of the feeling of him finally touching my ignored, greedy clit, and swollen folds overwhelming me to the point where only those groans are possible. A cry is caught in my throat and strangled by stimuli. My wrists are starting to burn, sweat against my skin beginning to chafe with the leather. It isn't quite enough to be painful, but it's enough to keep me from coming just yet. Those pinprick sensations pull me back when his face is working my pussy over so good that the tides of orgasm are pulling me in. This push-pull desire circumnavigates all reason and turns me into a wild, wanton animal for him.

“Mmm,” he moans against my pussy, his tongue moving up and down my sensitive folds. He’s fast, he’s slow, Stone’s working me over like his life depends on it. Like eating my pussy is the only thing in the world to him right now. His hold on the belt keeps him pulling my wrists and making my nipples scrape against the fabric on the bed. My lower back is taut and my pussy is flourishing with lust. Stone is bucking my pussy over his face and making me ride him. I’m happy to oblige such a hardworking man, wriggling my pussy over his face and screaming out with every ounce of satisfaction he extracts from my body.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” I cry out. I remember then what he said. I'm going to come on his cock, and then I’m going to lick it off. That’s so goddamn hot I’m writhing against him.

Stone is a man who gets exactly what he says he wants, though. Not wanting me to come just yet, that means he’s halting that now. My body is trembling at the removal of his perfect mouth on my pussy.

“Let me undo these. That was kind of harsh. You okay?” Stone asks, freeing my wrists from the belt and rubbing the sensitive skin.

I'm okay. It was a little uncomfortable, but in a hot way. That hardly makes sense and I don’t need to tell him that he did a kinky thing and it turned me on. So I just nod. “Yes, I’m fine. Now how about you pipe that incredible cock up my pussy, now.”

A girl will totally beg if she is in the situation I’m in. Like you wouldn’t believe what pure beauty Stone’s cock is. Huge, throbbing, standing straight up and looking right at me. His cock is the ultimate throne, and I’m the queen right now that needs to sit on it.

I suck in my lower lip, looking at it. I want to just jump on it. I start to scoot my ass toward him.

Of course Stone grabs me, but this time when he pulls one of my tits into his mouth? He slams that massive cock right down into my pussy.

Let me tell you, I scream. I scream so loud and so hard, because the monster inside of me now is stretching me and filling me, touching places inside me I didn’t know a cock could touch. It feels so fucking good. The scream that tears from my throat is pure pleasure. I can’t even begin to imagine how fucking huge he is inside me.

His teeth sink into my tit and I yelp out more. Those teeth grazing my nipple, him pulling me up and down on him so fast? Stone is bouncing me to the hilt on that massive cock. An orgasmic pressure is building up inside me like a tea kettle ready to boil. I'm panting, squealing, screaming, trying to breathe while the pressure and intensity builds. His hands are digging into my hips, my ass. His mouth is capturing my breasts and licking every sensitive inch of me. My nipples are aching for his touch to never stop.

“I’m gonna come,” I manage in a succession of several pants. Stone’s massive cock impaling me makes it very difficult to form coherent words at all. But I need him to know that his cock is getting strangled by my pussy in five, four, three—

ONE!

Stone slams me down harder and his mouth travels up to sink into my collarbone. My head falls back and my pussy clamps down on his cock, milking every drop of my pleasure out. I feel the intense gush of cum flooding my pussy and dripping down us both.

Stone’s rod is rock fucking solid and throbbing, but he’s not coming yet. I know why. When I lick all of that cum off his cock, he’s probably planning on me swallowing him. Which makes me even wetter, my clit is twitching and my body is shaking and the thought of that makes me so hot. This isn’t just the most pleasurable sex I’ve ever had; it's by far the filthiest.

“That’s right, Gisele, you get your cum all over my cock, you’re gonna lick every last drop off. I’m going to fuck you down your throat while you taste that sweet pussy. Then I’m going to pull out and fuck those magnificent tits, and you’re going to lick every drop of that off,” Stone reveals his wicked plan to me and I have to say, that’s even filthier than I thought and that turns me on even more than I could've imagined possible. I cry out, another fluttering orgasm pulsing through me like my pussy has a heartbeat and it's pumping out more cum. Well, it is. He told me I’m going to suck it off that gorgeous cock and now I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan. I can’t stop repeating out the little whimpers.

Stone puts his hands to my hips and then presses down to above my pussy. The pressure builds up so much it almost feels like a damn breaks in my pussy. There is so. Much. Cum. Overall, with as much panting as I’m doing, it can only be good that I’m drowning his cock in my cum, because drinking in all of my arousal is going to be both erotically thrilling and thirst quenching. I’ve got that dry mouth, wet pussy thing going on from getting so thoroughly fucked.

And Stone hasn’t even come yet!

As if on cue, Stone pulls out of my pussy alarmingly fast. I see how massive and throbbing his cock his. His balls are loaded up. And a thick, creamy, juicy coating of my cum is all over his cock. I open wide and push my tongue out for him.

He undoes my hands and rubs my wrists. Stone is rough, intense, absolutely possessive in how he fucks me, but he’s not trying to hurt me. It occurs to me that not only will his fingerprints be emblazoned on my ass tomorrow, but the marks of where he bound my wrists will be there as well.

Even if he doesn’t remember this, I’ll have the marks to remember it by.

But that’s not what either of us is thinking about right now. He fists his rock hard cock and gets right up in my face with it. That’s exactly what I want. What I need right now. I know he loved fucking me, but there's something so primal in a man’s pleasure when his cock is getting sucked and I want to give him a blow job that blows his mind right now. That’s the least I can do after taking a magic ride on his cock.

Stone fucks that massive cock right down my throat and I lick and suck every last drop of my pussy off of that beautiful cock. I’m swallowing him deep when he fucks and teases my tongue in circles over the head. I worship his cock. Torment it even. I need to be able to extract just as much cum from him. Of course, I know that means pulling it out of my mouth. He said he was going to blow that load on my tits and I was going to lick it off. With huge breasts like mine, I can put my hand under them and pull them to my mouth. So if he wants to naughty Jackson Pollock me, I can do my best manual hoover it right off of me.

Stone is moaning, and I know he’s close. Watching his eyes close and seeing the chiseled ‘v’ of his hips in front of me as he drives into my face makes me goddamn wild for him. I’m moaning, my mouth humming against his cock to increase the pleasure. It works. I put my all into sucking that cock and he’s pulling that hose out and spraying huge streams of cum all over me. He gets my tits, but he also gets my face, my stomach, my thighs. Ropes of cum line my whole body. I know that I'm going to need to be extra careful in the shower…but I’m not cleaning up that way just yet. I'm going to be the best bad girl I can be and lick up all of the cum that he’s spurted onto my breasts.

When he strokes the beast into its final submission, that’s when I look right into Stone’s eyes and lift a tit up to my mouth. I slowly swirl the nipple with my tongue. Every drop of his cum on me is like icing on a cupcake. I’m cleaning it off slowly but completely and tasting every round his love gun shot off. I'm so turned on by tasting him. The saltiness of his cum mixed with my own cum in my mouth is so erotic, the room practically spins from how aroused I am.

His eyes, taking me in while I suck down every last drop of his cum, eggs me on to get every literal drop that he gifted me with. After I finish the second breast’s load and swallow it up real good for him, I use my hands to scoop up what’s on my face. I lick my fingers and then head down my stomach and my thighs. I savor every last drop until I’m sticky, sated, and totally spent. It's like when I finish this meal, then it's time for a siesta.

“C’mere,” Stone says, jettisoning himself onto the bed with his arms outstretched for me. “That was majorly fucking hot,” he says, his voice again so sensual that my body is covered in excited bumps and I shiver.

I lie against his chiseled chest and let the aftershocks pump through me. I listen to his heart, the thundering beat in his chest starting to slow down with his breathing. I don’t think anything of it and I have a kind of post sex paralysis. But when the calm washing over him makes me start to yawn too, I realize that he’s going to sleep.

Oh God.

I turn my face to look up at him and check to see if he is and, yes, he's asleep. He slings an arm over me possessively that threatens to lock me in. I try not to grunt and disturb him as I slide out from under his arm and wiggle away.

I look back at him, despite thinking I need to use this opportunity to make my getaway, and the sight of his nude, incredible body makes all this sink it. Totally unforgettable. That incredible body is enough to make me start to feel wet again. Shame on my pussy, exhausted as she is, conjuring up more arousal when I’m trying to get out of here.

I know that I could never forget a night like this. I don’t know if my body will ever recover from the aftershocks of this experience. The intensity of the orgasm rocked my world, every pun intended. But most of all, the overwhelming perfection of Stone’s cock buried deep in my pussy? That’s something I’ll never be able to get over. No cock has ever been so good. None can. It isn’t just how long it is or how wide it is. Stone knows how to fuck. He fucked me with a wild abandon unparalleled by any man I’ve ever slept with before. Even though I’m fairly uninhibited in my sexual forays, never have I felt so free, either. So this experience pretty much ruined me for all other men.

God, I've never fucking come so hard as I did with Mr. Guitar God. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt so erotic as I did licking my cum off his massive cock. I’m still shivering just thinking about it. I slink into my clothes and head out of the room while Stone is still sleeping. Maybe he really won’t remember this … and I just can’t be the one to explain that to him. I have to get back to my apartment and get a grip on myself because the way he fucked me, the intensity of how I felt toward him is fucking me up. Especially considering the truth about what I was there for. An interview. Fact-finding. I want to stay to make sure he's okay, though, not to finish out my story. I'll have to kill this story, or get it some other way.

My head is spinning and I keep slipping into my clothes as quietly as I can. My clothes are wrecked. I struggle to make do with what I have to work with and I get the hell out of that room, out of that hotel, and drive back to my apartment. Fucking Stone is the most addicting fuck I’ve ever experienced and I can’t wrap my head around it.

And here Stone is, addicted, and the medicine that cures him is wrecking his life. Wrecking my pussy in the most delicious way possible is one thing. But wrecking his life?

And, selfishly, I have to add, wrecking my story? Well neither of those is a fair trade off. Because no one can write about how he’s found some miracle drug and he’s having difficulties. I grimace, knowing my editor would actually find the story a risky, but still intriguing read; I know that I can’t share these details with anyone else. Like, I’m the reporter who slept with her source, but I’m not the reporter who shares private medical details that her subject gave her. Even as ambitious and driven as I am to get my job done, do it well, do it better than anyone else? Even though I’m generally pretty ruthless when it comes to work or anything in my personal life, too? Well, I’m not heartless. Not heartless enough to take someone who’s been through the hellish ordeal of addiction, trying to get past that, and confided in me the truth. There's something about the innocent way he asked me to come to his hotel room. Sure I assumed that he was messing me with the pill story. But in some very strange way, everything that happened tonight somehow endeared me toward trusting him and that crazy story. As if incredible sex somehow makes the impossible and unlikely seem, well, possible and likely.

My heart doesn’t stop racing the entire drive home. Erotic flashbacks taunt my every movement. How can my body feel so sensitive and so numb at once? When I get inside my apartment, I head to the kitchen for a glass of water. I feel a tinge of sadness. All the cum I drank today was so much more satisfying than a glass of water. But as hard as I came? I need to make sure that I don’t get dehydrated.

I get into the shower, despite being tired. If I’m being honest, I feel shitty about not just passing out in his arms after the fuck fest we had. I wanted to. But I didn’t want to let my ambitious reporter self take over and start observing the scene for if he told the truth or lied. I didn’t think I wanted him to have forgotten our night, either. I’m in the shower for a long time, buried in a lot of thoughts that don’t completely follow through, or come to a head. When I finally notice that the water has gone cold, I get out, dry off, and climb into my own bed. It feels lonelier than I’d like to admit.