her want to suck his big, beautiful shaft dry.
“God, if you don’t stop, I might come,” he said suddenly.
She released him and met his gaze. “Do you want that? Do you want to come in my mouth?”
He looked surprised at her soft tone. But the last few minutes with Ty had drawn something from deep within her, something that demanded she be tender.
“I want to come inside you,” he told her. “In your pussy.” She felt the words in her chest. Mmm, she wanted that, too.
“I want to be able to…fuck you hard, Mina. I have a feeling you like it that way, and I haven’t gotten to do it to you like that yet.” Oh yes, she loved it hard. And she wanted it that way from him as much as he did.
“One more thing I want,” he said softly.
She didn’t look at him this time, because she already knew what he was going to say.
“I want to see your face, Mina.”
When she didn’t answer, he said, “Why are you hiding from me?” She didn’t reply, instead gently withdrew the riding crop, leaving him to sigh at the loss.
“If there’s…if there’s anything under your mask you’re afraid to show me…don’t be.”
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God, he thought maybe she had some sort of scarring or deformity or something.
The part that pinched at her gut was the implication that he didn’t mind.
She glanced up at him. “Your chivalry is impressive, but it’s nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
She swallowed, at a loss. No good answer existed. “Listen,” she finally said, “I don’t want to talk about the mask anymore. What I want is for you to fuck me. Just as hard and long as you promised. No more questions or arguments. Agreed?” He sighed, but gave a short nod as she knelt next to him on the couch, one shoe curled beneath her stocking-clad leg. “How do you want me?” she asked.
“How do you like it?”
She thought a moment, then turned over, onto her hands and knees, facing the other end of the couch. “Like this.”
He let out a groan. “That’s so hot, baby.”
“If you want control so bad,” she said in a slinky voice as she peered over her shoulder at him, “take me.”
Placing his hands on her hips, he entered her hard and swift, nearly stealing her breath. He was so awesomely big inside her, the very sensation of him there nearly consumed her. When he began to thrust hard, hitting her G-spot with each hot stroke, it made her feel as if she were going to explode, over and over again. She cried out with each fierce drive into her pussy, overwhelmed by the power of his cock.
Thank God he’d wanted to do it like this—she’d not realized what she’d been missing. Now she was filled with pleasure, filled with Ty…simply filled.
Between his groans of delight, he murmured that he wanted to make her come again, and the next thing she knew, one of his hands had snaked around her hip, between her legs, his fingers sinking into her wetness. “God, yes!” she shrieked.
Oh, it wouldn’t take long, she knew without doubt. She was too excited. And his cock was so big. Part of her wanted to let him fuck her this way all night, but she 80
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realized it was impossible—her body was too racked with pleasure already, and he’d admitted to being on the edge, too.
“Yes, rub my pussy,” she prodded him, still trying to hold onto a little of her authority as she approached climax—when, without warning, it shattered over her like her body was a piece of crystal breaking into stunning shards of heat and light, and all of them were shimmering down through her as she came against his hand.
And then he was yelling, “God, me too, honey!” and his thrusts nearly skewered her to the couch, they were so deep and penetrating. Again, again, again, he pounded into her, pummeling her, burying her in sensation.
The moment he withdrew, she turned in his arms, needing to see him, hold him, needing for him to hold her . Without quite meaning to, she clung to him, bitten by that same
“God, if you don’t stop, I might come,” he said suddenly.
She released him and met his gaze. “Do you want that? Do you want to come in my mouth?”
He looked surprised at her soft tone. But the last few minutes with Ty had drawn something from deep within her, something that demanded she be tender.
“I want to come inside you,” he told her. “In your pussy.” She felt the words in her chest. Mmm, she wanted that, too.
“I want to be able to…fuck you hard, Mina. I have a feeling you like it that way, and I haven’t gotten to do it to you like that yet.” Oh yes, she loved it hard. And she wanted it that way from him as much as he did.
“One more thing I want,” he said softly.
She didn’t look at him this time, because she already knew what he was going to say.
“I want to see your face, Mina.”
When she didn’t answer, he said, “Why are you hiding from me?” She didn’t reply, instead gently withdrew the riding crop, leaving him to sigh at the loss.
“If there’s…if there’s anything under your mask you’re afraid to show me…don’t be.”
79
Lacey Alexander
God, he thought maybe she had some sort of scarring or deformity or something.
The part that pinched at her gut was the implication that he didn’t mind.
She glanced up at him. “Your chivalry is impressive, but it’s nothing like that.”
“Then why?”
She swallowed, at a loss. No good answer existed. “Listen,” she finally said, “I don’t want to talk about the mask anymore. What I want is for you to fuck me. Just as hard and long as you promised. No more questions or arguments. Agreed?” He sighed, but gave a short nod as she knelt next to him on the couch, one shoe curled beneath her stocking-clad leg. “How do you want me?” she asked.
“How do you like it?”
She thought a moment, then turned over, onto her hands and knees, facing the other end of the couch. “Like this.”
He let out a groan. “That’s so hot, baby.”
“If you want control so bad,” she said in a slinky voice as she peered over her shoulder at him, “take me.”
Placing his hands on her hips, he entered her hard and swift, nearly stealing her breath. He was so awesomely big inside her, the very sensation of him there nearly consumed her. When he began to thrust hard, hitting her G-spot with each hot stroke, it made her feel as if she were going to explode, over and over again. She cried out with each fierce drive into her pussy, overwhelmed by the power of his cock.
Thank God he’d wanted to do it like this—she’d not realized what she’d been missing. Now she was filled with pleasure, filled with Ty…simply filled.
Between his groans of delight, he murmured that he wanted to make her come again, and the next thing she knew, one of his hands had snaked around her hip, between her legs, his fingers sinking into her wetness. “God, yes!” she shrieked.
Oh, it wouldn’t take long, she knew without doubt. She was too excited. And his cock was so big. Part of her wanted to let him fuck her this way all night, but she 80
Mardi Gras
realized it was impossible—her body was too racked with pleasure already, and he’d admitted to being on the edge, too.
“Yes, rub my pussy,” she prodded him, still trying to hold onto a little of her authority as she approached climax—when, without warning, it shattered over her like her body was a piece of crystal breaking into stunning shards of heat and light, and all of them were shimmering down through her as she came against his hand.
And then he was yelling, “God, me too, honey!” and his thrusts nearly skewered her to the couch, they were so deep and penetrating. Again, again, again, he pounded into her, pummeling her, burying her in sensation.
The moment he withdrew, she turned in his arms, needing to see him, hold him, needing for him to hold her . Without quite meaning to, she clung to him, bitten by that same
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