Page 4 of Playing Dirty

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“Holy shit.”

“Did you enjoy that?” I can help but ask, a big smile on my face.

Twin glowing irises of dark coffee-colored eyes glance down at me from too far above. “Give me a second to come back to Earth and I’ll get off your face.”

“No rush from me, Mistress. Stay there as long as you need,” I offer as I kiss and lick her inner thighs. Her wetness coats her skin, and mine, in a thin layer of sweet mixed with tart—my favorite flavor.

Slowly, and a little shaky at first, she stands up on the bed, then lowers herself down onto her knees at my side. “I know what I want next.” I watch as she shifts her body, her legs pressing together, her whole body unable to keep still. With both hands on me again, she edges closer, her eyes locked on my hardness.

“My dick is hard for you, Mistress. Use me as you need.”

“This is mine for the rest of the night,” she declares as her hand envelopes my cock before she lowers her head to take one small lick, stealing the bead of cum like it called out to her. “You have a choice to make, pet.”

“Okay?”

“Front or back?”

Not knowing what she’s referring to, and that it could mean many things, I decide to take a gamble and see where she’s taking our journey next. “Back.”

“Yeehaw,” she whispers before flicking an imaginary whip, wha-chhhh sound effect and all.

It’s only then I realize where she’s leading us, and I’m all for it. “Giddy-up, cowgirl!”

My fingers are twitching with the need to smack her juicy ass as she wiggles it in my face, and she knows that I know she knows. The saucy wink she throws me before straddling my hips, her back facing me tells me all I need to know . . . she was going to end up this way no matter which option I chose.

No matter, I win either way. She may be in charge because of our current circumstances—hell, I paid her a fortune to be here with me tonight—but I’m in no way a loser in any of it. I’ve had her mouth on my cock, her pussy on my face, and now, I have a mighty fine view of her backside as she begins to lower herself onto my throbbing member.

“Yesss,” she hisses as she sinks lower with each passing second. “So good.”

“Fuck me,” I can’t help but groan in bliss. “You squeeze me so tight, Mistress.”

Peeking over her shoulder, she gives me a soft smile. “If you can talk, we’re doing this wrong.”

“Then show me how to do it right.”

“My pleasure.”

She faces my feet again, then rests her hands just above my knees. The position tilts her hips forward just a fraction, enough to give me the perfect view of my cock disappearing in her pussy. I watch as she uses her knees and hips to slide herself back and forth slowly, in no hurry to get anywhere fast.

Helpless without being able to touch, I decide to test how far she’ll let me go. I lift my hips an inch or two as she slides down, pushing myself a little deeper inside with a bit more force than she was giving. The small sigh of pleasure I hear escape from her lips gives me the confidence to do it again . . . so I do. Over and over and over again.

It doesn’t take long before things build to a whole other level. Within minutes, she’s on all fours, using her knees to bounce her beautiful booty on my lap like I’m a ratchet Santa Claus and she’s my queen who wants all the presents. She’s come to the right place.

Between her tight pussy and my needy dick, we’re like a match made in reverse cowgirl heaven.

“Yes! Yes! Right there! Yes!” she calls out. “Don’t stop!”

Like I would if I could. This damn woman has me in a trance. Gripping the headboard slats above me, I brace my feet flat on the mattress and thrust my hips up as hard as I can swing them. Our sweaty, slick skin slaps against each other, her ass fitting into the groove of my hips like two halves of the same whole.

“Fuck me hard,” I grunt between my clenched teeth.

“Yes!” she screams as I feel her core squeeze me as she comes.

An instantaneous wave hits me and I explode with no warning. No build-up, no tingles, no body pulling tight like a bow, just the arrow shooting off and taking me with it. My body freezes in an arched position, and it’s only the lack of control over myself that keeps me from crashing like a lead balloon under the weight of the shaking body above me. I feel my groin pulsing almost in tandem with her sheath, and it’s a little hypnotizing.

Letting out a deep breath, she relaxes, and it brings both our bodies back to life. Slowly, I lower myself flat on the bed, knees and glutes feeling the workout, and wait for whatever comes next at the hands of my Mistress.

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