Page 55 of Yours Truly

Trace begins moving the few items on top of the desk to the filing cabinet adjacent, stealing moments to take in my naked body. He drags the blunt end of his fingertip along my pubic bone, making me shudder. “Ink would look good here.”

My mouth is dry, but I pretend that it isn’t. I pretend I’m not nervous to climb on top of the man I’ve been dreaming about for ages and take a wet, messy orgasm from him. “What kind?”

His eyes lift to mine. “My name.”

I smirk, knowing he’s teasing but envisioning just how hot it would be to have his name on me. I nod to his cock before reaching out and cupping the heavy cage and swollen balls in my palm. “Or this. I’d love ink to remember this forever.”

He groans. “Fuck, that feels… good. Aggravating because I can’t get hard and I can’t fucking touch my cock, but still… it feels good.”

I drag my fingertip over his cock jutting from between his hips, using my other hand to gently stroke the seam of his balls.

“Goddamnit, why does it feel like you’re jacking me off right now?” he rasps, sitting on his elbows as he watches me coat the dildo and tease his sack.

“Because you wish I was, so this is playing tricks on you,” I whisper, coming off like an experienced domme. But I’m not. It’s just… doing this with him feels natural. I feel as in my element with his caged cock in my hand as I do with a pencil in it.

“Tell me, last night when you told that woman to get on her knees,” I start, climbing onto the desk, throwing one leg around him. I hover above the dildo, and Trace reaches out, touching my cunt for the first time.

My head falls back. “God that feels good,” I groan, allowing myself just a moment of pleasure before it’s back to business. I lift my head and meet his eyes. “Tell me how you had your way with her mouth.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as his hands move to my hips. Slowly, I work my way down his body, toward his groin. My face hovers over the glistening cock, which bobs as I stroke it. Smiling, I say, “Tell me, Trace. Tell me what you were going to say to her.”

He eyes the cock just inches from my mouth. “Say it again,” I command, my lips dusting the crown.

“Open up and choke on this cock you’ve been dying to taste,” he whispers, and like a good girl hell-bent on reforming her broken boy, I lower my mouth until the cock slides onto my tongue.

He feeds his fingers through my hair, jerking my head deeper. Tilting his hips, the dildo fills my throat, making both of us groan. I lift my gaze from his groin, finding his eyes already on me.

“Choke on my cock, Ivy,” he whispers, thrusting his hips impatiently, sending the cock down my throat, impaling me in short thrusts. His eyes widen as I choke, but I stay down on the cock, using my free hand to tease his balls. “Choke on me, choke on what I know you’ve been dying to taste,” he murmurs, my lips forming a tight seal around the cock. He groans something feral and fierce, my throat bobbing with my first swallow of thick saliva. He holds my head and fucks my face for another minute or two, but the pressure is building, and I know if I don’t get fucked soon, I’ll come anyway.

And that’s where I need him, not me.

I pop off and swat his hands away, making him grumble and groan, pushing back up to his elbows. Poor Deuce. I’m sure he doesn’t want anyone’s bare ass on his desk.

“It’s time for me to fuck this cock you want me to choke on so badly,” I breathe, biting into my bottom lip as I position myself at his groin, one foot on either side of his thighs. “So talk me through it, Trace,” I whisper, aligning the glistening, spit-coated rubber cock at my swollen, slick pussy lips. “Tell me how you’d have fucked her.”

Sweat glistens along his hairline as he reaches out, dragging his fingers along the seam of my cunt, exploring my arousal. There’s so much of it, so many signs that I’m throbbing for him, for this. He groans, bringing his fingers to his mouth, driving them inside as his eyes flutter closed.

“Fucking hell, Ivy,” he moans as his eyes open, finding mine, laced with need. “I could taste your pussy every day, you’re so sweet.”

I slap his face, making his eyes widen. “Did I say taste me or did I say tell me how you’d have fucked her?”

Leaning over, I grab the petroleum and unscrew the lid. Dipping my hand in, I scoop some up and slather it down the shaft of the cock.

Reaching down, I hold the cock steady and I drop down on it, impaling myself in one swift push. I gasp, I press a palm low to my belly, I moan, I cling to his chest and squeeze my eyes closed, willing myself to accept the swift intrusion.

“So. Full,” I manage, wiggling my hips as I slowly open my eyes again. His are everywhere. On the place where the toy fills me. On my nipples. At my throat.

Holding my eyes.

“I’d tell her to bounce. I’d tell her to bounce on my cock until I was close, and then I’d tell her to grind hard when I come. Grind that tight, wet cunt against me to send me over the edge, to make me leave my cum urgently, deep inside of her,” he says hoarsely.

With my hands on his chest, I grip him and move, working my hips in a slow pattern that makes his eyes roll back. He sucks his lip beneath his teeth as sweat slides down his temple.

“This is fucking torture,” he groans.

I slap his face again. “Watch me as I torture you. Keep your eyes open, Trace.”

I ride him faster. “God I love the way my name sounds when you say it.”

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