Page 75 of Yours Truly

“I don’t know what that means but… fuck yes, I do,” he rasps, his eyes still coursing over my body like a piece of fine art.

“Let’s play mirror,” I say, coming to stand a foot in front of him. “You mirror me.”

Despite the fact he looks a bit confused, he nods his head as his eyes veer to my breasts. I know what he sees. Greedy peaks poking through, begging to be sucked. Not yet, though. He’ll have to earn that.

I reach out and wrap my hand around the rubber cock, and pump myself once. He reaches out, copying me, and I can’t help but let a little breathy gasp free as his veiny, thick, tattoo-laden hand stretches the length of his thick cock, already hard, making it harder.

“I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, baby, but this is hot,” he groans.

I pump my cock again, and he pumps his, sending a rush of wetness into my beautiful lacy lingerie. “This is making me wet, Trace,” I breathe, my voice unexpectedly low and seductive. “Maybe if you’re good at following orders, I’ll let you feel how wet you’re making me.”

“Jesus Christ,” he utters, gripping the slick cap of his cock as I make him wait for another order.

Moving my fingertip to the end of my toy, I begin swirling it around the rubber head. He does the same, smearing a bead of opaque liquid around his tip, his head falling back in tortuous delight as he does. His throat bobs with a feral groan and my eyes move to the sheer size of his neck and the tattoos; a rose blooming through a patch of violent, sharp thorns and a snake partially coiled.

I bring my finger to his mouth, and push it onto his tongue. He groans, knowing just what I’m doing. “Mirror,” I command, nudging him through his hesitancy. I take my finger back, and he brings his hand up. Opening my mouth, I stick out my tongue, causing him to release a string of muffled curses before plunging his precum-coated finger into my mouth.

Sealing my lips around his knuckle, I suck and moan, enjoying his salty taste, but more so, enjoying the untamed pleasure in his eyes. My tongue curls around his digit, and though he’s the one whimpering and dripping for me, I’m just as aroused.

I wrap my hands around his large one and slowly pull his finger from my mouth, loving the way he watches my lips.

“Now… I once heard a really handsome but kind of egotistical man use a line… and I’m dying to try it.”

His jaw falls apart and his eyes slowly peel from my mouth, crawling to my eyes.

I tap my chin. “I think he said…. Get on your knees and suck my dick.”

A flush hits his cheeks, and he blinks. We both know when I heard him say that. The night at Ink Time when I agreed to go out with Jeremy. When he called those women to the studio, and he wanted to hurt me.

“Ivy, I?—”

I stop him. “I think you mean, yes, ma’am.”

We share a heated gaze, and then Trace smiles. “Okay, Firecracker.”

Slowly, he lowers to the floor, his body still large while on his knees. And that’s got my pussy seizing, too. My orgasm has been building since I unzipped this bag, and now that my fantasy is coming to life, my core is tight with need, my cunt swollen. I’m so wildly hungry for him I can’t stand it, but I love teasing him and teaching him too.

“Hands behind your back,” I tell him, making sure he doesn’t stroke himself. “The next time your cock is touched, it will be by me, so keep those hands behind your back unless you want to find out what your punishment is like.”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.”

I take his square jaw in my hand, the chisel and set of his handsome features making my pulse flutter low in my belly.

With his hands pinned to his hip bone and his beautiful jaw in my palm, I step toward him. “Open.”

Something passes over his features for a moment, short and fleeting, but I jerk his face up to mine, his mouth still closed.

“Trace Wade is open to new things. Trace Wade is evolving. So open your mouth, Trace Wade, before you regret it.”

I love that he smirks before he obeys, opening his mouth. Still holding his face, I push the cock onto his tongue. “Seal your lips and suck,” I state, my breasts aching at the erotic sight before my eyes. God, I want nothing more than to be ravaged and destroyed by him. For him to grab my tits so hard they hurt all the while he hammers into me until I’m screaming my orgasm for God to hear.

But first, this. He needs this.

Maybe we need this.

“Suck my cock while I tell you how I’m gonna suck yours,” I rasp, watching his cheeks hollow and his eyes blink up. Fuck, this is way too hot. Why don’t more people play like this? “Mirror,” I remind him. He nods on my cock, and I press on, eager to play.

“I’ll be on my knees, completely naked, with my hands behind my back,” I whisper, moving my hand from his jaw to the back of his head. I sift my fingers through his hair until I find the right spot, and grip his scalp, gentle but rough enough to make him groan.

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