Page 84 of Yours Truly

I tap my chin, mulling over some plans I’ve been brainstorming for some time. “Yeah,” I reply, “something like that.”

“Something like that,” Ev repeats. “That sounds kinky.”

“Oh, Ev,” I smirk, putting the tube of lipstick away as I plop my lips together. “You have no idea.”

Trace’s mouth has tasted every square inch of me. Seriously.

His tongue dips into my belly button while his hands skate my ribs, gripping me. “Shit,” he groans, “If I could bottle you up and drink you, I still don’t think it would be enough.”

Appreciation flutters through me, heat flaring in my cheeks and blooming in my chest. After I stopped by my house to get a few things (ahem), we came to his place and this man had me stripped naked in under a minute.

In the midst of painter’s tarps and boxes, he’s got me on the floor, nothing on but open, unbuttoned jeans. His lips carve a trail of heat along my stomach as I peer down, spotting the wet tip of his cock aggressively surging from his open jeans. My pussy blooms at the prolific sight, and it has me moaning for him, pleading with him.

“Trace, I want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I beg, each time my voice rising higher, need rattling in my throat. The more I cry out, the harder I dig my nails down his bare back. When he groans, I torture him by sucking his fingers into my mouth. And the more I want him, the crazier he becomes, pressing his erection into me as he leaves a mark on my neck.

He gets to his feet, finally shucking off his jeans. Trace moves toward the hall, no doubt toward the bathroom in his bedroom, going for the ridiculously oversized box of condoms he has stashed in there, but I grab his wrist.

“You said you got tested after that night,” I whisper, referring to the infamous night in the lobby of Ink Time where I finally got to put my boot-knife to use. I knew that thing would come in handy eventually.

One day in the studio, when Trace and I were working quietly side by side while his arm grazed mine repeatedly, the chemistry between us a silent blaze, he made a confession. He said that after that night, he got tested because he knew he wanted to turn things around. That if he would ever have a chance with a woman like me, he had to make changes. And that started with his health.

“Ivy,” he breathes, boomeranging back to me, lowering his body over mine. The feel of his carved chest and round muscles, his warm skin painted in beautiful art telling stories of his soul—it will never not be the hottest thing on the planet. Maybe in the entire solar system. Honestly.

While we’ve established he’s clean, there’s one thing I haven’t told him.

I’ve been on the pill for years. I didn’t tell him before but now, it feels right.

“I’m on the pill, Trace,” I tell him slowly, our eyes idling in the slow dance of processing. I lick my lips. “If you want to spread my legs and sink your fat, veiny cock inside me, I’ll milk you,” I say, nodding gently, licking my bottom lip, thoughts of his cock inside me flitting through my mind. I want this man so much. “I’ll clench all around you if you fuck me hard, and then when you can’t take it, you can come in me, bury all that hot, thick cum deep inside my hungry, swollen little pussy. And when you’ve filled me full, you can pull out and watch your cream spill from my pink lips, and drip down my ass. Don’t you want that, Trace? Don’t you want to see your cum oozing out of my pink, swollen, used cunt?” I bring my head off the floor, pressing my forehead to his. “Your used cunt.”

His broad chest heaves as a virile, feral growl tears through. “Shut up, Ivy,” he groans, nudging my face to the side to take a bite of my pulse, making me moan.

“I love your lips on my neck, and I can’t wait to feel your bare cock slipping into me at the same time,” I tease, trailing my fingertips lightly up his spine, edging him.

“Shut the fuck up, Firecracker,” he warns, lifting his head from where he was blissfully sucking my neck. Our eyes tangle in the midst of our heated desires, his nostrils flaring with virile need. He wants me back, and that makes my pussy weep. What else makes me soaked? The feel of his cock heavy against my belly, leaving an eager mess. So sexy.

“You’re dripping, leaking for my pussy, desperate for me to say the word,” I whisper, dragging my tongue through the split of my lips.

“You’re going to make me blow all over you, is that what you want?” he growls, dipping his head to my chest, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. A deep groan tears through him, his teeth clamping down, making my spine arch from the ground. I love the way he gently grinds his body into mine, his cock gliding in precum against my stomach.

“Are you gonna hump me and cum all over me before you get to fuck me? Hmm?” I suck his earlobe then give it a nibble.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth, Ivy,” he groans, rocking to his knees, death gripping his cock.

I smirk up at him, the flare in his eyes making my chest tighten. “I like it when you talk shit to me,” I tell him, collecting my tits in my palms, strumming my thumbs over my pointed, thirsting nipples. He watches, gripping himself something fierce. “It’s gonna make it all that much better when you finally take control, and fuck me just the way you like.”

“Right fucking now,” he breathes, stroking my clit with his thumb. Arching my back, I push against his hand, seeking more friction, ready to deploy the next part of my plan in driving my new boyfriend absolutely batshit crazy.

“Before you fuck me, I have something I want to show you,” I mewl, reaching for the bag I brought.

Trace follows my arm, seeing what I’m grabbing, and shakes his head, now stroking his erection. I could masturbate to the sight of him stroking. I probably will later.

“Oh no, no suck the strap shit, I’m getting in that pussy of yours on my terms,” he states, reaching for the bag. But I yank out a dildo, one he hasn’t seen yet.

“That wasn’t my plan,” I tell him, bringing the dildo to my stomach, moving the head of it through the mess he left on me.

He’s all heaving chest and rumbling moans mixed with a string of curse words as I bring the dildo to my mouth.

“I can deep throat, did you know that? Have I told you that?” I ask, batting my eyes. I kiss the tip of the cock and show him the black lipstick imprint left on it, making him snarl.

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