Page 80 of Tesio
“M-Mistress?” He whispered, and his soft demeanour, the way he was basically on his knees for me, pushed those bad thoughts away. That gave me the strength to take what he was offering. To take charge of him, at least for now, to give both of us what we needed. For me to feel in control for probably the first time in my life, and for him to just do what he’s told, without worries or pressure bogging him down. Without consequences to deal with. Just us. Just now. Tonight.
“My pussy won’t eat itself, Grease. Get to it,” I murmured, tugging at his hair, his sudden beatific smile sending warmth surging through me. Giving him what he needed felt pretty fucking amazing. Especially since it was about to be what I needed too. Truthfully, any moment spent with him was something I’d treasure, but he was amazing with his mouth.
His hands rested on my thighs as I stepped my legs apart, and pressed his face between them, breathing in deep.
“Hands behind your back,” I murmured, just to see if he’d do it, feeling empowered and gratified when he did. How miraculous that a man like him could just give himself over like this, taking orders from a little woman like me.
“Lick deeper, Grease. Fuck me with your tongue.” His low groan sent a shiver through me, which rapidly became a shudder as his tongue plunged deep, and my legs trembled under the onslaught of pleasure he threatened me with.
He was getting me there so fast, almost too fast, so I tugged sharply on his hair, fighting the tingles starting to ripple outward from that fast-moving tongue.
“Grease.”
He stared up at me, his eyes wide, pupils dilated, his tongue swiping over his lips.
“Call me Mistress again.”
His lips stretched into a smile, and he cleared his throat.
“Yes, Mistress. Can I finish tongue-fucking you now?”
God yes. I nodded, dragging his face back to my pussy.
“Finish me, Grease. Just with your mouth. Make me come all over your face.” Another ragged groan followed my words, and I leaned to the side to see his cock, standing proud, practically purple with need. He was so turned on by this, and even if this was something that never happened again, I felt like a goddess in this moment. Grease lashed his tongue over my clit again, and that was all it took. Pleasure rocketed through me, and my legs wobbled, as delicious licks of pleasure tormented every inch of me.
“Oh my GOD!”
He kept licking, even as I started tugging on his hair again, needing him to stop as I grew sensitive.
“Grease, stop!”
He stopped fighting me, and his head eased back, a smug grin on his face, as his skin glistened with my juices.
“Was it good for you, baby?” He murmured, dragging his hand across his face, then licking his palm, in a filthy display that sent another ripple of aftershocks through me.
“Baby?”
He laughed, lunging up from the floor to shove me back on the bed.
“Yeah, now I’m in charge, little pain, and the first thing I’m going to do is ram my aching cock so far inside you, that you’llscream my name in that high pitched voice, that says I’m fucking your throat from the other end.”
I blinked stupidly at him, but he was laughing.
“Come on, babe, I’m hilarious.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and my words turned into a surprised yelp, as he did exactly what he’d threatened, and filled me like a brute.
“That wasn’t nearly high pitched enough. Hang on. Lemme do it again,” he grinned wickedly at me.
A fist thumped on the door, and he cursed.
“Fuck offfff!” he practically sang out, while I tried to grab the covers to hide us. What if they just walked in?
“Sorry, man, but Reacher’s on the phone. You need to hear this.”
Chapter Forty-One
You know what’s theopposite of great? Having to stop fucking my woman, right in the middle of getting nice and deep inside her, and watching her eyes roll back in her head as I blow her mind with my fucking dick.
