Mardi Gras by Lacey Alexander (reading the story of the TXT) 📕

erection. She licked a hot little circle around the tip, again taking the bead of moisture from the end and making him utter, “Oh yeah, baby.” Then she lowered her lovely lips over him, smooth, swift, taking an astounding portion of his length. He was well over eight sturdy inches and she’d just swallowed most of them. He could feel the tip of his hard-on touching the back of her throat, wet and warm as she held him there, as if showing him exactly what she could do with his cock.

Finally, after a breathtaking moment, she pulled back and began to move her mouth up and down on him, taking him almost as deep each time.

“That’s so good, baby.”

He let himself lift slightly, fucking her mouth just as he’d told her he wanted to. She didn’t object, or even flinch, and he loved her boldness, loved how much she enjoyed what she was doing.

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She continued delivering the luscious ministrations for what seemed a long and generous while, and he relished each and every second. More than once he tried to reach for her, to run his fingers through her hair, or to draw her down on him harder—

only to remember his hands were bound behind his back. He strained helplessly at the ropes, both frustrated and pleased by the harsh rub of them against his skin. But all the while she kept working over him, sucking him so thoroughly he thought he’d die of pleasure as he pumped up into her wet, lush little mouth, and by the time she released his shaft from the moist passage, he felt more enamored of the sensuous masked woman than he could easily understand. He wanted to tell her what a bad girl she was, and how much he loved that, but as her submissive slave tonight, he knew it wasn’t the time, so he held his tongue.

Finally pushing to her feet, she said, “Now it’s time for you to pleasure me some more.”

He gave her his most wicked grin. “Want me to lick that pretty pink pussy again, Mistress Mina?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m going to ride you instead.” With that, she lifted one leg over the chair, giving him an incredible view of her cunt, then circled his shaft with her fist, and lowered herself onto it with shocking ease.

They both moaned at the smooth, deep entry.

“You have a marvelous cock, Ty.” She leaned in to brush a sensuous kiss across his lips.

“You have a warm, wet, sweet little pussy,” he returned.

She bit her lip at the dirty compliment, sinking onto him a little farther, and he groaned.

“A very deep little pussy,” he added.

“Fortunate for you, yes? So that I can accommodate this very lengthy erection.”

“Does it feel good inside you?”

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She gave a languid nod. “So big and hard. You’re filling me.”

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Mistress Mina? I mean, really fuck me? Really ride me? Hard?”

He could have sworn the question turned her beaded nipples a little firmer before his eyes. “Is that what you want, Ty? To be tied up and fucked hard?” He simply nodded. That’s what he’d wanted before tonight, but now he wanted it more than he’d ever known possible. And he wanted it with her. His dominatrix, Mistress Mina of the Glittery Mask.

“Then I’m going to give you what you want, baby. I’m going to give it to you so good, going to make you come better than you ever have before.”

“I believe you,” he said. And he did.

Mia felt nearly undone. Still in control of the situation, yes, but on the inside, she was drowning in a passion so thick that it was all she could see, all she could feel.

Taking his cock into her mouth had been more fulfilling than with any other guy, ever, and although it had never been an activity she minded, with Ty, she could have kept going all night, just pleasuring him that way, just feeling the stretch of her mouth around his hardness and the way he’d slid himself in and out, so deep.

As for how far she’d managed to go down on him, it wasn’t that she was unusually skilled, only that she was so hot for him. And it was also because he was Ty— her Ty—

and she’d simply wanted to take every ounce of his perfect cock inside her in some way. Then…and now, too.

Lowering herself onto him just now had been more than incredible, an experience she’d literally awaited her whole life. Now, as she thrust downward, her arms around his neck, her clit meeting the flesh just above his erection, it felt…like coming home.

Possibly the corniest thought she’d had since high school, but there it was. It seemed at once new, yet familiar, like a thing that was supposed to happen, a place she was meant to be.

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She looked into his eyes and got even hotter, rubbing her clit against him as she rode him in tight, heated little circles, his cock doing just what she’d told him—filling her, so very well.

“I wish I could touch your breasts,” he said, and they both peered down at her pearled nipples. The globes of flesh felt heavy, achy, and she wished he could touch them, too.

“Suck them for me,” she whispered, their foreheads softly meeting.

He moved in for a hot kiss on her mouth, and then she arched for him, her Mardi Gras beads falling around the breast he sought as he bent to capture the pink nipple between his lips.

She let out a whimper at the added pleasure. As she moved on him, bucked against him, offering her breasts up to him, she felt wild, dirty, alive, free. Her beads bounced lightly on her skin. The tight lace of the bra that still framed her moved against her with each rhythmic stroke. The garters, too, stretching taut down her thighs and across her ass, provided more sweet, hot friction as she moved against Ty.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. She