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

“If there’s…if there’s anything under your mask you’re afraid to show me…don’t be.”

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God, he thought maybe she had some sort of scarring or deformity or something.

The part that pinched at her gut was the implication that he didn’t mind.

She glanced up at him. “Your chivalry is impressive, but it’s nothing like that.”

“Then why?”

She swallowed, at a loss. No good answer existed. “Listen,” she finally said, “I don’t want to talk about the mask anymore. What I want is for you to fuck me. Just as hard and long as you promised. No more questions or arguments. Agreed?” He sighed, but gave a short nod as she knelt next to him on the couch, one shoe curled beneath her stocking-clad leg. “How do you want me?” she asked.

“How do you like it?”

She thought a moment, then turned over, onto her hands and knees, facing the other end of the couch. “Like this.”

He let out a groan. “That’s so hot, baby.”

“If you want control so bad,” she said in a slinky voice as she peered over her shoulder at him, “take me.”

Placing his hands on her hips, he entered her hard and swift, nearly stealing her breath. He was so awesomely big inside her, the very sensation of him there nearly consumed her. When he began to thrust hard, hitting her G-spot with each hot stroke, it made her feel as if she were going to explode, over and over again. She cried out with each fierce drive into her pussy, overwhelmed by the power of his cock.

Thank God he’d wanted to do it like this—she’d not realized what she’d been missing. Now she was filled with pleasure, filled with Ty…simply filled.

Between his groans of delight, he murmured that he wanted to make her come again, and the next thing she knew, one of his hands had snaked around her hip, between her legs, his fingers sinking into her wetness. “God, yes!” she shrieked.

Oh, it wouldn’t take long, she knew without doubt. She was too excited. And his cock was so big. Part of her wanted to let him fuck her this way all night, but she 80

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realized it was impossible—her body was too racked with pleasure already, and he’d admitted to being on the edge, too.

“Yes, rub my pussy,” she prodded him, still trying to hold onto a little of her authority as she approached climax—when, without warning, it shattered over her like her body was a piece of crystal breaking into stunning shards of heat and light, and all of them were shimmering down through her as she came against his hand.

And then he was yelling, “God, me too, honey!” and his thrusts nearly skewered her to the couch, they were so deep and penetrating. Again, again, again, he pounded into her, pummeling her, burying her in sensation.

The moment he withdrew, she turned in his arms, needing to see him, hold him, needing for him to hold her. Without quite meaning to, she clung to him, bitten by that same overwhelming emotion again. She’d meant simply to kiss him, share the afterglow in an easy embrace—but instead she was clutching him tight and never wanted the moment to end, never wanted to let him go.

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Chapter Six

Ty rained kisses across her lips, her jaw, her neck and chest, soon nibbling at her perfect pink nipple, still jutting beautifully erect above her sexy, revealing bra.

“Tell me something, Mistress Mina,” he said, basking in the lazy serenity that followed great sex. “Are you always this wild?” He flashed a grin.

He watched her blink beneath that damn mask she still wouldn’t shed for him.

Then she lifted her green gaze to his. “Could be I’m normally a shy, prim little schoolteacher who wears high-collared blouses and her hair in a bun. Or…could be that you can see me nightly, stripping at Club Venus up the street, and that my specialty is hot lap dances on guys just like you.”

He tilted his head, sorry she seemed to be slipping back into game mode, after the intense moments they’d shared. He’d thought maybe he’d been starting to peel back the layers of his mysterious Mistress Mina, thought maybe he’d been getting a little closer to the real her. “Which is it?” he asked anyway.

“It’s whichever you want it to be,” she purred, pulling him down for a soft tongue kiss. “Now, you tell me something.”

“Anything,” he said, attempting to prove a point. “Unlike you, I’m an open book.” She ignored the sarcasm and asked, “Ever been fucked in the ass before, naughty boy?”

He grinned. Now that it was over, he couldn’t quite believe that had happened or that he’d enjoyed it so much. “Um, no.”

“So I took your virginity,” she said on a light, sophisticated laugh.

He chuckled along with her. “I wasn’t aware I had any virginity left to take, but…uh, yeah, maybe you did. Just like I took yours in the same place.” 82

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They shared a deliciously mischievous smile.

“What’s next for us, Miss Mina?”

“Next?”

He nodded. “Next tonight? Next, the next time I see you?” Her smile faded. “I’m afraid we’ll have to stick to the ‘ I’ll call you’ plan, like before.” A horrible thought struck him. “Are you married or something?” She shook her head. “No, of course not.”

“Then why so secretive? You obviously enjoy my company enough to come back for more. Why won’t you give me your number, give this thing a chance?”

“This thing?”

He motioned back and forth between them. “Me and you.” She bit her lip, looking pensive, and it forced him to recognize the leap in thought he’d made—a leap for which he was usually on the receiving end. He’d never been on this side before—the side that wanted it to be more than just an affair.

“Wait, you don’t have to say it,” he told her, pulling back slightly.

“Say what?”

“That this is just sex. We’re not dating, not seeing each other, this is fucking and that’s all.”

She turned away from him then, which he thought