Page 25 of It'll Be Fun
“Really?”
“I don’t know. I’m tired and frustrated. They’ve been treating me a lot better since Colorado, though. I think they realize how fucked they would’ve been had I quit on them and just walked off.”
They snuggled and Shayla closed her eyes, hoping to doze off.
But twenty minutes later, she was still wide awake and could tell he was, too. Not just from how restless he was, but from how his cock was stiff and rubbing against the seam of her ass.
“Would you like me to suck your cock to help you get to sleep, Master?” she only half-joked.
“Hmm. Thatwouldbe helpful, pet. What about you?”
“I can wait until later.”
He rolled onto his back and she sat up, pulled down the covers, and bent her head to his cock.
“Mmmm. That’s it, baby. Just like that.” His hands settled on the back of her head, gently fisting her hair, and she knew she could quickly get him over like this. It wasn’t a chore for her, either. She loved doing this to him, loved everything about it. From the way he tasted, to the sexy moans he made.
Taking her time, she explored every inch of his cock with her mouth and lips, tracing the veins with her tongue and teasing the slit. She flicked the underside of the head, light suction that made him slowly thrust his hips and urge her back down onto him, deeper, insistent and growing needier by the minute.
This was what really turned her crank about it, that this man who was usually the epitome of control would normally only abandon that strict control for and with her.
That he was able to trust her the way she trusted him.
How could she be his slave and “put up with” the sadistic side of him? Because she loved it, and him. She needed his sadist every bit as much as he needed to be free to let him loose.
There was nothing better than knowing her man was as deep into her as she was with him. That there was no one in his heart but her.
That she could trust him.
Hell, she couldn’t have trusted her ex away from home for so damn long. With Tony, there wasn’t an ounce of doubt about where he was or what he was doing, because she knew.
Whatever he said he was doing, and wherever he said he was doing it, that’s exactly what and where he was.
Salty pre-cum rolled over her tongue and told her he was close, sooo close. When she felt his cock grow even harder against her tongue, heat rolling into it, she went deep and cupped his balls in her hand, and he was there.
He let out a long, deep groan as his cum burst into her mouth and down her throat, his fingers clamping down on her scalp for a moment as she swallowed and swallowed, until he relaxed under her and his fingers stroked her hair. Then he flinched and patted her head.
“Too much, pet. That’s good.”
She gently released him from her mouth and crawled up his body to kiss him. “Better, Master?”
He wore a sleepy, sated smile. “Much better, pet. Love you.”
“Love you, too, Sir.”
He sighed, and while weary, he also sounded happy. “Snuggle with me until I go to sleep, please.”
She did, and this time he was asleep in just a couple of minutes.
Waiting until she was certain he wouldn’t wake up, she eased out of bed and scooped the cats off the bed, carrying them out with her and closing the door.
They both stared up at her, maowing in protest as they followed her to the kitchen. There, she got them treaties, which mollified them, for the moment.
“Brats,” she whispered. “Don’t wake up Daddy.” She turned the TV on in the living room, keeping the volume down, and curled up there with her phone to check e-mail and relax.
Guess I won’t be doing chores this morning.
Then again, that wasn’t exactly a bad problem to have, she supposed.
