Page 78 of Tristano

He shoves his cock against my stomach. “Trust me, I desire you. I’ll make this good for you. I promise. Turn around, hands on the wall with your ass out.”

His hands are turning me before I even agree, but it feels good. I like him taking control. It’s like my mind goes silent, willing to play along with whatever he has planned.

Planting my hands on the wall, I bend over until my ass is sticking out.

“Tsk tsk,anima gemella.You’re a cop. You know how to get into the frisking position. Spread your legs.” He kicks between my legs until they are spread to his liking.

I hear some clothes ruffling, but as I go to look over my shoulder, his hand lands on my head, forcing me to look forward.

“Eyes forward. Don’t move.”

My breathing accelerates as I do as he asks. He removes his hand and continues whatever he is doing. Every time a noise sounds, I jump, wondering if he’s about to touch me. The anticipation is killing me.

I’m about to beg for him to put his hands on me when I feel my dress being slowly peeled up.

“This green really does look gorgeous against your skin.”

I can feel his breath against the skin of my ass. I close my eyes, waiting for the touch of his lips against me, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he blows air directly on the center of my wet thong, making my entire body shudder.

“So wet and needy for me. Men have committed murder for much less than the sight before me.”

“Tris,” I moan, arching back into where I think he is.

He smacks my ass hard, making my clit throb as I pant for more.

“Stay still. I’m worshipping this work of art. You’ll stand there and let me look my fill.”

“Yes, sir.”

The phrase slips out, but damn if I don’t like it. I have always imagined him as the older, dark knight. Maybe that fantasy is mixing reality.

“Did you know that you have freckles back here? They are so adorable.” His tone is low as his fingers trace invisible lines down my ass to between my thighs.

I don’t answer. I couldn’t form a complete sentence if he asked me to right now. All I can focus on is the way my body is responding to his. It’s as if it’s only waiting for his command to jump.

He continues to draw a path up and down my legs until my knees are wobbly from the effort to stay standing.

That’s when he strikes.

First, it’s a stinging pain in my ass, making me yelp. The pain quickly turns to pleasure as he sucks and licks at the skin. My pussy is clenching as if it has something to cling to, my body primed and ready to go.

Tris doesn’t rush things though. No, instead, he takes his time kissing every inch of my ass, leaving bite marks that I know will be there tomorrow.

It feels as if he’s marking his territory.

Oddly, I like it.

Once he’s done, he moves down between my legs, pausing a moment.

“This is the feast I’ve been waiting for,” he says quietly as he pulls my thong to the side.

Then he dives in. The slow,, languid pace is replaced by this breakneck one that has me struggling to stay upright. He tongues my clit, his fingers finding my entrance, teasing it. When he finally thrusts in, he pushes against me harder, his nose putting pressure against my asshole.

The sudden, overwhelming sensations push me over the edge, making me scream out his name as my legs shake until I fall forward against the wall.

Tris isn’t done though. Instead of pulling back, he flips around until he’s beneath me, his eyes visible between my legs. Then he pulls me down until I’m seated on his face.

Then he goes to town. My forehead hits the wall, my legs clenching around his head as he continues his assault on my pussy. He pushes me into another orgasm, never letting me fully come down as he picks up his pace.

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