Page 64 of Mafie Queen

She pushes me until I’m lying on my back, and her body crawls between my legs, making this feel less like a punishment and more like a reward. That is, until she slides the tight ring down my swollen cock.

She doesn’t stop though, she stretches the band over my balls too, making me whimper. Her hand moves from my cock to her mouth as she licks it, then strokes my erection that is nearly purple now.

Every nerve is on fire where she touches, the trapped blood flow making everything more sensitive. And just when I feel like I could come, something stops me.

I look down to see that same look on Evie’s face from before.

“Can’t come so easily, huh?”

“What the fuck?” I ask breathily.

“Did I say you could speak?”

My eyes widen at her authoritative tone.Fuck my ass that is hot.

I quickly seal my lips as she straddles my thick cock. Her thong has a slit right through the middle, so when her heat lowers down onto my length, I feel every drop of her arousal.

I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from moaning her name. She grinds down onto me, using my piercing to rub right on her clit.

“Shit, Ghost. I will never get enough of this Prince Albert.”

Her hand moves down between us to toy with it as she swirls her finger around her delicate center, rubbing her slick heat along my shaft but never letting it enter. I try to drive up into her, but she plants her hands on my chest as she uses me for her pleasure alone.

More precum leaks from my throbbing cock, but not quite enough that I can feel an orgasm build. It’s as frustrating as it is a turn-on. Her eyes meet mine, clear and focused. She’s here with me just as I am with her, and our trauma can’t take that away from us.

Her pace slows before she rolls off of me to stand. Evie removes her thong, and then crawls onto the mattress next to me, spreading her legs. Her fingers slide over her pussy, pulling her lips apart to show me just how wet she is.

I can see her arousal dripping down between her cheeks, the glistening juices make me want to erupt on the spot. She circles her clit before drawing a figure eight pattern around her entrance with her fingers. Evie moans as she sinks them inside ever so fucking slowly. I sit up and get to my knees to look closer.

Groaning, I wish it were my dick making her gasp. Her fingers pump in and out curling at just the right angle. I know because of the face she makes when she rubs along that spot.

But her fingers aren’t as long as mine, and I can see her aching to stroke even deeper. Making eye contact, I lick my lips, showing her just what I want.

“Does my bad boy want to lick it to show me how sorry he is?”

I nod my head, enthusiastically. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Go on then,” she adjusts, moving her legs to rest on either side of me. “But don’t make a mess on my bed.”

I laugh as I stand, moving the towel to sit under her ass. There will be a mess if I have anything to say about it, but I can make sure it doesn't get on the bed.

Moving between her legs, I take my time to reallyseeher. She’s comfortable, and I know she feels safe because of how relaxed she is. I asked her to play a new role for me and she embraced it fully. I don’t need degradation from her or for her to hit me with a crop or flogger, I just need her to make me earn her pleasure.

When I apparently take too long to stare, her hand goes into my hair and pulls.

“Start apologizing, Ghost. Or I won’t let you come. You can lay here all night with the biggest hard on of your life while I sleep like a baby for all I care. Get to work. Now.”

Her authoritative tone does something to me, and I can’t help but follow her orders.

Leaning between her legs, my tongue dances around the same way her fingers did. I flick her clit, and then suck on it, only to pull back and rim her entrance. I can feel her panting grow more frantic as I slide my tongue in as far as it will go, rolling it inside her.

I’m rewarded with a moan of pure pleasure as she starts to ride my face, her hand in my hair keeping me in place so that her clit grinds into me just the way she likes.

I growl into her pussy, proving just how feral I am for her, how sorry I am. She gasps as the vibrations course through her clit. My fingers push into her, stroking that spot she was trying so desperately to reach while making her legs shake.

I want to remind her that only I can make her feel this way. Her fingers will never be able to do what mine can. So I stroke, then pull out, only to push back in and rub that tender flesh that makes her whimper.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Ghost.”

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