Page 46 of Merry Mischief List
I shimmy my thong off and drop it to the ground, then spread my legs wide again. “You really wanna know?”
“The best way to pleasure a woman is to learn how she pleasures herself,” he responds.
“Seems like good advice.”
“So show me how you pleasure yourself, and I’ll show you how I do it better.”
I swipe between my legs and—dripping wet, just as I expected. My eyes meet Porter’s, and I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking off the juices. I brush down the center of my chest back to my pussy and circle my clit.
“To be honest,” I say, “I’m never really alone. My best friends are always with me.”
“Stella?” he asks, brows shooting to his hairline.
“No, my toys.”
Porter smirks. “And what kind of toys would those be?”
“Something thick and long I can ride till I can’t see straight.”
Porter’s jaw ticks, and I sink my fingers into my opening, letting out a deep moan. His hand grips my wrist, darkened eyes holding mine as he tugs them out and sucks them clean. He drops to his knees in front of me, grasps my thighs, and tugs me closer to bury his face between my legs.Looks like my little strip tease was worth it.
“Fuck,” I say as he devours me, and when he dips two fingers inside, I scream out in pleasure.
Porter stands, hands flying to his waistband, and drops both layers to the floor.Damn, I knew he’d have a pretty dick.“Turn over, baby. Let me see your pretty ass in the air.” I spin over, knees digging into the countertop, and he grips a cheek in each palm. “So perfect,” he groans, swiping a finger between me. “So wet for me.” I lay my body flat against the cold marble, widening my thighs to give him better access.
He holds my hips, tugging me closer to the edge, and wastes no time before nudging his hardened cock against me.
“Think you can handle it, Cupcake?” he taunts, and I glare at him over my shoulder.
“Think you can go more than ten seconds withoutblowingit?”
He grips my hip tightly. “I already told you, if I blow it, it’ll be on purpose.”
“That so?” I grin. “First one to come loses.”
“Feels like a win to me.”
“Oh yeah? Well, the actual winner gets to pick the next list item. And the loser can’t drag them off.”
“What makes you assume I’ll be the loser?”
“I feel you throbbing. You’re begging for a release.” I lean back, sinking onto him. “And I’m happy to give it to you.”
“You’re such a fucking brat,” he groans, one hand gripping my ass, the other on my hip while he thrusts. “I told you I’d punish you.” A slap lands on my ass cheek, ricocheting throughout the room, and I jump.
“Aww.” I jut out my lower lip in a pout. “Sorry, but I’ve been a verynaughtygirl this year.” He slides out of me, and I whimper at the loss.
“Turn over.”
I flip to face him, and he bends down before tossing me over his shoulder, giving me the perfect view of his naked round ass as he walks towards the stairs.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a laugh and spank him.
“Winner gets to choose your next list item?”
“Yep.”
“First one to come loses?”
