Page 99 of Sinful Lord

Have I done this to him?

“Wait until we get to the fun stuff,” Tytus says.

The hot steamy air suddenly feels a lot more suffocating as I try to take deep breath after deep breath.

“What now?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off the throbbing trunk wrapped beneath my fingers.

“Now we get to the fun stuff.”

To my surprise, Tytus takes my wrist and pulls me off of him.

It’s like being hit by a frigid gust. Fortunately, I’m not gone for long.

Stepping in front of me, Tytus wraps my arms around his waist and yanks me forward. I barely have time to turn my cheek before its shoved against his slick back.

“How are you so soft?” I hear myself wonder out loud. Despite the hardness of Tytus’ inked-up muscles, his wet skin might as well be velvet. All I want to do is sink into his broad comfort. But there’s work to do.

“One hand here,” Tytus instructs, placing my right hand at the base of his massive shaft. “And the other here.”

My left hand goes a little higher up.

When I slide my fingers up his cock to get a better grip, Tytus’ round ass clenches against my pussy. I shudder. He groans.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, filled with curiosity.

“It feels amazing, angel. But it can feel so much better.”

“How?”

“Let me show you.”

Placing his wide palms on the back of my hands, he leads them in a new motion.

“Move your fingers like you’re unrolling a canvas,” he tells me, his voice getting deeper as we pick up speed. “Just like that. Good girl.”

When he drops his hands from mine, I don’t stop. The thickness of his cock is intoxicating. I just want to make it grow bigger. I need it to throb harder.

“Am I doing a good job?” I ask. My forearms are already starting to burn from the effort, but I won’t stop. I’m too addicted to this feeling of control.

Tytus’ is a giant mountain of a man, the devil in every aspect of the word, a villain in countless stories. And I’m making his knees weak.

And I’m doing with just the touch of my hands.

“Fuck. You’re doing so good, Melina,” he growls. “Don’t stop.”

The way he says my name only drives me to jerk him off even harder. Faster. With more passion.

My mind drifts into fantasy as I turn my cheek and plant my lips against the dark tattoo at the center of Tytus’ back. When I kiss his soft skin, his shoulder blades unfurl and his sculpted arms flash out.

In the blink of an eye, he’s reached backward and clamped both my ass cheeks in his palms.

“Tytus!” I gasp, as he pulls me closer. My tits slide up his soft skin.

“Don’t. Stop.”

I do as I’m told.

But I also start to rub myself against his broad, muscular back. His hard ass spreads my pussy lips. My swollen clit meets his powerful body. He pulls me tighter.