Loved By You

Ninety-six

⚠️Warning

This chapter contains strong adult content including graphic language. If you aren't comfortable with that don't read.

Angelo

"You said you're in charge," I questioned. "Yes, I did," Mj said with hesitancy in her voice. "So, I want you to fuck me. I'm yours to do with as you please." I said. "Really?" she questioned.

"Yes, I think it could be fun and I don't have to always be in control. I want to explore all the possibilities with you, and this is one of them." I explained to her. "So, I'm in charge." She said. "You're in charge," I told her. "Then you should hurry with your shower." She said turning her back to me.

"And why is that?" I asked. "Because the longer I have to wait is the longer you will have to wait." She said with her back still to me. I smiled at her statement. "Chop-chop." She said.

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Once I was done with my shower I got dressed and headed into my room. I walked over to the door closing and locking it. I turned back to my bed, not sure what to do with myself. Since I was the one who was usually in control I was at a loss.

I sat down but that didn't feel right, so I stood. Then I realized how stupid I looked just standing here. For the next few minutes, I found myself moving constantly until I heard Mj's soft laughter. I turned to see her standing in the bathroom doorway in nothing but her silk robe.

"What is this musical chairs?" she questioned. I felt my face warm at her comment. She slowly walked towards me, stopping just in front of me. "Am I making you nervous?" She asked as her hand went to my chest. "No," I told her seeing her smile.

"Good, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just you and me." She spoke. "Help me lotion up?" She said holding up her body butter. I grabbed the container opening it. "Nope." She said.

I looked at her confused. "Down." Was all she said. I sank to my knees looking up at her curiously. "Good boy." She said with a soft smile. I felt my dick jump at that.

She sat on the bed raising her right leg for me to take. "Go on." She said softly. My gaze followed her spread legs stopping at the junction that was hidden by her closed robe. I was pulled from my thoughts when she grabbed my jaw forcing me to look up at her.

"Problem?" She questioned. "Nah, but had I known you were going to make me a masseuse I would've prepared some oils or something." I joked.

"Check the dresser." She said before I turned to see several bottles of oil. "Take your pick." She added. I turned back to her seeing a subtle smile grace her face. "Better hurry—," She paused with a fake yawn. "Before I get tired." She said.

"The body butter is fine," I said before grabbing some and, rubbing my hands together. I began massaging her foot. I glanced up at her watching as her legs slightly parted more. The anticipation of getting just a glimpse of her pussy had me harder than I'd been in a while.

There was no way she held this much power over me. I thought. I grabbed some more butter working my way up her calf and then her thigh. The further up her thigh I went the deeper my fingers dug into her skin.

I thought she was going to stop me the closer I got to her pussy but to my surprise she let me continue. I looked up at her seeing her watch me with a look I couldn't explain.

"Keep going." She all but whispered and so I did. I began to massage the last of the butter that sat on my hand into the bend where her thigh and pelvis met.