"You going to fuck me with this?" I breathed, slipping my hand into his boxer briefs. "Or are you going to stand there?"
He grinned. "I'm trying to decide if this fishnet pattern is wide enough to fuck you through it or if I'm going to have to rip them," he replied in a dangerously low voice. "I'm pretty sure I can get my fingers through."
I shivered as his hand moved down, down, the other caressing my ass. The lower hand slipped between my legs. I widened my stance.
"You look so fuckable in those shoes," Mace said, then his fingers pushed through one of the holes of the tights. There was a seam down the center, and though he was able to work around the fishnet, it wasn't enough for me.
"You're just teasing," I gasped.
"You said you didn't want me to rip these," he said, his tone infuriatingly mild.
"I wanted to wear them more than once," I said breathlessly as his mouth went back to my tits, teasing the nipple.
Mace stepped out of his pants, pushing me back a few steps and spreading my legs wider apart.
I groaned as he kissed his way down. His tongue poked through the fishnet, and the pressure of his mouth rubbed some of the fishnet fabric against my pussy, a delicious friction. My legs were about as stable as a Fruit by the Foot, and I leaned against Mace. He held me up, his hands on my hips as his tongue traced the pink folds.
Mace stood up abruptly.
"Don't stop," I groaned, reaching for him. Mace picked me up, large hands on my waist, and put me on the bed. "You going to fuck me?" I begged, chest heaving.
"Yes, but I think I'm going to have to rip these," he said and reached down. The fabric pulled then ripped.
"They should have just made these with a strategic opening," I said as his mouth went back down. My legs were spread. My feet were on the floor in the heels, the height of them bringing my hips up at an angle.
Mace took full advantage and slid two fingers in my opening to stroke me as his tongue sucked at my clit. After all the teasing, it didn't take long for him to bring me to the edge. I dug my nails into his scalp as I came.
"Fuck," I whimpered as I watched him slide on a condom.
"That's happening next," he said, giving me only a slight breather before he slid into me. I moaned as his cock, thick and long, filled me. He stood in front of me and lifted my hips up and fucked me. I couldn't reach to grab him, so I twisted my hands in the sheets as he thrust into me, his fingers digging into my ass through the fishnets.
I felt like I was almost about to come, and I reached up to pinch my nipple, needing more stimulation. Mace stopped and pulled me upright, kissing me, his tongue claiming my mouth.
"It's so hot when you do that," he said, his mouth moving to my breast.
Mace picked me up and pushed me back farther on the bed. I spread my legs, and he kissed from my tits down to the waistband of the fishnets and lower. The heels of the stilettoes dug into the mattress as he went lower, his mouth teasing my clit.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," I said, desperate for his cock.
"I love making you come," he said, then his mouth was back. He teased and nipped as I begged him to fuck me.
I came, cursing him. I pulled him up to me, my nails digging in the ridges of muscles on his back. "Fuck me," I mumbled against his mouth. I heard him rip open a condom packet.
"One day," he said, ignoring my orders and instead teasing me with his cock, stroking it on my clit then teasing my opening but not giving me what I needed, "I want to watch you on my desk, your legs spread, stroking yourself, telling me all the dirty things you want me to do to you."
"You want to watch me play in my candy jar?" I kissed him then bit his lip. "You fuck me with that big cock, and I'll put on the best show you've ever seen," I promised.
"Well, when you put it that way." Mace winked. Then he thrust into me, and I moaned, arching up against him. Every time he thrust, my nipples brushed the muscles on his chest, and his cock rubbed against my already sensitive clit. I rolled my hips against him, seeking the friction. It didn't take me long to come. But it was small. I felt it roll through me, and even as it happened, I knew he could make me come again.
I whimpered as he stopped, kissed my mouth, and turned me around.
"This is quite the view," Mace said. I was on my knees in front of him, resting on my forearms, and he stroked me with his fingers. Then he rammed his thick cock into me; my back arched, and my breasts rubbed against the soft sheets. I had to brace myself against the headboard as he fucked me. One of his hands reached to rub and tease my clit.
He hooked a hand in the waist of the fishnets, braced the other against the headboard, and then fucked me hard and fast. I couldn't do anything but moan his name.
"Josie, you're so hot and tight," he whispered. "You feel so good." I whimpered as my legs widened, inviting him to claim me. High-pitched pants came out of my mouth in time to his thrusts.
"I need you, Mace," I said, my voice hoarse. "Your cock feels so good."
