Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Her body twitches one last time, and she collapses back down onto the bed.
It’s time.
I stand, yank my belt loose with one hand, and tear my pants down. My cock springs out like a spear, finally able to stand out straight after being packed into my jeans for so long.
Ivy is gasping for breath. Beads of sweat glisten on her face and chest. I reach down and grab her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach and causing her to squeal with surprise. The view of her ass from behind is spectacular. So plump and so sculpted.
I have to spank it.
I can’t help myself.
So I do. And Ivy loves it.
“Goddamn look at you,” I growl. “So fucking sexy. Built like a fucking goddess.”
Ivy smiles, eyes closed, and moans into the mattress as I hoist her hips up and pull her into the doggystyle position. What a view.
I press my cock into her dripping entrance and smile as her juices coat my crown. Unlike last time, there’s no hesitation when I slide inside her. In fact, as the tight, warm walls of her pussy wrap around my shaft, Ivy backs her ass up and takes every last inch of me inside her.
She’s so goddamn tight. Tighter than a clenched fist and infinitely better than anything I’ve ever felt. Ivy is the ultimate. Pure bliss. I can’t restrain myself. Last time I tried to be gentle, but this time, she’s going to get it rough.
Fire surges in me as I reach down and wrap my hand in her hair and tug, bending her supple body into a perfect arch. She moans as I thrust, pumping her strong and heavy, watching her ass bounce on my cock with each stroke. Christ, I’m already on the verge of exploding.
I grit my teeth hard and fight back the urge to release inside her. Not yet. I want more. She wants more.
I slide a hand up her belly and grab her breast, feeling its firm, plump weight in my hand. She moans as I give her nipple a gentle pinch, and I look down at my cock as it slides in and out of her, already gleaming and coated with her milky white cream.
We’re breaking the rules together. I shouldn’t even be around her, let alone pounding her from behind while my heart threatens to beat itself to death. But there she is, taking my cock like it’s her job. And right now, pleasing her is mine.
“You wanted my cum before,” I growl. “You want it again?”
Ivy nods, letting out a confirmation moan.
“Tell me.”
“I–I want it,” she stammers, her breath breaking with each of my thrusts.
“You want my cum coating every inch of your little unprotected pussy, baby?”
“Oh my God, yes…” she whimpers as her tight walls clench down on my shaft. We’re both right there.
I spank her hard, grab her ass with both hands, and spread her open for a better look at the action. Her pink lips grab my cock with each stroke, as if her body is trying to keep me from even trying to pull out.
The view is magnificent. Just like her.
A few more hard thrusts are all I can take. I go off hard for what feels like a week, as I spray my seed into her dripping wet hole. Ivy comes with me. She presses her ass back and snatches the sheets, moaning into my pillow as her walls throb with each wave of her orgasm.
I hold her there after I come down, keeping my cock deep inside her so my cum stays deep where it’s meant to be.
I lay my sweaty body down on top of hers and rock my hips back and forth slightly, my cock still hard.
“That was incredible,” she whispers.
“You’re incredible.”
We lay tangled together on my bed, her body nestled beneath my arm. I lazily run my fingers through her hair and down her back, memorizing the lines of her body, the feeling of her skin.
I never talk about my past.
Ever.
But if I’m going to keep Ivy in my life–if we’re really going to move forward together–she needs to know who she’s giving herself to.
“I was fifteen when I ran away.” My voice is rough and fights back against saying words it’s not used to saying. “Shuffled through foster care until I got fed up. My ‘mom and dad’ forced me to work and then stole my money to buy booze and drugs.”
“That’s terrible,” Ivy replies, lightly running her fingers across my arm.
“It wasn’t that bad,” I sigh. “What was bad is how long I let it go on before I left.”
Ivy props her head up on her elbow as she looks at me. “And what did you do?”
I chuckle as I replay the incident in my mind. “Gave my foster-dad a right hook and got the hell out of there.”