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His erection seemed bigger — if that were even possible — and I wasn’t as fearful any longer.
To my private shame, I wanted him to fill me.
I met his gaze and an unspoken agreement passed between us.
When I came to my senses, I would continue to fight him.
But right now, I wanted to know what else he could make my body do.
Like I said before…curiosity would be the death of me.
Jameson
I ought to feel a pinch of shame, right?
Something that would remind me that what I was doing was wrong.
But I felt none.
Hell, I was impatient to feel her close around me, to know that my cock was the one breaching those virgin walls.
Her reluctant gaze seared my skin, skipping across my flesh with her covert curiosity and I grinned. “You come so sweetly, baby girl. I could listen to you moan all day.”
Ivy’s cheeks burned prettily. I liked the look on her. She was a refreshing change from the usual women I fucked around with.
“On your knees, beautiful.”
She sank to her knees, the plush carpet cushioning the weight of her body as I watched, my hand going to her hair and threading my fingers through it.
The minute Ivy's sweet, pouty lips wrapped around my fat cock, I lost the grip I’d on my control.
She was sexy incarnate and she didn't even know it.
I wanted to know if she'd ever sucked a cock before but I couldn't form the words.
The exquisite pleasure of having Ivy’s mouth on me was more powerful than I would’ve imagined.
Even though her movements were hesitant and unsure, I was wildly aroused, almost to the point that I worried I might come too soon.
For a wild, almost indescribable moment, I almost sank into the fantasy that Ivy was my girl for real and that I not only had the privilege of fucking her every night but sleeping tucked up beside her as well.
Well, shit, who wants to play house all of a sudden?
Not me.
My grip tightened on her scalp and she whimpered but the sound was like pure sexual adrenaline and I pumped against her mouth, shoving my cock down her beautiful throat.
I could come right there — filling her throat with my cream — but I didn't want to come that way.
With a force of pure will I withdrew from her mouth, groaning as I did because, holy fuck was there anything hotter than watching Ivy suck me off?
At the moment — no but I was almost obsessed with the idea of being her first and I couldn't wait another minute.
“Not so fast,” I said, breathing hard, pulling her to her feet. “I would love to come down your throat but the first time I come with you, will not be in your mouth.”
I kissed her hard, plunging my tongue in her mouth, eager to do the same with her pussy.
“You think this is going to happen more than once,” she said breathlessly, still sassy in spite of the fact that she was clearly in my control and I loved it.
God, this woman.
Everything about her made me wild.
“Damn straight,” I growled, spinning her around and pushing her to the bed. “On your knees, sweetness. I want to see that fine ass in my fucking face.”
When she hesitated, I pulled her hips toward me and pushed her face to the bed roughly.
When she protested, I slapped her hard on that sweet ass to remind her that I was driving the bus, not her.
She yelped and her fingers clutched the bedsheets as she squeezed her eyes shut. My hand left a rosy pink print on her pristine, soft flesh and I swallowed a groan.
Would I ever get her out of my system?
Maybe I was screwing myself right now by giving in to my desire to have Ivy when I knew it was a terrible idea.
But even as logic and reason started to crowd my brain, the fact that I was seconds away from plunging balls deep in that virginal pussy blotted out whatever might've constituted as wisdom.
I slid my finger along her damp seam, loving that my mouth had been there only moments before and that the juices seeping from her sweet cunt were there because of me.
Fuck, when had I turned into such a freak?
Only with her.
That was the thing. It was Ivy.
Something about her.
I couldn't deny.
God, fucking hell, this was total obsession.
I couldn’t begin to make heads or tails of why I felt the way I did about her.
I was no different than those weak sods who carried on about their ex-girlfriends after a restraining order's been slapped on their ass.
But I was the cop in this case.
And she wasn't going to turn me in — even though she should.
I squeezed her ass, loving how the plump flesh filled my palm.
For a tiny thing, she had a nice fat ass and I meant that in the best way possible.
“Just do it,” she begged, though there was an edge to her plea.
Baby girl, still thought she was in charge.
I grinned and reached down to pinch the swollen little clit, causing Ivy to groan.
“You're just asking for a spanking, aren't you?”
“Don't you dare,” she said, moving lightening-fast to get away from me but I was faster.
I pulled her to me, laughing. “A good spanking for a bad girl is always fun.”
“I’m not a bad girl,” she said coolly, though heat flashed in her eyes as if the idea of being put over my knee appealed to her in some shameful corner of her secret mind.
Ahhh, the fucking intrigue with this woman was more than I could stand.
“Another time, sweetheart,” I said gruffly, sealing her mouth with mine before she could shoot back a sassy retort.
Then, because my cock was ready to split in half, I tossed her back to the bed and hauled her to her knees again, only this time I didn't hesitate to admire the view.
I framed her ass with my hands, then plunged my cock inside her wet and ready pussy, cleaving that sweet heat like a warrior on the battlefield.
Ivy sucked in a sharp breath, stiffening as I buried myself inside her.
So incredibly tight!
My eyeballs rolled up into my brain as the soft flesh enveloped me like a pleasure vise and I was unaware of anything aside from the sweet heaven cocooning his cock.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” I gasped, pumping into Ivy with abandon.
I was losing control fast. I tried to slow my thrusts but I was a wild man, losing all sense o
f myself within her honeyed walls.
“Fuck. Oh, Jesus, Ivy...you feel so fucking good!”
I gripped her hips as I pounded her hard. I wasn't being gentle in the least.
Maybe if I were in my right mind I might've tried to slow down, to ease into her tight, never-broached pussy but I was lost to reason at the moment.
Everything about the moment was fucked and raw — and yet so right. Never in my life had I ever been so consumed with a woman.
“Ivy….” I gasped, gripping her hips like a man on his deathbed. “Fuck. Me. Ahhhhhhh!”
And then I blew a gasket, flooding her core with my cream, crowing in my head with some sort of victory over a battle I hadn't even known I was waging.
But fuck, I’d won. I felt as if I’d just won the fucking world.
I slowly came to my senses and withdrew my semi-limp cock, as spent as if I’d just run a marathon and collapsed to the bed as she rolled away from me, breathing hard.
I dragged his eyes open as I tried to catch my breath.
It was then I realized she was crying.
And all the good feels shriveled up and died.
Ivy
My virginity was gone.
I had nothing special left to offer the man I would some day marry.
And it was all his fault.
But the worst part?
Even as I wanted to hate Jameson with my last breath, my body sang with the vibrations of a song I was already coming to crave.
His touch was something of a revelation and I didn't want to feel this way about Jameson Reed.
“A guy will want you for more than your virginity,” he said and I looked at him sharply.
“What did you want me for?”
He couldn't answer.
Or maybe he wouldn't answer.
Either way, he remained silent, choosing instead to roll from the bed and gesture for me to come with him.
“Why?”
“You need to piss.”
I balked. “Excuse me?”
“You should always piss after sex.”
“And why is that?” I asked, embarrassed beyond measure that he was giving me any kind of advice regarding my body.
“To avoid bladder infections later. Come.”
“You are not watching me pee,” I retorted, indignant.
“I’m not going to watch you pee, I'm going to start the shower while you pee.”
