Page 53 of Recovering Ivy

“Because women would follow you home like stray dogs.”

“Luckily, I don’t feed strays.”

I smacked his chest at his answer then leaned down and placed a kiss where I’d playfully hit him.

“You’re mean.”

“You’re sexy as fuck,” he returned.

“Am I?” I kissed his other pec and traveled lower to his six-pack. “You’re not just saying that because I’m about to give you a blowjob that will rock your world, are you?” I licked farther still and his muscles bunched under my mouth.

“Sexy. As. Fuck. Doesn’t matter if you’re fully clothed or riding my dick. You’re just sexy.”

“Well, I think you’re mighty fine, Mr. Lewis.” My mouth had reached just below his belly button where his long thick dick rested on his lower stomach. “And lucky for me, well-endowed, too.”

I pulled the tip into my mouth and sucked hard. His hands came to my head and I stopped.

“Oh, no. Keep your hands to yourself.”

“You’re killing me,” he complained.

“Not yet, I’m not.”

I was giddy with excitement. I was the one in control now and I was going to use it to torture him for as long as he’d let me. Once his hand fell back to the mattress, I licked down his length, leaving a wet trail of saliva as I went. Not wanting to leave any part left out, I kissed and lightly nipped his balls before I reversed my direction and made my way back to the tip. After a few more passes of running my tongue over him, I finally pulled him fully in my mouth, only going half his length before pulling back up.

“Christ, your mouth feels good.”

I didn’t stop to comment; instead, I quickened my pace and added my hand. I continued to only take half of his shaft while my hand caressed him in unison. When my mouth went down, I tightened my grip and stroked him to the base, squeezing before I went back up.

His hands went to my head and I pulled off his dick with a pop.

“Hands on the bed,” I reminded him.

“You have three more minutes of fucking around before I roll you over, pull you to the side of the bed, tilt your head over the edge, and fuck your throat,” he growled.

“So impatient.” I giggled.

He dropped his hands and I decided to put him out of his misery. I licked my lips in anticipation and Zane groaned, dropping his head on the pillow.

“Ivy.” I wasn’t sure if my name was a plea to continue or a demand to hurry things along. Either way, I was ready to make Zane squirm.

I lowered my mouth over his dick and started the slow descent down. Instead of stopping halfway, I continued until the head of his dick bumped the back of my throat. Without pulling up too far, I went back down this time, pushing harder until he slipped past the muscles and slipped into my throat.

“Holy shit, Ivy!” he bellowed.

Yeah. I had him. I was one of the lucky ones that had no gag reflex. I was no expert on sex, but I could give a blowjob.

Over and over I pulled up to the tip and swirled my flattened tongue back down his dick before I swallowed him. The faster I went, the more Zane bucked and writhed.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

Silly man. His announcement had me doubling my efforts until I felt his dick swell and I knew this was it. With his very large dick lodged in my throat, I hummed and swallowed. I felt his come tickle my throat and I only had a few seconds before I had to pull up for much-needed oxygen. Once I felt his orgasm slow, I pulled up, letting the last few jets of his orgasm pool in my mouth before I swallowed one last time and slowly drew off his dick, letting him fall from my mouth.

“Jesus fuck. Holy shit, woman. I’m addicted.”

I smiled at his compliment.

“See. I didn’t kill you.”