Page 88 of What About Us

“You. God, I always want you.”

“That’s a good answer.” I kiss over to the opposite shoulder. “Now be more specific.”

“Inside me. Please, fuck me, Xander.”

“I love it when you ask nicely.” I drag the head of my cock through her slit several times before I line it up with her entrance and slowly push inside. “Every time I sink into this perfect pussy, I almost see stars. Jesus Christ, you were fucking made for me, baby.”

I bottom out and she groans, her body contracts around me, and fuck.

With my hand braced on the small of her back, I start to move in a slow, steady pace. I work my thumb down to that little muscle and put pressure on the outside as I fuck her, and she tightens even more, making me growl.

“Is this okay, wildcat?”

“God, yes.”

My eyes almost cross as her pussy starts to tremble, her orgasm not far away. She’s doing her best to push back, to meet me with every thrust.

“You need it harder, baby?”

“Harder,” she agrees. “Fuck, I need it harder.”

Obliging her, I reach up and fist her hair at her nape, right by the scalp, and pound into her, my thumb just nudging into her little hole, and she cries out as she falls apart, spasming around me.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I growl and pound harder, only lasting a few more seconds before I feel my balls lift and my own climax move through me until all I can do is rock against her, coming inside her.

I rest my forehead on the middle of her back and try to catch my breath.

“Jesus,” Ivy mutters. “So damn good.”

I grin against her skin and kiss her.

“Now we go upstairs and do it again.”

“You’re insatiable.”

I shake my head and pull out of her, watching as my cum drips down her inner thighs, and then gently lift her up, turn her to me, and kiss her gently.

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I confess. “It’s like I can’t control it. I need you like I need air.”

She lifts an eyebrow as I skim my thumb over her tight nipple.

“I’m not complaining,” she says. “Honestly, if I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up.”

I kiss her forehead. “No dream. Now, in the spirit of afterglow, tell me I’m your favorite.”

“Wow, okay. You’re my favorite sex partner I’ve ever had.”

I narrow my eyes and slowly shake my head back and forth. “You know that’s not what I want to hear, and mention anyone else being inside you ever again and I’ll spank your ass until it glows.”

“Promises, promises.”

Fuck, she’s funny.

“Come on, you know you want to say it out loud.”

“You’re my favorite . . . Hendrix brother.”

Ivy giggles, and then I let go of her completely, and the smile falls from her face.