Page 20 of Twisted Therapist


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Ivy clenched my fingers, clamping them as I watched her chase down the white-hot lust. A moment later, she orgasmed, coming all over my fingers, moaning my name, squirming on my lap and on the couch.

I was in awe seeing her come apart. So fucking erotic that I knew I would never forget the sight of Ivy, sprawled and limp on my lap from orgasm, her hair mussed, dress tugged over, baring her blooming ass and her juices seeping out of her.

I slowly massaged her sensitive pussy, praising her and lifted my glistening fingers to my mouth. She looked over her shoulder to see me lick my fingers clean off of her cum, her musky taste burning on my tongue.

This is not enough. I want more.

I pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips. She whimpered, feeling my stiffened member rubbing over her sex as I straightened her clothes, caressing her skin, helping her bring back down to earth after the orgasm. Her blue eyes looked hazy as I wiped the tears from her flushed cheeks and ran my hand through her hair.

“You okay?” I asked, raising my brow and utterly pleased myself with the state of her. How wrecked and beautiful she looked. The thought of someone else ever seeing her like that made me want to rage—no, she was mine. I’d never let anyone else give her the chance to whisk her away from me. Not when I knew how much she loved being a dirty, filthy girl for me.

She nodded with a dazed look on her face. “Mhmm.”

I ignored the fact that she looked away when she replied. I would have to teach her about looking at me while answering me later. Her crush just spanked her, finger fucked her and asked her to swallow his cum. She wasn’t okay.

“Are you sore?”

“Sore?”

With my hands on her waist, I pulled her down on my hardened length and rubbing over her slicked pussy. Her eyes widened as she fisted my shirt. “Oh, fuck.”

Arching her back, Ivy licked her lips and shook her head. “No, I am not sore. Please fuck me, Aiden.”

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