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Her pussy clamps around my cock, sucking me in as she comes and squirts. Her whole body flushes with pleasure, and I move so that her legs can drop from my shoulders. They’re trembling, and I sit back on my heels to massage the muscles. I take the wand from her and turn it off, tossing it to the side so that she can recoup.
“Hey,” I say softly, getting her to open her eyes and look at me. For a second, I was worried she had passed out on me.
“Sorry.” She exhales and opens her eyes, blinking around to look at me. “That was intense. Like, really intense.”
I continue to massage her, ignoring the need for my own release to make sure she’s still okay and ready to continue. She takes some deep breaths, and her legs stop shaking. I’m still inside of her, and I can feel when the aftershocks of her orgasm finally settle down.
“You made a mess,” I tease her. “I can’t wait to clean you up after.”
She smiles up at me and then pulls herself up to flip us over. Fuck yes, she’s going to ride me until I come. This is what I wanted. She hovers over me, propped up on wobbly knees, and slowly sinks back down onto my dick.
The sensation is strange after having your cock beaten with a crop. I’m sore, and yet the soft muscles inside of her massage me so fucking good. But I know tomorrow —well, I guess today— I’m going to really be feeling this shit. My poor dick is going to be sore for a few days.
“Fuck, you ride me so good. Look at you.”
Her tits bounce up and down with the timing of her hips. She knows exactly how I like it. She knows I like to watch. I’ve never been the guy who likes my women super thin. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a size two; everyone just has their own preferences.
And mine is women like Ivy. I like the way her stretch marks stripe vertically across her belly and hips. There’s a little horizontal line right at her belly button from the crease in her tummy rolls. And I love her heavy, full breasts that are far more than a handful. Even the curve of what she insists is a triple chin is beautiful to me.
Everything about her is soft and easy to grab onto. Her skin is smooth, and her thighs are strong. Fuck, this woman makes me crazy. Maybe I don’t likeallwomen like this. Maybe I just like Ivy.
“You’re gorgeous, Ivy.”
That brazen confidence she carries all the time softens a little with my words. She’s a confident woman, and she loves her body and everything about it. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need to hear that she’s beautiful. Everyone needs to hear that shit.
She leans forward and wraps her hand around my throat, squeezing the sides and smirking down at me.
“This gorgeous woman wants you to come.”
“Yeah?” I taunt her, grabbing onto her hips until her flesh turns red. “You need me to fill you up, Ivy? Need me to fill up this tight little pussy?”
She nods and then leans down further to kiss me. It gives me a better angle to fuck her from underneath, and I go to fucking town. With her permission to come, I can chase my own orgasm and let go.
I close my eyes and give over to the sensation of her hand around my throat and her cunt around my cock. It doesn’t take long for the heat to spread through my entire body, making my muscles tense and my balls tighten.
“That’s it, baby,” she murmurs in my ear. “Let go. Come for me.”
One last thrust and I come, emptying myself inside of her. I hold our bodies together as my toes curl. When I open my eyes to look up at her, she’s smiling and watching me, waiting for me to finish so that she can relax and kiss me.
My cock slips free of her, and she curls against my body like a koala, holding on to me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. With the last bit of energy I have, I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.
I’m so tired, and it’s so late. I have no idea what time it is, but it has to be close to sunrise. We both have to be out of here by eleven, and I have a flight to catch just after one. Before falling asleep, I vaguely wonder if she has a wake-up call coming because if not, the maids might get a little bit more than they bargained for when they come in to clean.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Ivy groans and rolls away from me, jolting me out of the deepest sleep I think I’ve ever been in.
“What time is it?” I ask, my mouth dry and my head fucking pounding. I’m never drinking again.
I hear her shuffle stuff around on the nightstand, and then she emits another groan.
“Seven. We’ve been asleep for all of maybe three hours. If that.”
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. Please tell me you also feel like you’ve been hit by a train?”
She laughs at me, and then the warmth of her body comes back to me.
“I also feel like I’ve been hit by a train, yes. That’s what happens when you drink shot after shot of moonshine and then stay up all night having sex.” She kisses my chest and then heaves her legs on top of mine, tangling our limbs together.
