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I keep going, plunging two fingers in and out of her. I find her G-spot and caress it, drawing out more of her breathy moans. She’s trying not to move for fear of hurting me, but I only care about her pleasure, and I want her to let go. I keep finger-fucking her, revelling in the way her hips roll with my motions.
Her pussy tightens and hugs my fingers, an indicator of her imminent undoing. I slide out. Her eyes snap open and lock on me, burning with passion.
I stand and drop my joggers to unleash my cock. She runs her tongue over her lips seductively and wastes no time scrambling off the bed and sinking to her knees before me.
Unlike me, she doesn’t draw it out. She takes me whole, pushing my cock right down her throat. I bury my hands in her hair to hold her in place, enjoying how incredible her mouth feels around my shaft as she slathers me in her spit. While she works with her mouth, she takes the base of my cock in her fist. She uses two hands to fully embrace my girth and moves them at a slow pace while sucking with her mouth.
I groan, trying to stop myself from spraying cum down her throat immediately. Ivy knows what she’s doing. Reluctantly, she pulls away, spit trailing from the tip of my dick to her wetchin. Pre-cum glistens on my tip, and she licks it away like I’m her favourite ice cream.
“You’re not the only one who can tease,” she jokes, looking up through her thick eyelashes.
I grab her hair in a loose ponytail and use it to yank her to her feet, then turn her around and bend her over the bed. Her round arse taunts me, and I grab her hips, ready to take her.
“Bram,” she gasps.
Hearing her say my name drives me wild. My throbbing cock rubs against her parted pussy, and I enter her, enjoying the wet noise it makes as I sink deeper.
Ivy twerks against me, encouraging me to go further, but I take my time. I enjoy moving slowly, watching every inch of my cock disappear. When I get to the final inch, I thrust hard, making her arse jolt and wobble in the most irresistible way.
Now I can’t hold back. I pound into her like a man possessed. I fuck her hard, not caring about the slapping noises that will carry through the entire house. Her moans vibrate through my entire body, and she grabs a pillow to muffle the noise.
She’s so wet that fucking her is effortless. Her pussy clenches, holding onto my cock like she wants to keep me prisoner. I quicken my thrusts to tip her over the edge.
Yes, that’s it… keep going…
A warm gush coats my shaft as she comes. She screams into the pillow, and her pussy grabs my cock in a chokehold. I grunt and keep thrusting, lost in the sensation of her tight squeezes. For a few moments, my head goes fuzzy, fully absorbed in a state of bliss. Her gyrating hips heighten the sensation, making me see stars.
Suddenly, I explode and fill her with a groan. She moans my name, while her tight hole squeezes every drop from me, and I shudder from the pleasure.
When I’m done, Ivy collapses onto her front. I withdraw, and she rolls over to give me the perfect view of her pussy. What a sight. My cum drips from her swollen cunt, and her thighs are still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.
“That was…” she breathes, having to clutch onto the sheets to brace herself. “Incredible.”
I hold up my hands to signal for her to stay where she is, while I hurriedly pull on my boxers and go to the bathroom to find a wet flannel. Thankfully, the others are still downstairs.
When I return, I bow down and take my time to clean her up as best I can, wiping my stickiness away. After I’m finished, she sits up and crosses her legs. To my dismay, her eyes are glistening with tears.
My face falls.What have I done?
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. Her gaze strays to my scars and the marks she’s permanently etched on my body like tattoos. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
I sit next to her and take her hand, squeezing hard. She did what she had to. She was a soldier, just like me, who fought a war without knowing the full facts. I won’t hold her actions against her. I couldn’t, not after everything I’ve done.
I stroke her rosy, pleasure-flushed cheeks. She tries to look away, but I won’t let her. She needs to know she’s not alone. That she belongs. I put my arm around her shoulders to pull her in to rest on my good side. Her hair tickles my chin as she relaxes. She doesn’t speak as the minutes tick on, but her breathing slows.
“Thank you,” she murmurs after a while. “I better go before the others come looking for you.”
She stands, then pats down her hair and smooths down her dress. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
I point at the framed dick on the wall before she goes.
We’re in this together.
CHAPTER 33
CALLEN
“It sounds like they’re done,” I declare triumphantly as the noise stops abruptly.
