Page 43 of Rami

He touched her slippery lips with his middle finger and heat blazed through him. Ivy spread her legs wider and pulled his head down to meet her mouth. She darted her tongue between his lips and desire fissured him.

She’d taste so damn sweet. He sunk two fingers into her and she gasped. Curling them, he applied pressure to her G-spot and her gasp turned ragged. Her hands grappled at his pants, freeing his buckle as he gently stroked inside her.

“More,” she moaned.

Rami couldn’t hold back another second. He kicked off his pants. The things he wanted to do to Ivy, the play in which he wanted to spend hours engaging, would have to wait.

Right now, she needed to fuck.

He swept his hand under her ass and carried her to the bed. He dropped her on the mattress and came down on top of her before she could bounce. A little laugh caught her throat, but he swallowed it as he molded his lips to hers.

She shifted beneath him, moving her dress out of the way. He lowered his face to her neck and kissed and sucked until he had the neckline of her dress pulled down and one of her nipples in his mouth. Her pretty pink flesh hardened as he swirled his tongue around the tip.

Her fingers went to the back of his head, and she gripped his hair as she ground her pelvis against him. “Oh my god,” she cried.

His cock pressed against the apex between her thighs. Her panties and his briefs were the only things separating them. He needed both gone.

Reaching down, he freed his cock and his shaft brushed against her thighs, driving him wild. Ivy reached between her legs and moved her panties to the side. The image of her so hot and ready—too ready to even remove her underwear—undid him.

“Now, Rami,” she whispered. Her breath came out fast and erratic with desperation.

A growl tore from his throat as he sunk into her heat. “Holy, shit,” he rasped.

Her satiny-smooth pussy wrapped around his dick. Drenching him.

“Ahh,” she whimpered.

“Ivy.” He sunk deeper, filling her.

She clamped her legs to his hips and her arms around his neck, burrowing her face into his shoulder as he pumped wildly into her.

Her sharp cries filled the room. She bucked beneath him, demanding he go harder. Faster.

Sweat coated the back of his neck as his chest rubbed against the fabric of her dress. He hated the barrier between them, but fucking her while she was dressed was insanely erotic.

Her walls pulsed against his cock as her screams got louder and hoarser. He found her mouth with his, and the second his tongue touched hers, she came.

Deep, desperate moans rattled from her throat. He rocked against her clit and she vibrated beneath him, her pussy soaking wet.

Pleasure erupted inside him, and he pumped feverishly, riding her while she clung to him. Every muscle in his body went rigid as he exploded, squirting inside her.

He moved slowly, leisurely as he came down from his high, until his chest became too heavy to even breathe.

Her soft, damp body lay lazily beneath him. The heady scent of sex filled his nostrils, threatening to power him up for round two.

He pressed his lips to her cheek then found her mouth again. He stayed on top of her and framed her face with his hands. All he wanted to do was fall asleep still inside her.

Ivy’s sated, sexy smile filled his gaze.

He brushed her jaw with his thumb. “Did I hurt you?”

Her eyebrows slanted. “No. I’m not fragile, you know.” She ran her fingers up and down his spine.

“Maybe not fragile, but you’re a hell of a lot smaller than me.”

She wiggled beneath him, and he had to close his eyes for a beat to stop himself from taking her all over again. “Babe, don’t move like that unless you’re ready for more.”

A smile spread across her lips. “Well, I’m moving because you’re heavy.”

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