Page 85 of Yours Truly

“Ivy,” he warns, but I’m not stopping. I have him just where I want him.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I advise, and when he doesn’t immediately do it, I add, “now.”

Once he obeys, I smile and take the six-inch toy down my throat in the first push.

“Fucking shit mother freaking fuck,” he sputters, his fist barely pumping now, using caution that arouses me. I love how I bring him to the edge.

Plunging the dildo deep in my throat a few times, I take it out. “I want you to put your hand on my throat and feel how that toy fills me, and imagine it being you,” I tell him, adding, “imagine being that deep in my throat and coming.”

He pushes my hand toward my mouth playfully, urging me to continue my show. Sinking the cock onto my tongue, aiding the deep throat with a swallow, my pussy nearly explodes at the sight of him reaching for me, at my favorite octopus-covered fingers wrapping my throat, his palm pressed against me as the cock spears me.

“Shit,” he growls, his other hand stroking his erection, still weeping freely onto my belly. “Ivy, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Pulling the cock from my throat, I smile and say, “It’s almost time to fuck me, but there’s one more thing I want to do.”

“I need inside you, Firecracker, I’m dyin’ here,” he moans, but like an obedient lover, he helps me up when I stretch my hand toward him.

“Stand up with me.” I smile, bringing my saliva-coated lips to his.

We get to our feet, and I press the dildo base to his groin, forcing his erection to stand horizontal, parallel to the toy. Taking my time, I get to my knees and bring my mouth to the dildo, wrap my fist around the shaft, and begin pumping it while I tease the rubber crown.

“What are you doing to me?” he breathes, sifting his fingers through my hair, keeping it all off of my face.

With his cock pressing against my throat, I suck the dildo into my mouth, blinking up at him through tears of strain. My hand twists and my nostrils flare as I bob relentlessly on the toy, his hand still reluctantly obeying by holding it to his body.

The feel of his slick cockhead sliding against me as he watches me devour the toy, both of us pretending it’s him, has my own orgasm building.

Wetness coats my thighs, but I suck the rubber cock and stare up at him, determined to make him nuts.

“Ivy, I can’t take this, baby,” he groans, sucking in a sharp breath, pulling his bottom lip under his teeth, he battles for control over his cock. The one that is hardly even being touched.

I pop off the toy cock and blink up at him. “Come on my tits, Trace. I want your cum all over me.”

Curling my tongue underneath the head of the dildo, I suck it into my mouth right as his hand tightens on my head. He forces me deep on the toy as heat splashes against my neck, hot jets spraying me repeatedly as I’m flanked by his curses and groans.

Shooting his cum all over me, the pearly slide of it dripping down my tits, my cunt throbs. I’ve never needed a cock inside me as bad as I do now. I physically need him inside me, and because of it, a wicked shudder rolls through me and my body erupts in needy trembles.

He tosses the toy aside and takes my chin in his hand, tipping my face up to him.

“You’re shaking,” he breathes, still catching his breath. I spread my hands through the mess on my body, trembling for his cock.

“I need you,” I admit, still playing with his cum. “More of you, please.”

He’s got his hands under my arms and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, his still hard cock pressed between our bodies he storms us down the hall, to his bedroom.

Tossing me onto the bed, he stalks over me, a predator no longer fucking around with his prey. It’s consumption time, and I’m about to see how Trace Wade fucks his girlfriend when he’s in control.

My stomach clenches as shivers continue to roll through me, leaving me a sticky, trembling mess for him. Hooking his hands under my knees, he rolls me up slightly.

“Watch,” he commands. “Watch me get inside you bare.”

My eyes threaten to flutter closed at his promises, but I keep them open because I want to memorize this moment. Our eyes lock for a moment, and he winks, causing a new wave of shudders to roll through.

Then, his thumb aligned with his crown, he pushes inside me, sinking into me inch by inch until our bodies are thoroughly joined. At the same time, we sigh, content, as if this is the moment we’ve both been needing. This is different than when I fucked him.

This is Trace taking control of me, showing me what I mean to him with his body. Dropping to the mattress, he keeps himself over me with his palms on either side of my head, our bodies sticky with his cum.

He rocks his hips slow at first, drawing his length in and out, taking his time as he studies my features.

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