Page 56 of Ivory Obsession

And then she came, her release a wild cry that echoed through the silent room. Her body arched off the bed, back arching as her fingers dug into my shoulders. I continued my ministrations, drawing out her orgasm as I pressed a crooked finger against her g-spot.

“Can you squirt again for me, beautiful?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but I kept up the pace, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure. My fingers sunk deeper inside her, hitting that magic spot that had her gasping and writhing beneath me.

“I don’t know if I can…” she said, her legs moving. “I’m so sensitive, I…”

“I told you I would make you come until you cried,” I said. “I didn’t say you could come, but I didn’t say you could stop.”

Her protest was lost in a moan as I increased the pressure, the toy vibrating against her swollen bud even as my fingers moved relentlessly within her. She was trembling, her hands gripping my hair as if I were her only anchor in the storm of pleasure threatening to consume her.

“Dante,” she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. “I... I can’t...”

“Yes, you can,” I said, voice firm but surprisingly gentle. “For me.”

She shuddered beneath me, a soft whimper escaping her lips. With a final thrust and flick of my fingers and the relentless hum of the toy, she let out a scream that ricocheted off the walls. A rush of warmth wet my hand and soaked the sheets beneath us. Jade’s body tensed before collapsing back onto the bed, panting and shivering from the intensity of her release.

But I didn’t give her time to recover. “Ride this wave,” I said. “Because I’m about to fuck your pretty pussy with my cock and I want you to remember every inch of me.”

“Dante, I…” she began, but her words were cut off by a moan as I slid into her, the wetness from her previous orgasms making it easy for me to be buried to the hilt.

She was still twitching, the aftershocks of pleasure making her tight around me. My breath hitched, the sensation almost too much to bear. But there was a promise to keep – one of pure carnal pleasure, and I was not one to break my promises.

The rhythm started slow, each thrust dragging along her sensitive walls. Her nails dug into my back, imprints that would surely leave marks in the morning. But the pain was nothing compared to the sweet torture of feeling her around me.

With each thrust, her moans grew louder, more desperate, a sweet symphony to my ears. The sight of her beneath me, her body writhing in pleasure, was enough to drive any man insane with desire. And I was no exception.

“Fuck,” she said. “You’re so big.”

“And you’re so tight, beautiful,” I shot back, my rhythm picking up speed. Her words, her moans, they were all egging me on, fueling the fire in my veins.

With each thrust I could feel her body respond, her walls clenching around me in a way that had my own body shuddering in response. My own pleasure was building, a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume us both.

“But you can take it, can’t you?” I asked, leaning down to nip at her sensitive nipples. “You can take every inch of me.”

Her response was a choked-out moan, her body arching into mine, her fingers gripping my shoulders like vices. Her body was ablaze beneath me, each touch sparking another wave of pleasure that coiled within her.

“God...Dante,” she gasped, surrendering to the unrelenting rhythm of our bodies. “Don’t...don’t stop.”

A grin broke across my face at her desperate pleas. The sight of her underneath me, flushed and writhing in pleasure, was enough to set my blood on fire. And I had no intention of stopping.

I increased the pace, my thrusts becoming more relentless as I sought to drive us both off the edge. My fingers dug into her hip bones for leverage, pulling her closer with each thrust. Her moans got louder, turning into a high pitched wail, the sound of pure ecstasy echoing through the room.

“Are you close?” I growled in her ear. I felt her nod against me, her nails digging painfully into my back as her body tensed beneath me. She was on the cusp, teetering on the edge of oblivion, and it was my job to push her off.

“Then come with me,” I commanded, my voice a hoarse whisper against her ear. “Let go and let me feel you.”

Her response was a wordless cry, lost in the cacophony of our combined moans and panting breaths. But I didn’t need words to know she was there with me, ready to tumble into the abyss of pleasure.

With one final, powerful thrust, we both went over the edge. Her body bucked beneath me, her walls clenching around me in a vice-like grip that sent me spiraling into my own release. My hips jerked erratically as I buried myself deep within her, riding the waves of ecstasy that washed over us both.

As the world spun into a haze of pleasure, I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat and tangled together. Her chest heaved beneath mine, each gasp in sync with my own ragged breathing. Her fingers traced lazy circles across my back, the touch soothing against my heated skin.

“Fuck...Dante,” she gasped out, her voice shaky from exertion. “I...that was...”

“Four?” I asked. “That was at least four orgasms, right?”

She laughed. The sound, so warm and joyously exhausted, made my heart flutter in a strange, unfamiliar way. “I lost count after the first two,” Jade admitted with a light chuckle, her fingers continuing to gently dance across the expanse of my back.

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