Page 34 of Born To Be Bad

I laugh. “Which part?”

“All of it.” She squeezes my thigh. “I want it all.”

I try to remember my exact wording. “Talking about money,” I say.

“Yes,” says Ivy. “Keep going.”

“You said you needed some.”

Ivy shimmies. She’s enjoying this game, and I’m happy to play along.

“How do you want it?” I ask.

“I want it hot and slow,” she murmurs. “And then hard and fast.”

My cock rears up, rock-hard and ready. She takes it in her warm slippery hand.

“Jesus, Ivy,” I laugh. “If I had known this was your favorite pillow talk I would have employed it sooner.”

“It used to turn me off,” she says, pumping her hand. “Now it makes me horny as fuck.”

“I have soap here,” I warn her. “In case you need that mouth washed out.”

“I thought you liked my dirty mouth.”

“You have the mouth of an angel,” I say, dragging my thumb down her lower lip.

She opens her mouth. “More.”

“More money talk? Or more action?”

“More in my angelic mouth.”

I’m so fucking hard it almost hurts. Her grip feels incredible, like she’s in control of my whole body. I push my slick thumb through her lips and into her mouth. Ivy sucks it as she pumps her fist on my cock. She doesn’t break eye contact, which is unnerving and super hot. She opens her mouth wider. She wants more. I try to control my breathing, but my body feels like it’s about to levitate with pure pleasure. Everything is so sensual and slippery. I flip my hand and put four fingers in. Ivy has to stretch her mouth wide to accommodate them.

Fuck! It’s so erotic. I’m so hard on the outside, melting on the inside.

I remember fisting her for the first time and the memory almost makes me come.

“Do you remember,” I pant. “The first time I fisted you?”

Her eyes widen. She nods, mouth still full of my fingers, hand still working on me under the water.

“The first time I spanked you?” I ask.

Ivy moans.

“Do you remember the champagne bottle?”

Her eyes glimmer at the memory, desire like flames in her cheeks. I breathe slowly, trying to keep my orgasm at bay. I start moving my hand in and out, fucking her mouth with my fingers. She moans, and her eyelids flutter. She starts massaging her clit, and I push the fingers of my other hand inside her. She cries out, and I feel her muscles ripple.

I’m surprised. “Already?

Ivy nods. We should do the gold bar pillow talk more often.

While she gives me the smoothest, slipperiest handjob in history, I fuck her mouth and her hungry pussy with my hands. Her moans and clenching muscles are going to send me over the edge. I hold back, watching her fucking beautiful tits jiggle as I fuck her. Her moaning gets louder, and I can feel the vibration of her mouth on my hand.

“Fuck, Ivy,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

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