Page 75 of Born To Be Bad

“Threesomes?” I ask, my voice terse, trying to keep my cool despite the intense pleasure I’m feeling being stroked by her nimble fingers while mine are being clenched inside her. “I don’t know. A few. They all pale in comparison. Because of you.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Nope,” I shake my head. “No. Truthfully.”

“Tell me about the best part,” she says.

I inhale deeply. “The best part for me,” I say, “was when I was going down on you, and Freya was sitting on your face.”

Her hand works faster, so I adjust my pace accordingly.

“And then?”

“And then fucking you while she put her nipple in your mouth. And then feeling you come so hard around my cock.”

Ivy exhales sharply. “I’m going to come.”

“Wait,” I say. “I have to fuck you. I can’t not fuck you.”

“Yes,” she says, nodding, looking into my eyes. It’s dim but I can see the desire in her eyes. “I think ‘Freya’ should be our accelerator word.”

“Like, the opposite of a safe word?” I ask, flipping her onto her hands and knees. We slip a bit, but remain in control. There is no laughing now.

“Exactly,” she huffs. “Goddess of sex and magic.”

I guide my cock—which feels like it’s about to explode—into her slippery swollen hole. The fit is so tight that she gasps.

“Christ,” I moan. Entering Ivy is always the most erotic feeling in the world.

Nothing compares.

Nothing.

“Ivy,” I murmur. “You are the best thing. The very best thing… that has ever happened to me.”

Despite being positioned away from me, she turns to look. Her expression is emotional like it always is before she comes.

“Fuck,” she says. “Fuck, Alistair, I fucking love you. I love your cock. Your lips. Your tongue. Everything about you.”

I can’t hold on anymore. I start thrusting with abandon. The slime allows me to go quicker and deeper than ever. I’m smashing into her, into her A-spot, into her cervix, my cock bulging as if it’s about to burst. Ivy takes turns moaning and sobbing. I know this type of orgasm. I know it can push a woman over the edge in the very best way. I’ve had an ex-girlfriend “hate” me for “destroying her orgasms for the rest of her life”. This kind of orgasm brings everything to the surface—the pain, the joy, everything. It’s transformative—and I’m feeling it, too. I may not be sobbing, but my heart is open and raw. That particular ex also gave me credit for her tripling the profit of her business because of her explosive orgasms, although I never understood the correlation.

“I can do anything to you?” I ask.

“Anything. Everything,” she replies in between her gasping and groaning.

I reach to put my fingers into her mouth. She sucks them hard, the wet pressure almost making me come. Making me imagine it’s my cock in her mouth. With my other hand I strum her clit, then get a handful of slime and rub it on her lower back and over her ass, her beautiful satin moon of an ass. I’m still thrusting. Ivy’s still crying as if she’s on the edge of a huge climax. My lubricated finger circles her starfish, gentle and unobtrusive, slippery and slick. Fuck, I love the feeling of it. The savage part of me wants to demolish her anus like I’m piling into her pussy, thrusting and exploding into her. I hold back. There will be time for that. Preparation is essential. In the meantime, I can’t help it, but I have to have some of it now.

I pull out. Ivy makes a disappointed sound. I know what she’s thinking. She was so close to one of the best orgasms of her life. Little does she know that I’m here for that. I’m here for everything.

“Two minutes,” I tell her. “Just give me two minutes.”

I see her head bob, nodding. She trusts me.

I return my slick fingers to her clit, stroking slowly while I lean in to kiss the small of her back, her jutting hips, the cheeks of her butt. I scoop more slime and push my fingers back into her pussy. She takes three with no problem, so open and accommodating. So slick. Fuck.

I circle her starfish with my tongue, barely touching it. The skin is so responsive, so delicious, but when I hear her moaning I can’t help zeroing in. Soon my circles are tight and targeted, and Ivy’s pitch is so high I know that I don’t have much time. Her huge explosion of an orgasm is a sure thing—just a matter of time. The tip of my tongue finds her dark opening and I can’t help breaching the forbidden. I push it in, and the ubiquitous slime enables an easy entrance. Too easy. Now I want it all.

“Fuck!” shouts Ivy, her pussy muscles clamping around my fingers. “Alistair. Fuck. Fuck!”

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