Page 75 of Brightness

She reaches out to grab hold, and I seize her wrist. “You are not in control here, Ivy. I am. I tell you what to do.”

Her hooded eyes look up at me like she’s having trouble holding herself together. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is so low and husky, it nearly does me fucking in.

My hand wraps through her wet hair. “Open your mouth, Ivy. I’m going to fuck it like I mean it. You couldn’t stay still before, and this is your punishment. You won’t want to find out what happens if you pull away.”

“Yes, Sir.” She licks her lips.

A low growl rumbles through me as she opens her supple, fuckable mouth so damn wide, and I ram my cock straight past her lips, giving her no time to prepare.

She broke the rules, she pays the price.

Ivy’s eyes widen as I push my cock to the back of her throat. Her eyes glisten as her warmth envelops me and I huff out a deep, guttural groan.

“Damn, Ivy, you feel so fucking good.”

I slide her mouth halfway off me, then pull her back down. She doesn’t resist. In fact, I see the light in her eyes—or should I say hellfire. She loves this, revels in it as I fuck her dirty little mouth. For her first time doing this, she’s sucking like a pro. Her tongue glides around my cock, her lips sheathing her teeth as she does her best to take all of me, but her mouth is only so deep. Warmth and tingles radiate from the depths inside, but I can’t let go just yet. I can’t let the leaf play go to waste, even if this is her punishment for moving.

“Ivy, I want you to touch yourself,” I demand.

She looks so fucking gorgeous wrapped around my cock like this, but I want her pleasure too. Ivy edges her hand down between her legs, her fingers searching for her clit. The moment she touches herself, her eyes close in delight.

“Eyes on me, beautiful.”

Her eyes fling open as I use my grip on the roots of her hair to pull her on and off my cock, my hips thrusting to push deeper. A light whimper vibrates through her mouth, making me tense. She flicks her clit, and a wave of pleasure rolls through me as she sucks my head down her throat a little. I groan at the feeling of us being in this moment together.

To be honest, I thought I had to hide Cade from Ivy, but the truth of the matter is, Ivy and Cade belong together. She’s as fucked-up as I am. This is nothing compared to what I used to do, so I can’t wait to take this up a notch with her when she’s ready. And knowing she is more than capable of handling that side of me has my cock twitching.

The deep moaning against my cock as she works herself up only makes this all the more fucking hot for me. She doesn’t waver, sucking on me as if her life depends on it, not even gagging as she swallows the crown.

I grip her head harder, thrust deeper, and slide my cock further down her throat. Finally, she gags on my length, and the tightness wraps around me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Letting out a loud groan as my balls pull up, I throw my head back, a tingle flittering down my spine as my skin slickens in a sheen of sweat.

I’m so fucking close. Just a little more.

Ivy begins to squirm—she’s obviously close too, but we can’t have that. I look down to look at her. “Open your eyes, Ivy. Stare at me. Don’t look away,” I demand, as she draws me right down her throat again.

I groan, my fingers wrapped in her hair tight as hell as I hold her mouth to my pubic bone. It must be hurting her, but my girl likes it rough—my fucking amazing girl. My gaze bores into hers, and my muscles tense so fucking tight, I could be mistaken for a statue. My balls pull up as the pressure builds inside of me, and I gasp as the intensity hits me. Using my grip on the back of her neck, I continue to thrust shallowly, deep in her throat. Her eyes are streaming now, spit running out of the side of her mouth, and I free a hand to stroke my thumb along where her lips meet, the skin pulled tight. Her nostrils flare, her face redder than red, and I realize my dick is blocking her airway—she can’t breathe.

Will have to make this quick, then.

With that realization, my balls pull up, and I explode like a fucking typhoon washes over me. I come so damn hard while she gags, trying to suck down air but only managing to suck the cum out of me. It’s like I’m being wrung dry as I empty my seed deep down past the back of her throat. With one last gentle thrust, I pull out, leaving a trail of cum over her tongue, and she heaves in air, her lips plump and her mouth slack.

After a few breaths, her eyes widen as she realizes she still has the taste of me in her mouth. She licks her lips, wiping them a little, then sucks her fingers clean and swallows it down like a good little soldier.

“Good fucking girl,” I pant out.

Within a second, her hand moves between her legs to finish herself off.

“Uh-uh, sweet thing. You don’t get to come yet. You think I’m going to allow that? You climax when I say you can.”

Her brow furrows, and she whimpers. “But I’m so close.”

“Don’t talk back. Turn around, get on all fours.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “Yes, Sir!” she replies as she moves onto all fours, this time facing away from me.

Moving into position, I slide my hand up into her wet hair, my fingers wrapping around the long chestnut locks, and I hold tight, then yank her head back. She lets out a yelp, but I know the sound. It’s not from pain—it’s a satisfied moan. My cock is thick and ready again, and my free hand slides over her supple ass, caressing.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

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