Page 134 of A Debt of Darkness

“Stop fighting and suck my fucking cock.”

The smell of her arousal catches my attention and Ivy’s weight shifts almost undetectably. My aggression is turning her on and I move freely, certain her protests are playacting. At least in part.

She gags again, but it’s softer, less brutal. Unlike my strokes. My hips collide with her face as I chase my climax, enjoying every jerk my cock makes as her mouth wraps around it. Her lips press on the shaft and her tongue arches as I slide over it, enjoying every goddamn second as the smacks of my skin hitting hers sound out.

The heat rising from the pressure building is more than I can resist, and the thought of my come overwhelming Ivy's mouth sends my arousal soaring. My rhythm becomes deranged as I lose all control, thrusting hard and fast as the pleasure heightens until I explode. My orgasm is fucking intense and I'm still fucking Ivy's throat as come spills out of her mouth. The heat of my climax washes over me and I relax, finally releasing her head to let her catch some air.

I withdraw and Ivy frantically swallows, spluttering as her saliva mixes with my come, covering her chin and drippingonto her perfect tits. She's filthy and fucking beautiful. Too stunning for words and I smile, certain she's mine.

Her eyes widen as their green shines brighter while I scoop the trails of come back into her mouth.

“I'm far from fucking finished, lea.”

Shivers spread through her as goosebumps fly over her skin. Ivy’s aroused and the smell of her wet cunt hardens my cock as I lick my lips, anticipating the honey and amber I’ll savor when I taste her pussy.

“Crawl to the bed, lea.”

Ivy pouts and her puffy lips make my dick jerk, and I’m tempted to roughly fuck her mouth again for being fucking disobedient. But she flutters those pretty eyes of hers and I melt, watching her lower herself and crawl toward the bed.

My bed.

And her ass is fucking spectacular.

Her pussy glistens as her arousal drips from her and her asshole looks so fucking divine it's unbelievable. Ivy just earned herself a different kind of training and my dick throbs again, excited to find out what her tight ass feels like.

It’ll feel like heaven. Like everything else about the girl who holds my heart in her hands as she crawls across the floor to my fucking bed. I follow behind her, hauling her onto it as my excitement overwhelms me and I spread her fucking legs.

“Scream my fucking name when you come.”

I dive between her legs and suck her clit into my mouth. Ivy screams and I don’t stop, giving her fuck all time to adapt as I lick her like I’m fucking starving. I’ve lost my goddamn mind, and the taste of her arousal drives me on. Ivy’s breathing falters as she tries to wriggle away, and I yank her back onto my face, refusing to give her a second’s pause.

“Please,” she screams.

I fucking ignore it, sliding my fingers inside Ivy and curl them forward. She’s soaked and I drive her forward, demanding her body give me the orgasm I refuse to let her withhold.

“Henry…”

Her voice trails off as her body breaks apart and her muscles tense. Ivy’s on the verge of climax and I flick my tongue over her clit, circling it as I tease her on the edge, enjoying her writhes and moans as her legs stiffen and her body begins to shake.

Her pussy clamps around my fingers and I grate my teeth over her clit, forcing her to come. She screams and shatters, consumed by the fire I’ve ignited. Her contractions spread through her core as Ivy screams my name and the entire fucking coven knows she came on my goddamn face.

I lift my head and stare at her flushed body, watching the flickering of her carotid artery as the pink color spreads and her sweat makes her skin glisten. Ivy claws at her chest and I move onto my knees, teasing her perfect pussy with my cock.

“I’m not ready…”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

I slam into my wife’s perfect cunt and relish her agony and ecstasy as it clamps around my cock. Ivy’s pussy is gloriously warm and wet and I sink into it, enjoying the way it practically strangles my dick.

My hips rock as I thrust into Ivy, hard but slowly making sure she feels every fucking stroke at the back of her throat. She cries and moans, wrapping her tiny, precious hands around my wrists as she clings on, fighting with me instead of against me as she rides the crest of another wave of pleasure.

Ivy screams as another orgasm breaks her, and she’s fucking magnificent as she shatters. Her back arches and her tits heave as her nipples darken and the flush spreads. Herbreathing sounds her joy and her heart races with her pain, and the mix between the two lets me prolong her climax until she can’t take another fucking second.

I slow and Ivy settles, staring up at me like I’m her fucking world. She’s given me everything I asked for, submitted to my will and more. She trusted me and set aside her doubts and fears, and she tried—fucking tried—because I asked her to.

My strokes ease and her smile widens as I stare into my wife’s beautiful and perfect irises and fuck her. Make love to her. As soft and sickly as that sounds, it’s a pleasure we’re both taking and giving, renewing our connection as we enjoy this moment. The closeness and the intimacy of two souls as they meet and merge, unsure where one ends and the other begins.

“I want more,” she whispers, running her fingers up my chest.

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