Page 84 of A Debt of Darkness

Please.Ivy, please.

I’ve never been so fucking needy and I lose myself in the oblivion of this pleasure. She’s warm and my cock loves the feel of her lips as they tighten around it and the flick of her tongue as she curls it under my shaft. My rhythm quickens again and Ivy moves with me, steadying herself by resting her hands on my thighs. Not fighting, not resisting. Working with me, for me.

I won’t last. I don’t care. This isn’t about stamina. This is pure, unbridled desire and my arousal’s close to destroying me. My core clenches and my balls strain as my rhythm breaksand my movements turn frenzied. I’m chasing my high and the relief of my climax, as the pleasure rising inside me threatens to break me apart.

“I’m going to…”

My words trail off and Ivy hums.

The vibrations as her throat tightens around my cock send me over the edge and my cock jerks as I slam as far into her as I can. I come fucking hard and another sound I don’t recognize rolls off my chest, echoing around the shower.

Ivy swallows, frantically trying to keep up with the reams of come my cock’s pouring down her throat. She’s spluttering and I draw back slightly, making sure every last drop spills into her mouth, leaving her dealing with a fucking mess.

I smirk, aware she still hasn’t perfected the art of drinking come.

Mine leaks out of her mouth and she’s gloriously filthy. Her eyes look to mine for reassurance and I smile, stroking her face as I withdraw my cock.

“Better?” she asks.

Fuck knows if she’s asking about her technique or the relief she’s given me. My orgasm wiped almost all thoughts from my head and the only thing I can focus on is her, and her release.

“Perfect, lea.”

Ivy beams, like my praise means the fucking world to her.

It’s a gift and a far cry from where we were when she first arrived. When she was too damn timid and too fucking innocent.

My legs recover themselves and my core regains its strength as my girl waits on her knees, uncertain what will happen next. Sometimes I’ll end our play here. I’ll deprive her of any pleasure to make her crave more. I’ll make her beg andplead and demean herself to get any kind of pleasure back. But not tonight. Not when Ivy’s so close to being ready and she needs reward and praise.

I lace my fingers through her hair and guide her to her feet. She rises to meet me and I kiss her, deeply and dominantly, claiming her mouth as mine. My hands slide down her sides and grab her ass, and I lift her into the air, slamming her back into the wall.

Ivy screams, half in shock, half in elation.

“What are you doing?” she asks, shaking a little.

“Taking what’s mine, lea.” My head forces her legs apart, although she doesn’t put up much resistance. “I’m fucking starving and it’s your turn.”

Ivy arches her back and moves her legs apart, letting me sink towards her perfect pink pussy. She’s drenched and I tease her, paying her back for her fucking cocktease earlier. My girl writhes and moans, begging for more, and thank fuck she can’t see the satisfied grin spread all over my fucking face.

“Stop moving or I’ll put you down.”

She stills and her muscles relax, accepting her position. Back against the wall, water pouring down her front, legs over my shoulders and her cunt exposed for me to play with.

My tongue flicks over her clit and she cries. Ivy’s aroused and her time on her knees hasn’t dampened her excitement. She’s already close and it won’t be long before she comes.

I draw it out, teasing her clit, and back off, bringing her back from the edge of climax. Ivy edges so fucking exquisitely and her moans grow frantic as her pleasure heightens and then ebbs away before she comes. She’s desperate to come and the agony is beautiful, and my girl plays so fucking perfectly for me.

“Please, Master.”

It’s a cry of need and want, of complete submission and total acceptance. Of me and of herself. Of her place and this dynamic.

And I won’t deny my perfect pet.

My tongue presses harder and flicks over her clit faster, swirling around her swollen bud. I suck her clit into my mouth and grate my teeth over it, mixing pleasure and pain, and Ivy’s cries become so high-pitched they might shatter glass.

Her hips grind into me and her fingers dig into my scalp and I press on, pushing her until her orgasm breaks. Ivy’s body writhes as contractions ripple through her, and her hips rock wildly as her screams grow frantic and her legs start shaking.

I pull back and stare up at the girl who’s staring down at me in wonder. Her eyes gloss over, glassy as her orgasm dazes her, and she loses herself in the warmth and pleasure I’ve given her.

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