Page 82 of Unravel Me

“I didn’t like hearing about someone who’s touched you.” She rubs her lips featherlight over mine, just a whisper of a touch before dropping to her knees.

“In fact, I really, really didn’t like it.” She rubs her hands up both of my thighs before running them over the length of my hard-on.

“Feeling jealous, Iv?”

“You know I am. I know we each have a past, but mine is all out of sight. Yours is right in front of me.”

“Baby, you don’t have anything to worry about. You’re the only woman for me.”

She unbuckles my belt before unbuttoning my pants and slides down the zipper.

“Then tell me, Sawyer. Please.” She pulls my cock free, holding it firmly in her grasp. She bends her head down, eyes on mine, and licks me slowly from base to tip. “I know it makes me look insecure. But . . . I need to hear you say it.” She looks up at me from between my legs and she looks so damn sexy sitting there with my cock in her hand, eyes heavy-lidded. She gives my hard dick a squeeze. “Who do you belong to, Sawyer?” Fucking hell, she’s throwing my words back in my face and I’m all for it.

“You, baby,” I say, my voice raspy and drunk on the way she’s making me feel.

She swirls her tongue over the head of my cock, licking up the bead of precum leaking from the tip.

“Who have you always belonged to?”

“Fuck, Ivy. You. You know it. Like it’s even a damn question.”

“I wanted to hear it,” she says as she swallows my cock whole. She bottoms out, my cock down her throat, and I can’t help the moan that comes out of me. I do my best to keep my hips still soI don’t hurt her. She swallows twice before pulling back up to the tip and doing it all over again. The sensations are unreal, tingling and shooting out through my entire body.

“Fuck, baby.”

I let her suck me down a few more times before grabbing her under her arms and dropping her down on my desk.

I flip up her sundress and expose her bare pussy to me. I groan too loudly for being in my office.

“Jesus, Iv. Such a good girl coming into my office ready for me. You had better have had panties on at your interview though.” I rub the flat of my palm down her bare stomach and across her pretty pink pussy before circling my fingers around her entrance. “You going to be quiet for me, baby?”

“Yes.”

I thrust two fingers into her opening before curling them up toward her navel. She lays completely back on my desk and covers her mouth with her hands. Her muffled moans sound so good. I take a moment to look at her, half-naked, sprawled across my desk.

My Ivy.

I lean down and swipe her core from opening to clit before lining my dick up with her entrance.

“This has to be quick. Try not to scream.”

I pound into her in one swift motion, bottoming out on the first thrust. Her warmth surrounds me, her pussy spasming, her wetness dripping out and leaking onto my balls. I pause only for a moment to give her a second to adjust to the intrusion before releasing myself on her. She takes it all and stays quiet. I stay buried, keeping my thrusts quick and so deep I feel her cervix keeping me from going any further. I put two of my fingers in my mouth, covering them in my saliva before placing them on her clit, pressing down just like she likes it and moving in quick littlecircles. Her hips buck into my hand and my dick pushes slightly deeper.

“Come for me. Take me over the edge with you, baby.”

I pinch her clit and her orgasm barrels through her. She squeezes her eyes shut and presses her hands down hard over her mouth, her perfect pussy tightens and spasms over my cock, clamping down and forcing my orgasm from me. I thrust in deep, grabbing her hips and pulling her further onto me as I come, unloading inside her before collapsing on top of her.

“Fuck, I hate to say it, but I like you jealous.”

She laughs, her body rumbling underneath me.

I stand up to pull out of her, silently hoping like hell I don’t pull out all of my cum in the process, only to see a streak of blood covering my dick and a bit on Ivy.

“Shit, baby did I hurt you?” My hands go to the side of her thighs, forcing her heels on the edge of my desk.

“Fuck, Sawyer, this isn’t the gynecologist, stop it.” She sits up on her elbows and puts her legs back down, but I don’t move from between them. I rub my hands up her sides, not looking away.

“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

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