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Another swipe and a light bite and Ivy’s walls clench tightly around my fingers, her clit swelling and throbbing against my tongue. “Fuuuuuuuck. Yesssss,” Ivy screams as she comes on my tongue and fingers, her legs trembling and body convulsing. I don’t let up until I’ve squeezed every bit of pleasure from her. I let her come down from her orgasm and lay her foot back on the ground to sit back on my heels.

Taking a moment to look down at Ivy’s legs still spread open in front of me, her pussy dripping, I swipe two fingers through her wet folds, pushing them deep into her slickness before withdrawing completely. I hold them out to her, curious to see what she’ll do. She opens for me and sucks my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, cleaning them off before releasing them with a pop. And fuck if the sight and feel of that didn’t make my cock ache for attention. I let Ivy catch her breath before I stand and climb onto the bed, grabbing her hips and rolling her gently so I can straddle her legs. I brush the hair from her beautiful face with my hand as she moves, and look down at her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Chapter 52

IVY

Ido my best to move my sated body onto my stomach. Sawyer rubs his hands over the dip of my lower back, moving down to grip and massage my ass cheeks. “This ass, Ivy. Fuck. We’re not done tonight. I thought I lost you again and I refuse to have any more regrets. I want everything with you, baby. Trust me?”

“Sawyer,” I whisper.

“I need to hear you say it, butterfly. Do you trust me?”

“Yes. You know I do,” I pant, pushing my ass back into him, desperate for him to enter me.

“Relax for me.”

I stretch my hands out in front of me and he leans forward, peppering kisses along my neck, sucking and nibbling as he goes.

“I need a safeword,” he whispers, “any word will do. I know your body well enough if something is wrong, but it’s for you to use if at any point you want me to stop, just say that word and I will.”

Pineapple. Why the fuck is that the first word that comes to my mind? Get it together, Ivy. Banana? God that’s dumb too. Apple? Fuuuck. I’m such a mess. Why am I only thinking of fruit right now?

“Red. Red means stop.”

Chuckling under his breath, he sits up, straddling my thighs and rubbing his hands up and down my back. Leaning back down over me, he pulls my chin further to the side so he can kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue and feel the wetness pool further between my legs. Just as fast as it started, it’s over, and Sawyer is climbing off of me, walking over to the end table and grabbing a bottle of lube. Butterflies take flight in my stomach.

I’ll never tire of seeing this man naked. His thick cock bobs up toward his belly, the head red and angry, I find myself salivating to taste him. He walks back over to the bed, clearly reading my mind. He grasps his hard length in his hand and taps it on my lips.

“Open for me.”

I do my best to open wide at the angle I’m at on my stomach, with my head turned toward him. He runs his hands through my hair, fisting it and pushing his big cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I involuntarily gag around his thick length and tears fill my eyes. I remember to breathe the best that I can through my nose and relax my jaw and throat while he moves in and out of my mouth.

“That’s my good girl. I love your mouth, baby. But this isn’t what we’re doing tonight.”

Pulling his length from me with a sudden pop, he climbs back on top of me and spreads my legs to find my pussy ready and waiting for him to fuck. He takes his time with me, rubbing the crown of his dick from my entrance to my clit. I eagerly lift my hips off the bed, pushing myself into him in search of more.

“I want all of you, Ivy. Every piece of you. I don’t want there to be anything left of you that I haven’t touched. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I choke out, my heart pounding out of my chest.

He gives my ass a powerful squeeze and slides his hand slowly upward from the base of my spine to the middle of my back and down again while continuing to rub his cock through my slick folds, coating himself in my moisture. I love the feel of his hands on me. The feel of his silky-smooth cock sliding through me. I can’t get enough.

His grip around my hips tightens as he lines up with my entrance and in one powerful thrust, drives his cock balls deep inside of me. The moan that rumbles through his body is what dreams are made of. I grip the blankets in tight fists and push back against the onslaught of his length pounding in and out of my body, each thrust hitting his hilt and sending shockwaves through me. In one quick move, he pulls my hips up so that I’m on my knees, head pressed down into the mattress, and my ass further in the air. Sawyer’s hands sweep over every inch of my ass, his fingers stopping at my puckered hole and rubbing gentle, firm circles. He’s never touched me there before and I’ve certainly never let anyone else come close. My mind spirals with an intense array of emotions all at once.

It feels so taboo.

So dirty.

So wrong.

Yet I’ve never been more turned on, I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I do at this moment. Pulling his cock out far enough to swipe up some of my wetness with his fingers, he returns to that forbidden hole and slowly presses the tip of his finger inside while rubbing my lower back with his other hand.

The moan that escapes me sounds like it came from someone else. My body tightens around the intrusion, but I want more. I need more.

“More. Please. Sawyer,” I pant, desperate to get all of this man.

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