Page 19 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

The cold leather runs over her cheek, and she jerks, desire blacking out the blue in her eyes.

“Yes. I trust you.”

“If you don’t like it, tell me or slap my thigh immediately.”

“Okay.”

Our stares hold while I move the belt to the back of her neck. She sucks in a sharp breath but doesn’t pull back or demand we not do this.

I cautiously loop the end of the belt through the metal clasp and tighten it enough for it to bite into her throat slightly. She swallows, and her throat bobs against the leather.

“Good?” I murmur.

Her voice is tight but confident when she says, “Yes.”

I tighten the belt a bit more, pinkening up the skin around it. “What about now?”

She nods her head this time, slamming her fingers into her pussy at a furious pace.

The belt is loose enough that I can nearly slide the tip of my finger beneath the leather without much struggle but tight enough to bite. And her reaction to that is sexier than I could have ever expected.

Mouth falling open, she uses her hold on my cock to guide it to her lips. She darts her tongue out to catch the drop of liquid appearing before all I feel is wet heat. I growl at the expert suction she uses while working the bottom half of my shaft with her hand.

“Play while you have the chance,” I warn, holding back from thrusting my hips.

She moans around me, her eyes shut and fingers moving between her legs at an unsteady pace. The twin peaks on her heavy breasts glisten but don’t drip. I almost wish she hadn’t pumped after our shower. Having her milk dripping down her bare body right now might have been my undoing.

“Take a deep breath, angel.”

Without a moment of hesitation, she gulps in air. I’m grabbing the back of the couch and pushing forward before either of us can blink.

Ivy coughs at the sudden intrusion, tears spilling from beneath her closed lids. The tight muscles in her throat work around me as I retreat and then thrust back in, deeper this time.

She swallows, and I glide further, my balls smacking her face. Not even a second later, she has them in her hand, rolling them with the exact pressure she knows makes my thighs spasm.

The leather belt is hot in my sweaty grip. I’m intoxicated by the image it paints. Ivy’s mine. She’s my fucking woman. The mother of my daughter and the light on my life. And right now, she’s at my complete mercy. She’s mine to control and play with. Fuck me, that makes my blood sing.

“You’re a vision,” I grunt, working my cock through the constricting walls of her throat. “Not only am I so deep your throat is bulging with every thrust, but this collar . . . You’re mine, Ivy. Not just this throat or that sopping cunt you’re fucking. But this woman. All of you belongs to me, right?”

She rolls her hips, and I slap her thigh when she tries to pull her fingers free to pinch her clit. Her moan is deep and raw, desperate.

A droplet of milk cascades down her heavy, veiny breast. I release the couch and swipe the drop away with my thumb before bringing it to my mouth and groaning.

“Don’t know what tastes better. Your pussy or that milk.”

She can’t speak. I’m so deep down her throat that when I pull back, she has to gasp for air. Her cheeks are bright red, her lips swollen as spit drips down her face and coats my groin. I glide back inside, pressing down on her tongue.

“You want me to coat your throat, angel? Want my cum in your belly?” I ask tightly, heat smoldering in my groin.

She shakes her head as much as possible in this position. It’s not the response I was expecting, so I pull back, a brow raised.

“No? You want it somewhere else?”

Her voice is raw. “Please, Niko.”

“Please what?”

“Come inside of me,” she begs, yanking her hand out from between her legs to show me how wet her fingers are. “I need more. Need you inside.”

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