Page 44 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

“You’re so tight. You’re so fucking wet. Perfect,” I tell her. And the guys.

I move my fingers in and out. She shudders against me.

“Damn, princess, you grip cocks so well, don’t you?”

She squeezes around my fingers, and I press up into her.

“Grind against me, Ivy. Get yourself off against me.”

“I…want…” She does what I tell her, but she wants more. I’ll give her anything.

“What, baby? Tell me.”

“I want your cock.”

“I don’t want to stop and get a condom,” I tell her honestly. “Let me get you off this way.”

She nods. “Okay. But I want skin on skin.”

I realize what she’s saying a second later and heat rockets through me. “You want me bare up against that needy little clit?”

She nods quickly.

Fuck, this woman is so…surprising. Sweet and hot and…fuck. Better than I even imagined. She’s funny and flirty and has this naughty side that I want so badly to explore fully.

“Take what you want, Ivy,” I tell her through gritted teeth.

“Suck me,” Liam orders harshly.

I hear their bed creaking as Ivy lifts herself off me enough to lower my athletic shorts. Her hand brushes over my cock and it aches.

“Fuck,” I grit out.

She wraps her hand around me and strokes. “You’re so hard.”

“Rub your pussy against me, Ivy,” I tell her firmly. “Want you to come.”

She immediately moves, pressing her clit against my bare shaft. The contact makes air hiss out between my teeth. I feel like electricity is filling my veins.

I still have two fingers buried in her pussy and my other hand presses down on her ass as she rocks against me.

She lifts one hand to her breast, playing with her nipple.

I feel her pussy clenching around me and I thrust in and out.

“I love watching and feeling you take what you want,” I tell her. “You know just how to move, don’t you? You know just what this sweet body needs. That’s right,” I praise. “Move just like that. Your pussy wants more than fingers doesn’t it, my sweet, dirty girl?”

“Yes.” Ivy picks up her pace and I fuck her faster with my fingers.

But we’re not fucking. It’sveryheavy petting. But I’m going to come. This is too much. Too fucking hot.

I feel Ivy’s pussy clench hard. “Oh, God! Ford! I’m coming!”

“Yes. Fucking yes. Let me feel it, Ivy.”

She cries out, the prettiest, “Oh,yes!” as she clamps down hard around my fingers and comes.

I’m right behind her, spilling between us, over my stomach.

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