Page 11 of Who Pissed Off Ivy Dell?

She rolls over and bends her top leg, dragging her knee up to increase my access.

I open a condom, roll it down my hard dick, and rub lube over it. Then I squirt some onto her and work it in with one finger. She tenses a little, so I go slow, adding more lube. When her muscles relax for me, I push my finger deeper. After a minute, I work a second finger into her the same way.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she says.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I want it, just want you to know I might need a little more time to adjust.”

“I won’t rush.” I start to slide my fingers in and out. “Is this all right?”

“Yeah, that’s good.”

She thrusts back onto my fingers, and I stop moving them so she can set the pace. It feels so damn good to have her rocking her ass back to take my fingers. When she picks up the pace, I hold out for a few more minutes before asking, “Are you ready for my dick?

“I think so.”

I remove my fingers slowly and position the head of my cock against her tight ass, pressing the crown inside until she tenses again. Holding steading, I kiss her neck, and whisper, “I’m going to stay right here. Push back when you’re ready. You’re in control now.”

Her body softens, and after a few minutes, she slides back, taking me a little deeper. And then a little more. When I’m all the way in, I close my eyes and get lost in the bliss. She slowly slidesoff, and my breathing shallows. She thrusts back to take it again, still moving slowly, but she doesn’t stop to adjust to the fullness at any point. I’m reseated with one smooth thrust.

“You’re doing so good. It’s all you, baby. Take what you want.”

Her strokes speed up a little, and she doesn’t pause at the bottom, anymore. She’s found an easy rhythm and it’s fucking amazing, but it takes all my restraint not to meet her thrusts yet.

When she starts to moan, I push my hips forward. “Is it okay if I join in?”

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

Oh, sweet Jesus, is she trying to kill me? I manage a few strokes, but the more her muscles loosen, the quicker mine tighten. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, but I didn’t expect to blow this fast. “I can’t hold it, Ivy.”

“Don’t hold back. Come in my ass, Jensen.”

Every muscle and tendon in my body seize when she says my name with my cock buried in her ass. It’s not like I have the power to resist doing exactly what she told me to, but it might be the greatest goddamn release I’ve ever felt. I’m pretty sure my soul just left my body.

After I regain enough strength to take my cock out of her, she rolls onto her back and smiles at me. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. You can join me if you want. And then you can cook us dinner.”

“You might have to help with dinner. I’m not sure I could crack an egg right now.”

She twists her hair up in a clip and steps under the hot water. I step in after her. A woman has never been safer from sexual advances in a shower with me. Until she soaps up her tits and my dick reactivates like it just got a new battery.

“Uh-uh,” she says, glancing warily at my emerging erection. “I need a break. And food.”

“You’re the one who woke him up.”

“Hot water’s all yours.” She hops out and grabs a towel.

My dick is the only muscle that’s come back onboard. The rest of me is still drained. I laugh at how quickly she retreated though. Good to know she thinks so highly of my stamina.

By the time I dry off and come out of the bathroom, she’s stolen my shirt. I reach for my underwear but don’t both with anything else. I take my wine glass from the counter where I left it. She’s eating the popcorn by the fistful and her glass is half-empty.

“I cracked the eggs,” she says, pointing to the bowl they’re floating in. “So don’t say I didn’t help.”

“Go sit down so I can scramble them. You’re distracting me again.”

She pulls one of the chairs out from her table and turns it to face the kitchen. Then she sits cross-legged on it, making my shirt rise up to her hips, revealing just enough of her snatch to make my dick twitch.

“You’re mean.”

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