Page 113 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

Ivy's entire body jolted.

"Christian—!" she gasped, but he didn’t let her speak.

His tongue circled her swollen bud before dragging it down and licking her slick entrance. Then, without warning, he shoved his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with his mouth.

Ivy sobbed against the sheets, her fingers clawing at them as he devoured her.

"Ahh! Please—!" she whimpered, her hips bucking against his face.

Christian groaned against her, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her wider. He licked her deeper, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before pulling away to watch her dripping core clench around nothing.

"You taste fucking perfect," he murmured. "I could eat you all night."

His tongue returned, licking, sucking, devouring. He was relentless, his lips wrapping around her swollen nub as he sucked hard, sending shockwaves through her trembling body. Ivy was a mess beneath him, gasping, moaning, grinding herself against his face.

Christian’s fingers returned, plunging into her alongside his tongue. She choked on a cry, her walls squeezing around him as he fucked her with his mouth and hand.

"Ahh! Oh fuck… Christian. Christian, w-wait!" she squealed, her mind hazy.

"No," he grinned darkly, curling his fingers inside her. "You're clenching me so tight. I don’t think you really want me to pull out."

Her thighs shook violently. She was close. Too close.

Christian felt it, the wetness of her soaked heat. He sucked on her clit with devastating force.

Ivy shattered.

A scream ripped from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body convulsed, juices spilling onto his face as she came hard against his mouth. But Christian didn’t stop.

"Christian—! Ahhh! Oh my God!" she sobbed.

His tongue kept lapping at her, drawing out her orgasm until she was shaking uncontrollably. Only when she whimpered in overstimulation did he finally pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and feral.

"Christian, someone is going to hear me!" Her voice wavered, panic mixing with the pleasure wrecking her body.

Christian’s jaw clenched. A flicker of darkness flashing in his gaze. His fingers withdrew—only for his hands to flip her body effortlessly. One leg was lifted high in the air as he settled between her trembling thighs, his muscular form towering over her.

Her heart pounded.

His thick length rested against her slick folds, the tip swollen, coated with leaking precum.

"You think your voice was low enough till now that no one outside this room heard you?" His voice was dangerously quiet.

A thrill of fear—and something else—raced through her veins.

Christian slid his fingers back inside her, thrusting hard. Ivy bit down on the pillow beneath her head, muffling the cry that tore from her lips.

"You’re close again already?" he murmured, feeling the way her walls fluttered around him. Without waiting for an answer, he shifted. His body pressed into hers, heat radiating off him as his girth pressed against her entrance.

A sharp, broken gasp escaped her throat as he slammed inside her in one brutal thrust.

Her scream never left her lips—his palm covered her mouth, swallowing every desperate sound. His other hand gripped her hip, lifting her just enough for him to drive into her with an unforgiving rhythm.

The force of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, the raw heat of his body fusing with hers. She clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but there was no escape—no reprieve from the intense ecstasy he forced upon her.

His grip tightened. Rough fingers found the sensitive peak of her breast, rolling it between them, teasing, tormenting.

A sharp pinch sent lightning racing through her veins.

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