Page 11 of Taming the Bad Boy

I drag my eyes down her body to the delta between her legs, the pair of cherry-red lace panties covering her pussy mound from me. Ivy opens her mouth like she’s going to speak but swallows her voice as I pull the lace aside and reveal a tiny, pink, perfectly waxed slit.

“I thought you were a virgin,” I growl, an angry jealousy instantly sinking its sharp fingers into my chest.

Ivy’s beautiful eyes go wide. “I–I am,” she stammers.

“But you wax your pussy?” I demand, fixing my eyes on hers, searching for any hint of deception. “Who are you waxing it for?”

“No one…” Her voice is low, timid. She’s trembling even more now. She looks like a scared little rabbit ready to dart away into the night.

“Who, Ivy!?” I snap.

“No one!” she blurts back, slapping a palm against my chest. It doesn’t hurt of course, or even cause me to step back. If anything, it turns me on even more. What a fiery little thing she is. “I just like to do it, okay? It feels…cleaner…”

She really has no idea what she’s doing to me. How utterly obsessed with her I already am. She doesn’t know that I wouldbreak the fingers of every man on the planet if it meant keeping their hands off her.

Her response makes sense.

The question is, do I believe her?

Her eyes are quivering. I’m losing control, and it’s upsetting her. That’s not okay. I bite the inside of my cheek to bring me back down to earth. She looks away from me, and it’s like a gulf of loss forms inside of me. I quickly reach out and lift her chin, forcing her to face me.

“I believe you, Ivy,” I say, keeping my voice warm so I don’t scare her. “I’m sorry, I just got a little jealous at the thought of you with another man.”

Her chest rises as she takes a deep breath. Her eyes soften as she begins to relax. “It’s okay.” She nods. “Just know, Slate. I’m not a liar. So don’t ever accuse me of lying again. Okay?”

“Never, gorgeous,” I reply, my cock pulsing with desperate desire. Not only is Ivy beautiful, but she’s assertive. Not afraid to stand up for herself. Which is good if she’s going to live in my world. “Now unbutton my jeans. I’m gonna fuck you.”

Her eyes widen, but she does as she’s told and reaches down with both hands, popping each button slowly and deliberately. The last one doesn’t need any help. It pops on its own from the pressure of my cock pushing out.

“Now take it out,” I tell her. She hesitates. I can practically taste the innocence in the air as she looks down, so timid and sweet. I can’t keep my eyes off her lips as she reaches into my boxers.

When her soft fingers close around my cock, it’s like a jolt to my system. I gasp, lean forward, and brace myself against the wall.

“Oh my God…” I hear her mutter as she pulls all my inches into the cool night air. I look down and see my pre-cum alreadypooling in her palm as she examines my length and girth. It’s not hard to tell this is truly her first time.

I tilt my head down and take a deep breath. Before it was just her scent, but now there’s more. Now I can smell the hypnotic allure of her virgin pussy, just begging to be fucked. Split open and stretched around my aching thickness.

“Normally, I’d take things slow with you, baby,” I whisper, teasing her soaking slit with my fingers, causing her to softly moan. “But I can’t resist, gorgeous. Not now. I have to have you.”

Her breath comes in broken spurts, her voice stuttering. “S–so take me, S–Slate.”

Music to my goddamn ears.

Gripping my cock at the base, I press the tip into her dripping slit, spreading her just enough that she gasps and throws her arms around my neck. The scent of her pussy fills my lungs, and her juices coat my crown, signaling her desire for me. She’s just begging to be filled up.

Grabbing the firm flesh of her hip, I pull her closer, lifting her leg up to my waist. She nearly falls, but I hold her as she giggles and grinds against me. Then I rub the tip of my cock back and forth over her little swollen clit, teasing a horny little mewl from her lips.

“You want it, baby?” I growl, brushing my lips across the skin of her neck. She nods. But that’s not enough for me. “I said,you want it?”

“Yes!” she cries out, eagerly pressing into me. A hungry smile twists across my lips as my appetite for her overtakes me.

Damn right you do.

Her entrance opens for me as I press deeper. She gasps again, and I bring my eyes to hers. I want to watch as I claim her.

She’s already tense but stiffens more as I press my hips forward and force the tip of my cock into her soaked channel.She moans, and a feeling of conquest takes me over. Ivy is about to bemineand mine only.

Her pussy is so tight and so warm as I give her more of my cock. I feel resistance, and any doubt I may have had in my mind about her innocence is instantly wiped away. Her little cherry is the only thing holding me back, and I’m about to break through.

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