Page 87 of Volatile

She unzipped his pants and pulled him free. Her hands circled around, stroking down the rigid skin, but he shook his head. His fingers went to her lips and parted them, pushing their way inside. With a tiny smile on her face, she sucked playfully, darting her tongue around. Teasing him. He scissored his fingers sharply, spreading her mouth wide.

“Keep that mouth open and your eyes on me.” He angled forward to position himself and slid across her tongue. Once he hit her throat, his hand at the back of her head controlled the thrusts.

To watch his cock slither in and out of her hot, wet mouth as her eyes gazed up at him, her soft deep curls twined around his hand and spilling down his wrist... it was a beautiful sight.

Never. Never again did he want to see anything other than acorn eyes and dark chocolate hair before him, under him, beside him. With him. He was in so fucking deep. She possessed every cell of him, and he welcomed it with an open heart.

He drew her off his glazed shaft, slick with saliva. He was not going to come down her throat, not this time. As beautiful as it was to see her on her knees, there was something even more so.

“Remove your clothes, then sit that sweet cunt on me.”

She nodded, shivering as she undressed. Ivy no longer questioned his word choice, and how could she? Her mouth was filthier than his half the time.

She spread her legs, folding them around the outside of his, and lowered herself. Just before she hit the tip, he wrapped his hands around her hips.

“Just relax now, baby.”

She gave him a lovely sigh as he guided her down. Fuck, she was soaked, just like he expected. Just like she always was. For him and him only. And no one but him would ever fuck her again. Love her again. He’d do everything in his power to make that happen.

“God, Jonathan....”

He slanted her body at the right angle to make her scream, rolling her over his cock until her trembling increased.

“Move in with me, Ivy.” He stilled her just enough to make her pay attention. “Say yes. I need you. Every. Single. Day.”

“Jonathan....”

“Say yes.”

“Don’t....”

“You’re mine, Ivy. You may not be wearing my collar, but you’re fucking mine. And the more you fight me on this, the more I’ll fight for us.”

He resumed the pace, wanting an answer but needing more to see her face as she burst apart. He’d get his answer soon enough.

“You... you’re distracting me again.”

“And for every night you’re not here by my side, you destroy me.”

He shifted her down, digging his hands into her flesh, hitting the golden spot. She arched back, yelling out his name, her cunt seizing and setting him off.

“Fuck, Ivy.” His pleasure mirrored hers, and he allowed that moment to lose himself completely. He could never get his fill of her, already wanting more.

Jon smoothed his palms up her back and brought her to his chest. “Will you take off your clothes too?” she asked. “I want to feel your skin next to mine.”

He placed her aside and stripped down. Then he returned her to his lap, and she cuddled her softness against him. Yeah, this was damn nice.

“Better?”

“Mmhmm. I like this.” She looked up at him. “But there’s something I don’t like very much.”

He played with her hair, separating the strands with his fingers. “I already know what you’re going to say.”

She pursed her lips. “It wasn’t right to try and sway me when I’m feeling so good.”

“That’s the perfect time. I’m showing you what it would feel like to be with me every day and night.”

“It was like... sexual blackmail.”

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