Page 41 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

Instead of listening, I bob my head up and down, sucking his cock like I’m trying to drink my favorite milkshake.

“Ivy!Fuuuuck!” He groans before pulling my head off him.

Gasping, I look up at him. “Did I… Do something wrong?” I ask, trying to regulate my breathing.

“Oh, baby. Noo. Everything you did was perfect.” He leans down and wipes his thumb across my wet cheek. “The only thing that would be more perfect is if I were buried in your pussy making you feel as good as I do.”

“Oh. Well, ok then.”

He chuckles then flips me onto my back. I squeal and smack his chest. He laughs at my reaction before dipping his head and pressing soft kisses along my collarbone and up my throat. His teeth scrape the spot right behind my right ear.

“This is where I’m going to mark you,” he purrs and I fucking gush. Jesus. How the fuck is this man so fucking sexy?

I arch my neck to give him better access but he just nips at my skin

“Not yet. Patience, my mate. You’ll be mine completely, soon.”

“Oh, god. I did not expect this from you,” I groan.

“Expect what, love?” he whispers in my ear before kissing down my neck.

“The cruelty. I should have known the nice guy would be the worst.”

“Oh, you poor baby,” he murmurs into my neck as his hands roam my body.

“Mmmm. Yes. It’s a terrible fate bestowed upon me,” I sigh when he slides down my body, licking and kissing everywhere he can reach.

His warm breath puffs over my hips seconds before his tongue swipes up my slit and even pretend complaints flee my mind.

“So fucking sweet,” he groans into my pussy.

Now, I've had a victim go down on me before his untimely demise, so this isn't a first for me, butholy shit. He's way better than any of the losers I've been with. I really fucking lucked out with the mate lottery.

He licks my pussy like it's his job. I don't even care that in order for him to be this adept at eating pussy he's had to have hada lotof practice. I'm reaping the reward for all that practice now, so who am I to judge?

Just as I'm about to cum, the asshole pulls away and leaves me panting and writhing on the bed.

“What the?!” I snarl as I push myself up to glare at the evil man between my legs.

“Patience, remember? Good things come to those who wait.”

“But I don't wannawait!I want the orgasm you stole from me,” I whine.

The twisted fuck just smiles as he bends down and places a kiss over my clit. I'm about to complain some more when he sits up and slams into me, burying his cock inside me in one hard, fast, thrust.

I gasp and moan at the sudden, but very fucking welcome intrusion. For someone who was preaching patience just moments ago, he sure fucks me like a dying man.

His hands grip my thighs as he holds them up and spreads me open, pounding into me. I should have expected it to be this way. Rough and wild. He’s still a biker after all. Just because he’s quieter and doesn’t scream alpha male, doesn’t mean he isn’t one.

“You’re such a good fucking girl, taking my cock.”

“Oh god,” I moan.And he’s a dirty talker? Have I died and gone to heaven? Surely not. After all the deaths I’ve caused, no way they’d let me in.

It’s like he notices I space out just a little bit because he shifts his hips and hits this place inside me that wipes all thought from my brain. I couldn’t think about anything if I wanted to now. All I can do isfeel. I’m just one oversensitized nerve as he continues to fuck me, sliding one hand down my leg and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

“You gonna come all over my dick, baby?”

“If you keep fucking me like that, I will,” I moan.

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