Page 94 of Dirty Behavior

There was nothing in this world that was more arousing than her plump, round belly carrying life and knowing it was mine.

“I think I can get used to this, I like when you take charge.”

“Oh yeah, you enjoy when I mount you and force myself on you?” Her fingers walked over my abs, drawing long strokes in the contours and creating a path to my shoulders.

Biting my lip, I jerked my hips up. “I absolutely do, Princess.”

Her pussy brushed my length, the smooth petals opened wide, hugging my thick cock. I wanted her to guide me inside. The tip of my cock was already sticky, eager and needy to get home, to be in the only place on this earth that felt perfect.

Digging her nails into my shoulders, Ivy raised up, positioning herself on the head of my dick and lowering down so slow, it was borderline torture.

Her lips perched in a teasing grin, eyes twinkling with small bursts of light. Fuck, those eyes were enough to push me over, sending me into catatonic shock.

It took everything I had not grab her hips and slam her down. My hands were there, squeezing around her thighs, itching to just give her that extra push.

But I held back, letting her take her time.

Her head fell back, lashes fluttering in a half blink. “Dante,” she moaned, picking herself up and dropping back down.

Goosebumps broke over her skin, her nails digging in a little harder, holding her up. “Fuck me, Ivy, it's your turn to fuck me.”

Her swelling tits bounced, jiggling and smacking against each other. Reaching up, I plucked her tender nub and watched her shiver. Ivy's pace quickened, each thrust of her hips came down harder and faster.

Her ass rolled, legs spreading wider to take every last inch I had to give her. Licking her walls, she milked my cock. Each thrust was met with a full moan, our bodies moving in sync, breathing heavy and thick.

Ivy's legs began to shake, her thighs trembling against my waist. She drew in a harsh breath, cooing instantly and falling to my chest. Feeling her come, that sensation, the way her pussy tightened around me. . . That was what I loved the most.

Pleasing her, satisfying her; that was all I ever wanted.

The tingles swept through my stomach, drawing in my balls. My cock went rock hard, throbbing and purging deep into her soul.

We were no longer two separate people. Our lives were connected forever by trust, by love, and by blood.

Scooping the hair off her neck, I kissed her shoulder and up her throat. “Did you like that?”

Lifting her head, Ivy flipped her eyes up to the ceiling. “Yeah, it was alright.”

“Alright? That's it, just alright?”

At that very moment, I heard a slow, ominous clap. Popping my head up over her shoulder, Sesto was leaning in our doorway, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

“Really, you fucking pervert?”

“That was a grand performance you guys, seriously, very romantic.” Grabbing his chest, he stuck his tongue out and looked like he was about to throw up.

Ivy jumped off me, snagging the blanket and holding it to her chin. “What are you like, fourteen, Sesto?”

Chuckling, he strolled into the room like we weren't both laying there naked, and sat on the edge of the bed by my side. Ruffling my hair, he smiled and said, “Come on now, I just wanted to make sure you took precautions. You did take precautions, didn't you? You don't want to go getting her knocked up.”

Swatting him away, I tried not to laugh. “Fuck you, asshole. Get out of here.” Shoving him off the bed, I threw a failed punch at his ribs.

“Alright, alright, I just have to keep an eye on my little brother, that's all.” Walking to the door, he turned back over his shoulder. “Oh, but hey, next time, maybe try closing the door. I mean, we all live here, so. . .”

“Go!” I yelled, throwing my pillow at him.

His body ducked behind the wall in the hall, his head floating back in with that annoying fucking grin. “I do have a question though.”

“What?”

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