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“Holy shit,” I curse, realizing she’s coming. From my spanking, she’s orgasming.
When I move my fingers inside of the seam of her panties, her muscles immediately clench around my two fingers.
“Tell me, Ivy,” I growl.
“Y-Yes, shit yes!” she pants. “I trust you,” she whines out the last words as her orgasm reaches its climax.
My cock is as hard as a fucking rock. However, I don’t have time to think of my needs since our limo has just arrived at the secret entrance of our hotel.
It takes all of my strength to readjust Ivy’s dress, covering her and helping her out of the car, to the private elevator. While it doesn’t take long timewise to make it up to our suite, it feels like a fucking eternity.
As soon as the door closes behind us, I bend Ivy over the back of the couch and rip the panties away from her body.
“Perfect,” I mumble when she widens her stance, giving me better access. I drop to my knees, spread her cheeks with my hands, and make a meal out of her pussy from the back.
Her sweetness oozes all over my tongue, and I lap it up, savoring every moment of her in this position.
Ivy screams, begs, and cries out for me to stop and then to keep going. It’s not until her second orgasm passes that I feel her pushing against my shoulder.
“I … need,” she pants. “I need you.”
“I know, baby.”
In seconds my pants and briefs are on the floor. I rip open a condom from my wallet and roll it down my cock right before I thrust into her all at once, making Ivy scream.
Her pussy muscles clench around my cock.
I want to give her a moment to adjust to my girth. Even after her previous orgasms I know she still needs some time, but I can’t fucking help it the moment my hips start moving.
I pull back and then thrust in with all of my force.
“Shit!” Ivy curses, her hands gripping the back of the couch so hard I know her nails will end up scratching the leather.
All I care about is pushing her into her next orgasm. Both of my hands clasp her hips, holding her in the perfect position for me to hit her G-spot over and over. I know I’ve reached it when Ivy’s body trembles on every down thrust I give her.
Her cries and screams turn into moans; her breathing grows erratic. All of it sends me into a sex-induced haze where nothing outside of the two of us matters.
“Fuck!” I yell out when her pussy clenches around my cock.
I push Ivy’s leg up and onto the back of the couch, allowing me to get even deeper inside of her canal. I pound into her, pulling everything from her that her body will give. Sure enough, another orgasm slices through her.
At last mine sets off as well.
I come so damn hard and long it feels like my entire life force is evacuating my body.
“I could die just like this,” I pant against the back of her neck, before running my tongue over her sweaty skin. The salty taste mixed with her sweetness pulls a groan from me.
“I love you,” I whisper in her ear.
Her next words embalm my tired body with renewed energy.
“I love you, too.”
CHAPTER 32
Ivy
“Meanwhile, this one was getting her back blown out in Las Vegas over the weekend,” Mya says.
