He pushed her nipples in on themselves, and she threw her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure.
He scraped her nipples with this thumbnail and grinned as her hips bucked. “You like it so much.” He grabbed her nipples and pulled them hard.
“Yes, please,” Ivy said.
Her plea, the permission he needed.
He pulled her nipples, twisting them in his fingers. Ivy pushed down on his shoulders, tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes. Damn, it made him high. He wanted more tears. He pulled her to him roughly. His skin felt heated all over, next to her cool soft flesh.
He crushed his mouth to hers, and her lips parted, inviting him in. He kissed her, closing his eyes as her scent flooded him, her touch, and the rightness of how she felt in his hands. He cupped her neck, sweeping his hands over her back, massaging her shoulder blades. Damn, he knew this was unfair. It wasn’t going to cease his anger, but right now, he needed her. He drank in her taste, feasting on her mouth.
“Gabe.”
He tore his mouth from her, pushing her off him. Damn it. He couldn’t do this. The way she said his name, with that mix of pain and love, was too much.
He clutched his head and jumped off the bed, trying to calm himself. To think he could just throw off all his anger for a night was laughable. Hearing his name from her sparked a fresh wave of anger, and what did that say?
“Please, Sir.”
He turned back to the bed. “Fuck.”
His heart and head were not in agreement. She was on her knees on the bed, her head on the pillow, holding her ass cheeks apart.
“Damn you.” He stalked over and slapped her ass so hard that his palm stung. He spanked her, every hit of his palm against her flesh as if it were a drum he was trying to beat his emotions on.
And he landed his palm across her hot ass again. And again.
And every time he struck her flesh, she mewled. This woman was the damn devil, and he had missed drinking the sin.
He reached between her legs and roughly fingered her soaking wet pussy.
“So sloppy for me.”
“Yes! I’ve missed this,” Ivy said.
Yeah, so had he, but admitting it would be giving up some of his anger, and he didn’t want to do that.
She thrashed, twisting as he plunged two fingers into her wetness. Her cries of pleasure were an invisible line to his cock, making it lengthen and harden with every little whimper that left her mouth.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and jammed them into her mouth. “Clean these for me. I don’t know where this pussy has been.”
She trembled at his words, shaking her head, but she hollowed her cheeks and sucked his fingers cleaned.
Ivy had always been a target for his sea of raging emotions for whatever reason.Because she’s the one who never rejected you, asshole. His brain threw up that thought mockingly.
She vibrated under him, pushing her hips towards his hand, demanding he give her more and give in.
Because she was hot and gorgeous, wet and willing, he couldn’t resist. Oh god, how she was willing. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand. He climbed behind her and lubed his throbbing cock.
“Yes! Put your cock deep inside me, Sir. I want to know if it’s as good as I remember.”
He settled behind her, gripping her hips, and posed his cock’s head at her entrance. Grabbing her shoulder, he bit into the soft flesh.
“God, that’s too much.” She thrust her ass back against him, telling him to continue.
Her hips rose off the bed, and he thrust, shallow and quick.
Ivy mewled.
