She squealed and held her legs wide open for him.
Dragging her to the table’s edge, he settled her knees over his shoulders.
He slid in, inch by inch, feeling the warmth of her pussy, feeling how needy she was for him. He gritted his teeth and slowly dragged his cock through her wetness.
“Gabe!” Ivy drummed her heels on the back of his shoulders.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes! You in me! Now!”
“Demanding girl.”
His fingers parted her labia while his cock eased in and out, and her hips came off the table in protest.
“Now, you bastard.”
“Oh please, I can make you wait all night long,” Gabe said.
“You want to fuck me.”
“Yep, I do, and I will on my own time,” Gabe said. He thrust once, staying buried in her heated pussy.
She groaned, her fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to speed him to action. He laughed, her frustration and impatience so damn cute.
“You could be my little cockwarmer. I can stay in you just like this.”
She leaned on his chest, turning her face from him. Her lips grazed his nipple, setting off sparks of heated desire. Fuck, this girl lit him up.
“Please,” she whispered against his chest. A wall of heat separated them by inches. Her passion and his anger were a combustible combination. He slowly started to thrust right to the hilt and then stopped.
She protested, drumming her heels on him, her fingers digging into his biceps. “Sir.”
His mouth came over hers as he slowly dragged his cock through her heat, pulling in and out.
She cried and bounced on him, a fine sheen of sweat starting to break on her brow. Her body hot. It was a different kind of undone, and it suited his mood.
Ivy sat up, deepening his angle, her hands on his forearms, her nails scratching him. He slanted his mouth to hers and kissed her hard, biting her lip.
“Put those claws away,” he said.
She made her hands into fists and thudded them on him.
“Now, Princess, that’s no way to get your way.” He used his sternest Dom tone.
“Sir, please fuck me.” She nipped his shoulder. “Like you mean it.” Her green eyes glowed, the words gritted out, angry and frustrated, desperation clear in her voice.
Holding her hips, he drilled into her. She gasped. Her tits bounced against his chest, and he fucking loved it. He went harder, pounding her, and she grabbed him with every muscle she had, her softness against his hardness.
Her expressions flicked from pleasure to pain as he bit her shoulder slightly.
“Yes! Fuck yes,” she cried as his hand wrapped around her, rocking deep into her, melding their bodies as close as possible, so there wasn’t even an inch between her skin and his. Sweat covered his back and rolled down his sides. Right here, right now, he was fucking owning her.
“Babylon.”
Her pussy clamped so tight around his dick that he couldn’t hold off another damn second. His balls drew up tight and heavy, ready to explode now.
In his arms, her body tensed, her eyes closed, and with no more energy to fight it, she laid her head against his chest. His orgasm came fast, catching the end of hers, and he held her as the aftershocks rippled through her body.
