She moans loudly, even though her lips trap the sound.
“So sweet for me, aren’t you?” I growl between licks.
“Yes,” she says on a gasp. “Only for you.” She’s starting to rock her ass against my face, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Only for me.
She glances over her shoulder. “Are you touching yourself?” she chokes out, seeming shocked.
I take one long suck on her clit, while adding more pressure to the circles my thumb is rubbing. “Yes. You’re so fucking hot, I can’t help it, baby,” I reply.
“Oh my god,” Ivy mewls.
“You like that? You like me fucking my hand while I eat your tight, wet, warm fucking cunt?” I ask her.
I dive back in, flattening my tongue on her clit, and my spine starts to tingle. I stroke faster, needing my release.
“Yes, I love it,” she whines. “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
Fuck, I am too.
I take my hand off my dick for a moment, slipping two fingers inside her, and curling them downward to rub my favorite spot.
“Holy shit!” she yelps.
I feel Ivy’s walls instantly tighten around my hand, practically sucking me in. I focus on fast, small flicks of my tongue on her clit while I rub at that textured spot inside of her, still keeping pressure on her ass.
“Wesley!” Her voice is garbled behind her hand, and I feel her walls start to pulsate as she comes, her hips bucking.
After a few beats, the pulsing slows, and I stand abruptly and shove her dress further up to reveal her entire back. I grip my painfully hard cock and start stroking roughly, bringing it over her ass.
“Come on me. Please,” she moans, still squirming from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My head falls forward in ecstasy, and I stroke three more times before I see stars, and come all over her soft, smooth skin. Ropes of cum spurt out onto her, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. My low groans mix with garbled curses.
Mine.
I rest my hands on either side of Ivy’s waist, and try to catch my breath. My heart is pounding so hard, it’s the only thing I can hear. The damn thing hammers wildly and desperately against my ribs—like it wants her.
Like it’s doing everything it can to get to her.
She looks over her shoulder, and the way she’s looking up at me—with that dreamy expression, flushed cheeks, and that cute as fuck smirk with the perfect freckles, makes the words crawl their way up.
They burn in my throat, and I have to physically stop them from leaving my mouth by clamping my lips together. I clear my throat as if I can actually push them back down to my chest where they came from. I’m hanging on by a thread, but I know It’s too soon, too reckless.
Ivy lifts onto her elbows, and I bend down to drop a kiss to her soft mouth. When I pull back, she grins and quips, “Payment accepted. Now tattoo me.”
I bark out a laugh, shaking my head as I reach into my desk drawer to pull out tissues. I clean Ivy up, and right her underwear and dress for her. After I buckle my pants, I find her sandals that were somehow thrown across the room, and put them back on her feet, before pressing soft kisses to each of her ankles.
“We have to stop making each other come in public spaces,” she whispers as my lips leave her ankle.
I frown. “I will never stop making you come, regardless of where we are,” I reply, pulling the hem of her dress down.
She tosses her head back, and sighs, her long, dark hair falling to the desk. “Of course you won’t.”
I hold out my hand to her, “Let’s go.”
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