Inching further and further, he pulled me into him, shifting to my side, jackhammering into me. As much as I tried to fuck him back, it was soon becoming completely hopeless for me to keep participating.
I was spooned into him. It was all him now, and he more than had the situation in hand. With a finger on my clit and a rapid pace, he had me under his control, even more than before, when he had been using only his tongue or his fingers. My climax was on the horizon. Any moment he would send me over.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder to stifle the scream as my senses were completely overloaded in an instant. The feeling of every nerve in my body firing off at once, everything wonderfully aching, my vision going white as I came, I almost blacked out as Evan’s cock shuddered deep within me.
I think I could get addicted to this…
For a time, we lingered there, lying comfortably on that bed, Evan pressing soft little kisses on my face and breasts, me in his arms. Reality was creeping back in, however slowly. The realization dawned that I had fucked one of my former clients, that I could get a reputation as one of those home-wrecker wedding planners, and that my years of building my business could go up in smoke.
35
Evan
Ivy was still there the next morning. I had slept so deeply that night, for the first night in months, that if she had slipped out, I probably wouldn’t have noticed, but she was still there. She was also wrapped up like a caterpillar in the comforter, leaving me shivering beside her. I dozed for a bit, listening to her breathe. Then she jerked up with a snort.
I leaned back against the pillows to watch her expression.
“Oh my god!” she said, blearily brushing her curls out of her face. Ivy blinked, took one look at me then exclaimed, “Oh my god!” She pulled the comforter over her head. “You can’t see me like this! I’m a disaster in the morning. My hair is a rat’s nest, and I need to wash my face.”
“I’ve already woken up next to you, remember? Your cat puked on your pillow. Relax,” I said, crossing my arms behind my head and flexing my muscles, hoping to entice her for round two. I was still completely naked. Ivy’s eyes invariably shifted across my chest and down to my hard cock.
“You should put that away,” she grumbled. “You might put someone’s eye out with that thing.”
“There weren’t any complaints yesterday,” I told her.
“I shouldn’t have,” she groaned. “What if people find out?”
I shrugged. The comforter had slipped down, exposing one of her large, round tits, the nipple pink against her skin. My dick jumped. “It’s not like we can unfuck,” I told her. I took a condom out of the drawer and waved it at her. “You have the sexiest man in Manhattan at your disposal. I’m tall, dark, handsome, and blue-eyed. I’m your walking, fucking fantasy.”
Ivy swallowed; her eyes were a bit glassy. “I should make better choices.”
She shrugged off the comforter, but instead of leaving, she reached over to stroke my throbbing cock. I hissed as her hand ran up the length and she rubbed her thumb over the tip. Then she straddled me, rubbing her slick, wet pussy over my cock. I cursed, tipping my head back as Ivy ran her hands up my chest. Her wet pussy ground against my cock. I grabbed her ass, my fingers digging into her.
“I want to hear you scream my name this time when you come,” I told her.
“Mmh, I think you’re going to be screaming mine instead.” She made a satisfied noise as she took the condom packet, opened it, and rolled the sheath onto my cock.
She gasped as she guided my cock inside her. Moaning, she slowly rocked up and down the length, watching as I shuddered from what she was doing to me.
Her pace was slow, and I let her have control for now, but I knew I would need more. Cupping her tits, I teased them, playing with her nipples as she rode me. She flicked her hips, and I grabbed them, thrusting into her tight pussy, picking her up, slamming her down onto my cock, letting her feel every hard inch of me. I reached down to tease her clit, rubbing her as she bounced on my cock, taking every bit of pleasure from me.
I growled, feeling her knees tighten against my thighs. She was close. Her pussy rippled as she came, and my body shuddered as the orgasm tore through me. Ivy’s head draped back, and she screamed. I kissed her hard as she fell forward, her tits heaving. I pulled her closer, still buried inside her.
“This is not going to be a onetime thing. I need to fuck you like this every day.”
“I should protest,” she slurred, “and I will in just a second.”
“Sex with you is perfect,” I murmured into her ear. “More than worth suffering through all this wedding planning.”
“It will be over in a few months,” she told me, kissing me on the nose.
I wrapped my arms around her, not wanting to let her go. It felt right to have her in my bed, in my home, in my life.
“I have to go feed Fergus,” she said finally, pushing up off of my chest.
“Oh no! We don’t want him to starve!”
“Yes, heaven forbid he shrinks down to a normal weight,” Ivy said tartly, disentangling herself from me and swinging her feet over the bed.
