But damn, I need more time. I don’t want this to end.I try to think about anything else.
Sea lions.
Where did I last leave off? Oh yeah, Larry was—
She rocks back against my length, and her nails scrape into my chest.
“Ivy!” I rasp, voice ragged, “your pussy’s too good. I’m gonna lose it. Slow down—fuck, I can’t hold on—”
“This is my ride now. Try to keep up.” She grins, breathless.
And then the vixen quickens the pace.
“Christ, woman! Fine. Take it all. Just don’t stop.”
Her hips are pure sin, rolling rhythmically, walls massaging me tightly, giving me sensation after blissful sensation. With every slick slide, my base nuzzles against her hypersensitive center,and just when I think I’ve hit my limit, she bends forward and gasps uncontrollably against my neck.
“O-oh my God!” she cries into the kiss. “Oh f-fuck. Is this—is this my G-spot? I’ve never—n-never—shit, yes, right there—”
I’ll thank the pillow later.
Something in hersnaps. Her rhythm turns frantic, desperate. Her nipples rake against my chest, and her breath is a feverish litany of my name, yes, more, over and over. She’s a single touch away from coming apart.
I’m panting, overwhelmed. Ripples of pleasure take over. “That’s it,” I groan, hands gripping her ass tighter. “Fuuuuck… yeah, baby. Take it. Take all of me.”
The pressure in my gut is building to the point of actual pain.
And then she comeshard,her body clenching, shuddering, a shocked cry spilling from her lips, surprised by the force.
I don’t last another second.
Her orgasm rips mine from me, my hips jerking, my cock pulsing, emptying into her as her pleasure overtakes me.
She collapses, limbs liquid, her cheek pressing to my ribs with a wrecked sound—skin slick, our hearts a frantic staccato against each other. My arms band around her, pulling her so close there’s no space.
We’re both sucking in air, blissfully aware of each other. Our breathing. Our bodies heaving together.
But for whatever fucking reason, my mind won’t let me savor it. Because now there’s this new truth, a goddamn grenade pin has been pulled in this bed.
Tomorrow is our last event. A final showdown to prove who’s worthy of that promotion. I still want it. That didn’t change because we burned the fucking sheets to ashes.
I press my face into her damp hair, my chest so tight it’s more heart attack than post-coital bliss.
I showed up this weekend, determined to outplay her.
Yeah. That’s not going how I planned.
She’s in my head. Under my skin. A fucking addiction I didn’t see coming and sure as hell can’t shake after tonight.
I’m hooked. And in this competition, that’s a death sentence.
What the hell do I do? The woman I just gave everything to is the woman I have to hurt to win.
Chapter Twelve
Ivy
3:16 a.m.
