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I flushed pink as he removed the brassiere, and didn’t bother pulling off the panties—he just ripped them the same way he had the ones last night—leaving me in the garter belt, stockings, and my veil.

Chapter Twenty

Ivy

I squealed as Tomas lifted me in his arms, moving so fast I could barely think, much less react. My breasts jiggled, and my heart leaped in my chest. My insides tightened in anticipation.

When he laid me down on the raised garden bed, in the dirt, I didn’t protest. I liked the feeling of the soft dirt beneath me, holding me, cradling me, as he knelt next to the garden bed. The hard edge of wood pressed against my buttocks but it didn’t bother me as he draped my legs over his shoulders and pressed his mouth to my pussy.

With my hands free, for once, I could reach down and slide my fingers through his hair as he began to feast.

His hands rubbed over my hips, over the garter belt, and then slid up the front of my body to cover my breasts. I moaned, squirming against his mouth, as his fingers curved over the soft mounds, his palms hot against my hard nipples, while his tongue delved between my sensitive folds.

At some point, would I get used to having Daddy’s tongue in my pussy? Or would it feel this good every time?

His grip on my breasts shifted, his fingers finding my nipples, and a new tumult of sensations went through me as he pinched the tender buds and rolled. I writhed in the dirt, uncaring if it got in my hair or how it ground against my back as my heels dug into his shoulders. Crying out, I stared up at the high ceiling, where the glass met the building. My vision was edged with the greenery of the plants around us, and it almost felt as though we were outside.

Either way, we were surrounded by nature and beauty, while he worshiped between my thighs. Like a pagan rite of sexual pleasure… all while the taste of his cum lingered on my tongue. I whimpered. Squirmed. Moaned. Arched, thrusting my breasts against his hands and fingers, crying out when he pinched them harder and twisted, sending jolts of pain through the rising pleasure.

It only made what he was doing with his tongue feel even better.

“Oh Daddy…” I gasped as he suckled my clit between his lips, pulling on the little nubbin and tightening all my insides. My toes curled at the relentless, rhythmic sensation of his mouth sucking, my hips lifting upward, and I cried out as my climax slammed into me.

I barely had time to enjoy the first few waves before his mouth lifted and his cock was suddenly thrusting into my soaking wet pussy. I cried out as the sensitive channel was forced open by his thick cock, the length shoving through my spasming muscles. It hurt but it felt so good too, and the interruption of the stimulation of my clit left me on a painful edge of ecstasy where my climax was at its peak and yet unable to finish.

I cried out as he loomed over me, my hands sliding from his hair down to his shoulders. He bent me in half in the dirt, the backs of my legs against his chest as he impaled me on his dick. His groin bumped against my clit, sending another wave of pleasure through me, and then he was pulling out and thrusting in again.

All I could do was hold on to his neck as he began fucking me, hard and fast, ruthlessly rubbing his body against my overstimulated pussy, dragging my orgasm on and on and on as I sobbed from the sheer exuberance of sensations.

Tomas

My little flower was perfection around my cock.

I didn’t know if waiting made things better, or if it was her eagerness, or a combination of both, but nothing had ever felt as good as Ivy’s cunt gripping my dick while she writhed in the garden bed. There was something so perfect about consummating here, in this room that she was clearly so drawn to, fucking her in the dirt while she wore the remnants of her bridal attire.

As she cried out again, I moved to cover her mouth with my own, drinking in her cries. I leaned into her, rubbing myself against her pussy lips and swollen clit, enjoying the way her nails dug into my shoulders and her muscles spasmed around my cock.

Her nails raked down my chest, leaving hot furrows on my skin in their wake. I liked the sting of it.

Lifting my head, I kept fucking her harder, faster.

“Daddy, nooooooo, I can’t…. I can’t…” Ivy’s head thrashed back and forth in the soft dirt, tears glistening in her eyes as she stared up at me.

“Yes you can. Come for me, little flower. One more time. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

She let out another little sob, shaking her head, but it was too late. Her pussy clamped down around my cock as I buried it inside her, and she arched, crying out as I ground myself against her body, trapping her clit between us. I thought she might have passed out as I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my cum, but just as I was finishing, her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened again to look up at me.

She whimpered, shuddering again as the last spurts of my cum were emptied into her grasping pussy.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

Ivy

I was mostly insensible when Tomas carried me through the house, still mostly naked, dirt smeared across my back, his cum dripping from my pussy, to an unfamiliar and unmistakably masculine room. It had to be his. I didn’t get to see much of it because he carried me through to the bathroom.

It was while he was giving me a bath, refusing to let me wash myself, that I began to wonder how much of what he did was for safety’s sake and how much was because he seemed to genuinely want to take care of me. To enjoy it even.

He washed me from head to toe, gently, using a cloth for most of me, though he did soap up a finger and push it into my pussy. I moaned, turning my head into his shoulder as his finger moved inside me, gentle against my overly sensitive nerves, but still nearly too much stimulation.