~ ~ Ivy ~ ~
Holy shit...
Eyelids fluttering, drifting for no-fucking-idea-long. Boneless, wrecked, my thighs trembled with aftershocks.
Who the hell was Alexander Danes?
Not the man I thought he was, that's for damn sure.
Not easily surprised, Alex had ranked high on my shocker scale. And I sure as hells didn't know what to make of it, yet I didn't want to overthink it either.
That was definitely for another time.
Sucking in a breath, I realised something. His magic fingers.
I clenched.
Yep. Still there.
Jesus. Mary and fucking Joseph.
And we hadn't even got to the best part yet...
"What a little slut you are, Ivy," he whispered and his scent seeped through every pore infecting me.
Rich. Dark and fucking intoxicating.
His lips hovered and my lungs pushed out air and only his warm breath kissed my lips, the sensation amping up my need for more... a craving so intense it exploded through my mind.
"But now," darkly adding, "I'm gonna use this hot, wet, tight hole to sink my cock into." His blunt fingers moved inside me. "My little cockwhore." His nose ran across my lips before sucking on my lower lip, tugging the flesh with his teeth.
Oh, oh... Cockwhore. Who knew the guy could talk filth like the best of them?
"I'm gonna love ruining you," He hummed in a dark and dirty way.
My eyes rolled back, biting back a moan as he curled a finger upward. His words were a heated splash of wakening. And my eyes flared wide as they sank in.
A promise and a threat.
Alex's fingers slipped from me as he moved over me. The scraping of his jeans rubbed my tummy with delightful friction.
"Don't fucking move!" he ordered gruffly.
Nope. Not moving. The man could do whatever he wanted with me. Pose me like fucking barbie. I was all in. He'd already delivered on making me simmer and squirm, tortured and teased as then tossed in a grenade and pulled the pin.
Big-badda-boom!
And that was with his fingers. His cock? I was sure to infinity and beyond were in my future.
"You hear me?"
Oh, yeah... we're still play-acting and it was my line.
I narrowed my eyes, rallying the meanest stink-eye until it was almost laughable.
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