Dom's cock had been waiting for this moment since forever.
His hand reflexively squeezed her thighs in her seated position, shoving her gown, and grazing his finger upwards.
He pulled away from the kiss to trail his lips up her neck
She craned her neck up, to give him access as he sucked the skin on the nape of her neck.
"Fuck," she gasped, letting out a soft moan.
His lips soon trailed downwards, kissing her tits through the fabric of her dress before slipping the material down, her boobs falling free in his face.
"Fuck," she moaned.
"Just as beautiful as I remember," he groaned. His mouth latched on to one nip, rolling the other between his index and middle finger.
Ivy drew a long gasp, goosebumps coating her skin from the pleasure that ran down to her clit, her body having been touch deprived in so long.
She ran her fingeɍs through his hair, pressing his head tightly against her tits, her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath, squeezing her thighs together from the wetness in her core.
She whimpered when he suddenly pulled away.
"What's wrong?" She frowned. Her clit was throbbing so hard, she thought she'd go insane if she didn't find the relief she needed.
"I don't think we should do this Ivy," Dom shook his head, unable to meet her gaze.
"Of course," she pulled her dress back on properly covering up, "rejected me all those years ago, does the same now, I guess some people never change," she got to her feet, "anyway, please get going, I have a rose toy that does the job of half the man you'll never be."
He got to his feet sharply after her, snaking his arm under her waist and shoving her against his chest.
"I would never reject you, I just don't want us to move past our unsettled past."
She pushed him away from her, "yeah, a past that is unsettled because you used me and dumped me."
"Ivy that's not true, there was an explanation."
"So, I'm listening."
He closed his eyes tight, his lips pressed into one firm line.
"Ivy I can't tell you," adding quickly, "just yet..."
"Yet? Six years, is yet? Anyways, that's alright, my bad for trespassing," she chuckled, "but when you combine a horny girl and alcohol, anything with a cock is appeasing."
"Ivy..."
"Dom, get out."
"Ivy I had to do it to protect you, there was so much going on in the background, I loved you, I still do, I just don't want your feelings to get hurt again, I want to be with you so badly Ivy and knowing that you even want me this way, I can't tell you how crazy it makes me feel, and even more than ever I need to be able to fix the past."
"You're doing a lot of talking Mr Harding."
"Mr Harding?" He suddenly smirked, "let's not skip a few steps now."
"Great that you can make a joke out of this situation."
He held her wrist, "Ivy... I'll fix this I promise, and then you'll see why I did it all, I want you to know in that time you were gone, not once did I ever look at another woman lustfully, or have sex with-"
"Dom, that's enough, all these yapping, bro, I just wanted a quick fuck, this is why I pay them instead , less talking, no feelings attached, an eased pussy, great service."
His eyes widened, he didn't think he'd ever witness her talk so loosely.
"You're still a terrible liar," he chuckled, "I'll see you soon," he sighed, cupping her cheeks, lowering his face to plant a kiss on her forehead, "thank you..."
She stood there frozen to the ground until he was out of the room.
"First husband, fiance, now men I pay, God, I can't even keep a straight lie."
Furious, she pulled her phone out and dialed Avril, "I hate myself," she said the moment Avril picked up. "I want to be as strong as I've been in the past few years but I just can't, I see him and that shell cracks, it is so much easier said than done, I don't know how anyone does it, why can't I just-"
"Whoa, hold on, what on earth are you talking about right now? What the hell is going on?" Avril was confused, trying to process all the information at once.
"I-" Ivy was interrupted by another call coming in.
"Hold on," she sighed, "let me take this call."
"Hello?" She frowned.
"Is this Ivy?"
"Depends on who's asking?" She frowned.
"There was an accident just right now, the driver and his passenger got hit so hard, and your phone number was in the passenger's emergency contacts."
Ivy swallowed a lump in her throat, there was no way, no one had her number, not especially in a foreign country.
"Who," she asked, her voice croaking, her hands trembling in fear, "who is it?"
"His card says Dominic Harding, I'll text you the hospital, he's currently unconscious..."
She didn't even care to hear the rest of the woman's words, barefoot, she dashed out of the hotel room. The only thing ringing in her head being his name.
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The Billionaire Wants Me Back |18+|
Storie d'amoreIvy Ivrine was betrayed by her billionaire boss and now that she wants nothing to do with him, he's back six years later and wants nothing but to have her as his own.
