Chapter 17
17
Fuck.
I slowly pull out of her and a gush of my cum spills. What’s really fucked up is I don’t want it to spill.
Christ. “Ivy?” I carefully roll her onto her back, crouching over her, gently smoothing her hair back.
Her eyes are bright but sort of lust-drowsed, her face flushed and so sweet, I silence all the thoughts rampaging through my head just so I can kiss her perfect lips.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” I was so fucking overcome with lust that I just spent myself inside her. I could never have pulled out of that tight, juicy little heaven on earth.
Goddamn it. It didn’t even occur to me to put on a condom. I’ve never had sex without a condom in my life.
As soon as I felt her writhing little body backing up to me, her pussy so wet and ready for me, my brain took flight and left the building. Leaving my goddamn cock in charge, and he just had the night of his fucking life.
Little Ivy Laine was a virgin. I felt it when I broke through the thin barrier. My cock had never been more engorged, hot and rock-hard. “Did I hurt you?”
I would have hurt her. But I couldn’t have stopped myself if a herd of wild horses was trying to drag me away. “Why didn’t you tell me, sweetheart?”
Even as I ask her this, I think we both know it wouldn’t have slowed either one of us down.
“You didn’t hurt me,” she says softly. Her dark, light-catching hair spills over the pillow in a silky cascade. I was rough with her. Is she bruised? She’ll be sore.
I get up, pulling my boxers mostly back up since I never managed to get them all the way off, and I go into the bathroom to run some warm water.
Fuck, I’m already half-cocked again. The little goddess is giving me superpowers.
I grab a small towel and make sure it’s the right temperature before squeezing out the excess.
Going back into the bedroom, I turn on one low lamp so I can see her. She hasn’t moved. She’s laying there sort of blissed out, like an angel who just got her first taste of the devil and fucking loved it. I’ve never seen anything more stunning in my life as this girl and especially now.
The lacy lingerie she’s wearing is pulled down over her breasts, plumping them high and close. The nonexistent skirt of it is bunched up around her waist. She’s completely bare and her pussy is pink and wet with my cum.
Holy fuck.
I can’t get over how gorgeous she is. I’m also struggling to deal with how obsessed I am with this sultry vision of beauty and lusty lost innocence.
I sit on the bed between her legs. There are faint streaks of blood on her thighs, along with shiny moisture. I use the warm washcloth to carefully clean her skin, not touching her pussy yet.
She lets me do this, calm and golden-eyed, like she’s still coming down from her high.
And I can’t help myself. With my fingers, I swirl some of the cum that still spills, over her pussy, gently pushing some of it back inside her.
What are you doing, Maddox?
Claiming her. I want her.
You want her knocked up? Because it sort of seems like you’re trying to make that happen right now.
My own internal dialogue is pissing me off.
I don’t know. Maybe. Just recently I was thinking about how alone I am and always have been. Brothers don’t count. I thought maybe it wasn’t in the cards for me to feel so much I could actually bear to think about a future with someone.
Well, you might have a whole lot of future with this little minx if you don’t figure out how to control this situation.
I don’t want to control it.
She’s watching my eyes and something visceral passes between us. We’re in this together now. There’s a bond here we’re choosing to make more profound by letting this happen. By just going with how good this feels.
I paint my cum over her clit, using the silkiness of it to gently caress her. A soft moan escapes her as she barely writhes into the pleasure. My cock gets instantly rock-hard again.
When I’m satisfied, I use the warm cloth to clean some of myself from her, so I can taste her and only her. I toss the damp cloth aside, pushing her legs wider. I lean in, kissing her perfect pussy, gliding my tongue over her clit, sucking gently, then dipping my tongue inside her.
“Oh,” she gasps.
Fucking hell.
She tastes like nirvana. As sweet as honey. Like she spends her days wandering through sunny summer meadows with wildflowers blooming, while eating peaches. I don’t fucking know. All I know is that I need to feast on her.
I suck on her like she’s a ripe fruit and I’m a starving man. It’s depraved, almost, the need and greed I feel.
She squirms and moans, letting her knees fall wider.
I am so far gone. I’m whipped like nothing I’ve ever known.
I’ve been a straight-up, high-achieving, mostly-respectable workaholic my entire life. And I’ve tripled the value of my father’s and grandfather’s company, through sheer grit and hard work.
But this girl makes me want to fuck everything up. I want to mark her and claim her and fuck her with a desperation I don’t even recognize.
Ivy’s willingness only compounds my manic need. Her hands are in my hair. I play her with my tongue, easing two fingers inside her. I know she’s sore. I try to be gentle.
“Alex,” she moans.
I’m shocked by my own reaction, by how much I love that sound. Of her, calling my name, the version of it only the people closest to me use, in that dreamy exhale, like I’m a mythical creature she can’t believe. Like I’m too good to be true.
She’s starting to come, and there’s no way I can not be inside her when that happens. I climb up her body, licking and roughly sucking her rosy nipples before laying myself over her. I ease myself into her, letting the spasms of her pleasure draw me deeper, until I can’t hold back and I thrust all the way to the hilt, making her cry out.
Her snug, quivering pussy is so tight and so sweet, squeezing my cock in tight, silky pulls, until all my restraint is milked from my body, leaving me no choice. I couldn’t stop this from happening even if I tried.
I don’t try. I fully surrender to the perfect bliss of her. She feels so pure and so good, I might as well be pumping my whole soul into her along with my cum.
I kiss her as the waves begin to calm, licking into her mouth as her gasps begin to ease, smoothing her damp hair from her angel’s face. I gaze down at her with something close to rapt adoration.
I’m in real trouble here.
Because I’ve found my weakness. I already know I’ll do anything to keep her. Already, the thought of her leaving me and walking out of my life like she’s not the most magical thing in the fucking world is unbearable.
This is what I want, right here. This perfect girl. I’m addicted, besotted and obsessed.
Mine.