3. Im Your Whore
CHAPTER 3
I'm Your Whore
ALISTAIR
I’m in control—barely—until Ivy says those words. I’m your whore.
It’s all the permission I need to release the hurricane of emotions I have funneling through me, making me feel ready to explode. The woman I love is offering me a gift and I know I have to take it or risk some kind of psychological crisis. She pushes against me again, urging me on.
I move to take off my belt, but then remember we used it as a makeshift tourniquet for Ariana. My stomach clenches. Ariana! A new wave of intense emotion floods me. I shake it off. There’s nothing I can do.
I rush to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free my eager cock. I swear it’s got a heat-seeking device for Ivy.
I’m your whore.
I can’t wait any longer. I shove myself inside her and she gasps again. I’m still pushing her down, bending her over. If the sensation is too much, she doesn’t show it. Ivy opens up, hips high as she takes me all in. The fit is so tight, almost too tight, because I haven’t warmed her up. Usually I like to take my time and make Ivy as swollen and juicy as possible before I go anywhere near her with my cock. But things are different this time. This isn’t for pleasure, this is an emergency fuck. Ivy knows what I need.
I start rocking my hips, my length sliding all the way in.
She gasps again. “Fuck, Alistair. You feel so huge. You’re stretching me so wide.”
I keep thrusting slowly, hoping she’ll get wet enough for me to pound into her the way I’m craving. I reach forward and grab a breast, tweak her nipple, then smoosh her face and shove two fingers into her mouth. She moans and nods, opening her mouth wide for me, encouraging me to go further, deeper. I add more fingers until my whole hand up to my middle knuckles are inside her warm silky mouth. Slow thrusting is getting harder as my desire mounts, but she is getting slicker, so I’ll be able to increase my pace soon. Ivy gently bites my hand, grazing the skin of my knuckles with her perfect teeth. I feel my balls contract, but I don’t want to come yet. I need to possess Ivy, to penetrate her very existence.
I reclaim my hand and start rubbing her clit. “Fuck!” she says, and her muscles contract around me.
I feel my orgasm rear up, but I push it away. Not yet. Not until I get what I need.
I work faster; rubbing her labia, skimming her clit with my flat hand while I begin thrusting in earnest. She moans. It’s a long, deep, satisfying sound that I’ll never tire of. She squeezes me and I forget where we are. I forget everything except the feel of my swollen cock in her magical pussy; I allow myself to be transported by sheer carnal pleasure. I forget where I am, who I am. Sensation overcomes me and I start pounding into her, tightly gripping her hips. Ivy moans again; it’s a more urgent sound, now, higher in pitch, and it makes me drive deeper. Her hand takes over from mine, strumming her clit to push herself over the edge. I can feel by the way her muscles are fluttering and the sounds she’s making that she’s close. I’ve never known her to come so quickly. She increases the pace of her strumming, and I take that as a cue to do the same. There is a wildness to us. We’re both panting and hissing like animals, adding to the feral feel of the forbidden moment as we both near our climaxes. So close. So intense. So delicious.
I cover Ivy’s mouth just in time to muffle her scream, using the added leverage it allows me to drive deeper into her grasping muscles. The orgasm I’ve been pushing away with gritted teeth explodes through my cock, and my whole pelvis sparks and judders as I empty myself into Ivy. She’s still coming, still clenching, and it feels like her pussy wants it all.