Chapter 30
Ivy
Ford carries me to my bedroom, my legs wrapped around his torso as if my life depends on it. My sanity sure does, because I’m pretty sure I’ll lose my mind if he isn’t inside me in the next minute.
When he bumps into my door as he walks inside my bedroom, I can’t help but laugh.
“You think that’s funny?” he teases, his voice somehow much deeper than it was just a moment ago.
“A little bit.”
He grunts and buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting into my skin. My legs tighten around him, and something akin to a moan escapes the back of my throat.
“What was that?” he asks, his voice rough.
“Nothing.” I breathe out the lie.
His teeth sink into my neck again, and this time, there’s no doubt about the kind of sound I’m making. He groans and places me on my back on the same bed we shared not long ago, his body hovering above mine like a protective shield.
“Don’t play with me,” he groans against my neck. “I will stop whenever you want. But if you want me to keep going, I won’t have mercy on your body. Am I making myself clear?”
Heat pools between my legs, my most intimate parts starting to hurt from the absence of him inside me. Which makes no sense because we’ve never had sex before, but it’s like my body knows only he can give me what I need.
“Very clear,” I whisper, beyond turned on.
That’s all he needs.
He yanks my leggings and panties down in one swift move and throws them across the room before kneeling at my feet.
“What are you doing?”
He smirks up at me, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Fucking my girl.”
The first touch of his tongue between my legs undoes me, and the second manages to nearly tip me over the edge. He sighs and moans as he devours every inch of me.
Ford’s hands—such massive, strong hands I’ve ogled more than once, twice, a thousand times—grip my thighs and keep me in place.
He kisses me, sucking on my lower lips, and I haven’t felt more turned on in my entire life.
After our time in his car and his living room, I didn’t think that was even possible.
He plants a strand of short kisses on my center before his mouth travels the length of my leg, kissing along my skin.
When he stands to his full height, the bulge in his pants is so massive, I start salivating.
Hungry for more, I kneel on the foot of my bed and unzip him, then slip my hand inside his underwear.
He shuts his eyes and lets out a string of curses as I wrap my hand around his thick base, pumping it up and down. His hips jerk, and he places a hand over mine, stopping me. “I’d rather come inside you. Can I do that?”
The mere thought makes me dizzy in the best possible way, so I beg, “Please.”
With a quick movement, Ford takes off his clothes and stands fully naked in front of me for the first time.
The abs I drew on him for the calendar? They didn’t do him any justice.
He’s magnificent. There’s no other way to describe him. His body isn’t hot just because—his is a body that saves lives, and I’m in awe of him.
I’m panting as I take off my shirt, then my bra, and let him devour me with his eyes as he pumps himself up and down.
“I’m on birth control,” I tell him. “And I’ve got an unopened box of condoms in my drawer.”
I know how he feels about having kids, and it’s a decision we share. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before, but this conversation is important too.
“You bought condoms?” he says, amused and as on board to talk about this as I am.
“I got hopeful after I sucked you off in your living room.”
He barks out a laugh. “I got tested after my divorce, and everything is okay.”
“Same. So, those condoms.”
He wastes no time opening the box and putting one on, and I shamelessly watch him cover every single one of his very generous inches.
Once he’s done, he starts pumping himself faster. “Come here.”
I stand on my mattress before wrapping my legs around his hips again. He holds me easily in the air, chuckling when I press my ankles into his ass, begging him to fill me up. I genuinely think I will combust if I don’t feel him inside me right now.
His chuckle dies in his throat when he presses his tip against my entrance. I glance down between us to where our bodies aren’t connected just yet, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He holds me up with one arm and uses his other hand to brush his tip along my seam at a punishingly slow pace. When he presses the tip inside me, I nearly cry from ecstasy.
Ford pushes deeper, making me breathless. He plants a kiss on my neck for every inch that disappears between my legs, and I gasp when he reaches the deepest part of me, filling me completely.
“You’re okay,” he praises. “That’s my girl.”
The way he speaks to me makes my insides pulse around him. He curses under his breath at the unexpected contraction of my inner muscles and starts moving, slowly at first, then faster once I’ve become used to his size.
In this position, with my arms and legs wrapped around him while he’s standing up, I can do nothing but let him take me.
And that is what he does—Ford makes good on his promise and fucks me in the middle of the bedroom, using my body as he pleases, drilling himself inside me again and again and again.
I throw my head back, biting down on my lips to prevent myself from screaming into my empty house as he takes and takes. Nothing has ever felt like this.
He presses me against a wall, the sudden coldness making me shiver. But one look down to where our bodies connect and seeing his cock covered in my fluids as he fucks me fast and rough is enough to raise my temperature again.
“Baby,” he grinds out. “I’m so fucking close.”
“Come for me,” I breathe out, my release building as well. “Use me, Ford. Come inside me. That’s it.”
My words tip him over the edge, and seeing him fall apart makes my orgasm hit in a powerful wave. He thrusts inside me once more, hard and deep, and comes with a loud groan.
I cling to him, utterly spent, as we both regain our breath. We’re both sweaty and exhausted, and his cock is still inside me, but none of that matters now.
Slowly, he carries me back to my bed and lowers me onto the mattress, then carefully pulls out. Once he checks the condom isn’t broken, he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “You okay?”
“I’m in another dimension right now.”
He chuckles. “That’s a yes, then?”
“That’s a hell yes, we should do it again soon.”
“I’m up for that, but give me a moment. I haven’t come that hard in my life.”
Now it’s my turn to chuckle. He lies down next to me, and I find myself combing my fingers through his soft hair.
“I like it,” I mumble, more to myself than to him.
“What do you like?” His voice is soft.
“Your hair color. It’s not brown, but it’s not blond either. Sandy?”
“You’re asking the wrong man. I can’t tell green from olive green, remember?”
I press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Good thing I like you anyway.”
His smile is tender, more so than I’ve ever seen it before, and I don’t know what to make of it.
“I’m one lucky motherfucker, indeed.”