45. JJ Woodford #2
I pull my mouth away from hers and dip my lips to her neck, teasing the skin.
“I’ve dreamt about fucking you in a dress like this,” I rasp, and she whimpers, gripping onto me tighter.
“I’ve wanted to bend you over your kitchen counter and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.
While this dress is hoisted up around your hips and your panties are at your ankles. ”
“Yes,” she whines.
I press her further into the wall with my weight and drop a hand to slide between her legs and over her thong. I groan when I find her wet, soaked through the material. “Mmm,” I hum into her skin. “My filthy, filthy girl.”
When I sink my finger inside her, she cries out, and I love that we don’t have to be quiet. I want to listen to every moan, whimper, and scream that I draw from her.
Slowly, I pump, and her wetness drips down my fingers. “JJ—” Her head falls back slowly. “Yes.”
I tease her clit with my thumb as I continue to push my fingers inside, feeling her walls clench around me. “You feel so good, princess,” I whisper against her lips. “But I bet you’d feel so much better bouncing up and down on my cock.”
A cry escapes her throat. “Fuck me,” she begs. “Please. I want you to fuck me.”
My eyes flare at her pretty little voice. I take my fingers out of her pussy, removing her underwear and pulling down my shorts, fisting my stupidly hard cock. I line it up against her soaked core and press her into the wall again. She slides down onto me as I guide her slowly.
“Ohhh fuck,” she cries out as I push halfway in and we both groan. “Fuck. Oh fuck.”
I kiss her jaw tenderly. “Relax, princess. Relax for me.”
Her muscles loosen as I begin to thrust, but I don’t push myself all the way in, not yet.
“That’s it,” I whisper as she slides down on my cock without resistance. “Hold on.”
She does and I fuck her. She cries out and whimpers at the same time. The sounds floating around my head are like pure ecstasy. “Oh god.” She bites her lip. “That feels so good.”
I move my hands under her thighs, pinning them to the wall so I can fuck her deeper. Ivy cries out at the new sensations, and her entire body shakes around me as I pound her, but not too hard that the wall hurts her back.
“Come on,” I grunt in her ear. “Come all over my cock. I want you to come for me. Show me how much you fucking want it.”
She screws her eyes shut before her walls tighten again. I know she’s close because I recognise her breathing rhythm that always changes when she’s about to climax, and I want to watch every second of it.
I drop my thumb back to her clit and generously swirl circles over her as she shudders in my hold.
Her fingernails dig into my skin for leverage, and a minute later, she shatters around me.
I fuck her harder and claim those lips as she whimpers into my mouth, calling my name, which only turns me into a savage beast because I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.
“Ohhh, fuck. That’s it. ’Atta girl.”
Ivy spurs nonsense from her mouth as she rides out her climax as I pound into her, until she’s spent and panting.
I rip her from the wall and take a seat on the big lounge chair in the corner, bringing Ivy with me. She straddles my hips as I sit back. I slap my thigh and smirk at her, flushed cheeks and dazed eyes. That orgasm must have sent her head spinning.
“Come take a ride,” I say deeply. “Show me what you’ve got.”
A part of me expects her to shake her head in protest, but to my surprise, she raises herself over my cock, lifting her dress before lowering herself down. We both moan at the same time. And then she rides me. She fucking rides me.
“Like this?” she asks, holding my gaze.
I fist the back of her hair. “Yes,” I grunt. “Just like that.”
My eyes don’t move from hers. I can’t physically look anywhere else. I tug down the neckline of her dress, straps falling over her shoulders. Glancing at her scar, it’s clear she doesn’t seem to care that her chest is exposed to me.
She shouldn’t care, because this woman is a form of art.
Beautiful in every sense.
Beyond words.
Beyond measure.
She’s fucking mine.
I move closer, kissing her delicate skin but resisting the urge to flip her over and fucking devour her. She throws her head back as I kiss her scar and gently move down to her hardened nipples.
The way she’s grinding down on my cock is like the most addictive drug. Her hip movements make me forget where I am, and what my name is. She’s hypnotising and I’m not even ashamed to admit it.
“Never let anyone treat you less than what you’re worth,” I whisper into her skin, keeping my hand in the back of her short hair. “Because you are worth everything in this world. And you’re fucking mine.”
Ivy gnaws on her lip as she moves quicker, squeezing the life out of my cock.
I’m so deep inside her that I’m close to shooting my load, but I hold off for the time being.
“Because you’re beautiful,” I tell her, tightening my fingers against her scalp.
Those eyes ping open to mine, full of light and safety. “Tell me. Tell me you’re beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful.” She doesn’t hesitate, and I smile, kissing her with pride.
“Yeah, you are,” I say over her lips. “And you should be told every single day.”
Her body jolts and she screams, riding out her orgasm on me. I watch her fall apart, and I come straight after because there’s no way I’m able to listen to her cry for me and not fall headfirst over the finish line.
I’m too wrapped up in her.
I’m too obsessed.
I’m too… attached.
My girl.
The climax we experience together goes on for a while, both of us having some kind of out-of-body experience.
One of a kind.
Because it’s us.
She slumps into me, my cock throbbing from its sensitivity, but I don’t want to remove myself from her yet.
I clutch the back of her head and smooth down her hair, kissing her temple. “God,” I grumble. “You’re so fucking hot when you let go.”
Her eyes peek up at me, and she laughs, slightly embarrassed, but I know it’ll go away with time. “I like being on top,” she admits with a shy smile.
“Me too.” I grin. “Let’s do it again.”