Chapter 19
Myles
Ivy knows what she's done.
She practically dared me. Spreading those legs and showing me how wet that pretty little pussy is. As if she wanted me to take it again.
My cock is straining, piercings catching on my zipper like it's been waiting for this exact moment. But as soon as I yanked the cell door open and stepped inside, she shrunk back.
Now she’s watching me like prey that already knows it’s been caught.
What? She thought I would stay behind the bars after teasing me like this?
I've been patient with her all week. I've earned this and I'm coming home to claim my prize.
Gripping her ankle, I spin her sideways, so she's spread wide in front of me again.
Ivy squeaks, ankle trembling in my hand, like she's having second thoughts. As if what she’s done is finally dawning on her.
She attempts to close her legs, but I grab her other ankle and spread her legs apart, pulling her across her bed.
“Uh-uh,” I reprimand. “Don’t try fighting me now. It’s far too late for that, little doe,” I growl, meeting those mesmerising wide eyes. But it’s not all fear in them this time. Desire wraps them in a way she can’t hide.
That gorgeous pussy is slick and fucking begging for it, but I can still feel her fighting me.
“You know what this does to me,” I say, voice thick with need. “You show me this and think I'm not going to take it?”
Ivy whimpers, eyes pleading with me.
“Say it,” I demand. “Say it's mine.”
“It's yours,” she whispers, voice trembling.
A low growl rumbles through my chest as I soak in the words. Dragging my hands up her soft thighs, I grip behind her knees and stretch her legs back further.
Seeing her spread wide like this is a victory I’ll never share. I may have had threesomes with Phoenix before, but this girl is all mine.
Leaning down, I drag my tongue through her dripping pussy, groaning as her taste floods my mouth.
Her hands fly into my hair, gripping tight as she sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her. “You taste so good, little doe.”
I flick her clit and lap up her sweet juices until she cries out, arching her back. I've been starving for her since the second I laid eyes on her, and I’ll never be full.
She's panting now, grinding against my face, and fuck I love it. Love that she wants it so bad she can't even be quiet about it.
Pushing two digits into her, I curl them against her soft walls. She’s so fucking tight, fluttering around my fingers as I work them deeper.
“Uh… yes… Myles…”
Fuuuck.
I’ve never heard such a heavenly voice. And saying my name no less. It’s enough to make me feral.
“Such a filthy little whore,” I snarl against her clit, fucking her harder with my fingers. “Give it to me. Come on my fucking face, like the needy slut you are.”
Ivy’s entire body locks up, obeying my command without her permission. Her thighs lock around my head, cunt pulsing around my fingers, mouth falling open as she cries out for me in that sweet voice.
She floods my hand as I keep working her through it. I wedge my tongue inside her alongside my fingers, desperately to devour every drop. Ravenous for the way she reacts to me. Not stopping until she's squirming, trying to push me away.
Only when I’ve had my fill do I rise, licking her taste from my fingers. Staring down at her sprawled out for me, heat pumps through my veins, a possessive throb in my cock.
Ivy pants, pussy swollen and eyes glazed like I just ruined her.
“You think we’re finished?” I murmur, palming myself through my cargo pants. “You don't get to tease me like that and then expect me to stop when you think you’re done.”
She swallows, eyes dropping to my bulge, then props herself up on her elbows. “Are you going to—"
I catch her by the throat, cutting her off. Not hard enough to choke her. Just enough to silence her.
“It’s time I claimed that little pussy properly. I'm gonna fuck you until you’re ruined for anyone else,” I promise. “Only my cock will be enough. You’ll only know me. And you wanna be mine, don’t you?”
Her chest heaves, voice wrecked. “Yes,” she whimpers, even while she continues struggling faintly against my hold.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
“You.”
My cock throbs.
“That’s right, little doe. You’re mine now.”
I let go of her throat and drag my shirt over my head. Yanking my belt from my pants and dropping them, my dick springs free.
She watches me like she's hypnotised, eyes fixed on my muscles, my tattoos, trailing down my abs to my aching cock.
It pulses when her eyes widen. As if she’s intimidated by the size, the veins… or maybe it’s the piercings? Maybe she’s never seen a Jacobs ladder before.
Gripping a handful of her silky hair, I pull her to sit up. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” I order, leaving no room for discussion.
She hesitates for a moment, still staring at my dick like it’s going to bite her. But then her eyes lift, looking straight into my soul as she parts her lips and sticks her tongue out in the most delicious way.
So eager.
My hands tighten in her locks as I see strings of saliva stretch from the roof of her mouth to her tongue. I’ve been dreaming of fucking her pretty face since I stuck my fingers down her throat.
Fisting my cock, I tease it over the saliva pooling on her tongue. She waits like a trained submissive while I relish the sensation of the surface on my crown.
When I slide into her mouth, she closes her soft lips around me and moans like she’s grateful. A groan rips through my chest, trying not to lose my mind, as her moan vibrates through my piercings.
She sucks gently each time I pull back, working my way deeper into the warmth, until I hit the back of her throat. Her eyes dart up to mine, watery and suddenly desperate for some kind of reassurance.
“Look at you, little doe,” I soothe. “Such a good girl for me.”
Her eyes flutter and fall closed, body seeming to melt in my hands.
Then she swallows, throat constricting around the head of my cock.
I have to yank her off me to stop myself from exploding.
My chest heaves, eyes wide like I just caught a glimpse of another realm.
Where the fuck did she learn that?
Ivy stares up at me, breathing heavily as drool coats her lips. But there’s a little tension in her cheeks, almost as if she wants to smirk.
That little minx.
Releasing her hair, I push her back onto the mattress. Ivy doesn’t struggle as I fold her how I want this time.
Squeezing the base of my dick, I lower myself between her thighs and line up. Coating the head of my cock with her wetness, I hold my breath to stop myself from moaning.
She's warm… so fucking warm.
“Wait—” she gasps, voice trembling.
But I’m not letting her back out because she’s scared. I know I won’t hurt her… much.
The edges of my vision go black as I push past her pulsing entrance.
“Fuuuck,” I exhale. Working my way deeper, I watch the way her pussy grips me each time I pull back an inch. “So… fucking… tight. Strangling my cock like you’ve never been touched.”
She cries out and digs her nails into my arms. So I pause, giving her a second to adjust.
She's small. I'm not.
But fuck if it doesn't make my ego roar. The way her body stretches around me.
“You can take it,” I pant, voice ragged.
She nods, even though she looks like she might cry. I don’t want to hurt her… but fuck, I’d love to see her cry.
“You gonna take it all?”
She whimpers an affirmative sound, breathless already.
Beginning to thrust, I start slow and deep. Until her mouth falls open with a moan, eyes rolling back, hips lifting to meet every stroke.
Losing myself in her heat, I pound into her as if I can leave a mark inside her that would ward off any other men. She cries my name with every breath, like a chant.
And I realise… this isn't just sex for her.
This is her choosing me.
Finally.
So I slam into her harder, making her cry louder. The sound of it all echoes off the concrete walls. Skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of every stroke, her gentle voice growing raw.
Her nails claw at me, but I don't let her catch a breath.
She begged for this. She flaunted what I've been dying for.
“You’re taking me so well, little doe,” I growl, so close to the edge. “This is what you get for teasing me. Spreading those sweet little thighs for me like I won’t take what’s mine.”
She whimpers, eyes fluttering closed. I slap my palm across her face, then grip her jaw, forcing her to look at me.
“No you don’t,” I snap, watching as her eyes widen in shock and lock with mine. “You don't get to look away. You wanted this. Now watch me while I fuck your pretty little pussy until you beg me to stop.”
Goddamn, she's so beautiful like this. Laid out and ruined, eyes begging without saying a word.
“I should’ve done this the first night I found you,” I snarl, pounding into her mind-numbingly perfect pussy. “Should’ve made you mine from the second I had you.”
Her thighs tighten around me. She's close again. I can feel her walls squeezing me.
“You like this, don’t you?” I press, leaning over her, hand curling around her throat. Not cutting off her air just yet. But enough for her to feel my claim. “You like the way I talk to you while I’m fucking you like I own you? Punishing that cunt for being a tease?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes… Myles… please.”
The sound of her angelic voice begging sends sparks shooting down my spine. “Such a good girl,” I growl, dragging my teeth along her jaw. “Do you understand now? You belong to me.”
She nods frantically, moaning as I grip her hip with my free hand and drive into her, deep and brutal.
“You’re my little toy,” I snarl. “Mine to play with. Mine to touch, to fuck. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.”
Releasing her throat, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly on the nerve.
She cries out, her whole body tightening.
“I'm gonna… Myles… ooh my god!” Her eyes roll back and a look of pure ecstasy washes over her face.
“Mmmh... Come for me, you little whore,” I demand, my voice primal, possessive. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
She breaks around me. Her mouth opening in a silent scream, pussy clamping down so hard on my dick that I see stars. I fuck her through it, watching her fall apart. Watching her surrender everything.
“Fuck. I'm gonna fill you up,” I pant.
She shakes her head, still dazed from her orgasm and growing limp in my arms.
“Yes,” I grind out, balls tightening. “You’ll take all of it, little doe. You asked for this, you don’t get to stop now.”
She moans helplessly, dazed and wrecked. “No… please,” she begs, feebly trying to push me off, her strength sapped by the two orgasms she just had.
I falter, but her hips continue gyrating.
I can’t hold it back.
Spilling inside her, I slam deeper, grinding into her as if I’m searching for another inch. And her legs wrap tighter around my waist as if she's trying to keep me there—even after her little protest.
Burying my face in her neck, I groan, sinking my teeth into her flesh.
She comes again, spurred on by my load flooding her as I grind against her clit. Her body tenses, hips riding my cock all by herself.
Her clenching walls coax every last drop of come from me.
I can’t help but feel proud of my cock-hungry little whore.
Our hot breaths mix as I lean down and take her mouth with a gentle kiss, revelling the silky flesh of her lips and swallowing her whimpers.
Her tongue swirls against mine, giving in to me mind, body and soul as she kisses me back.
I swear I could come just from the knowledge that she finally wants me too.
Sweat drips down my spine. But I stay there a little longer, kissing her passionately as we ride the aftershocks.
Breaking the kiss, I search her face. Her lips are swollen, cheeks flushed and shining wet with tears. She looks thoroughly ruined, utterly perfect. I wish I could take a picture and keep this image of her forever.
I lift a hand, brushing her hair from her face.
“You don't get to pretend after this,” I murmur gently. “You don't get to hide now. You gave yourself to me… and I'm never letting you take it back.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, blue eyes shimmering as they meet mine. “I won’t,” she whispers.
A wicked grin spreads across my face. “That’s my girl.”