24. Ivy Jade
Ivy Jade
Whatever came over me to jump High Jynx with my sexual tension, I needed more of that Ivy Jade. I didn’t even care that he took us to a secluded outdoor area. For once, I didn’t give a shit about my heels or if my dress got dirty; the only thing that kept me going was him.
Whipping his suspenders off turned me on way more than it should have, but I’d been throbbing for him for what felt like an eternity.
His supple lips on mine were to die for, and he knew how to kiss a woman.
How to press so deeply, and hard that the soreness itself was pleasure.
This was insane. Absolute lunacy! And the way his fingers toyed with me, circling my clit.
My god, those fingers did wonders. And the way he patiently taught me how to give him head.
The pleasure that twisted in his face before stopping was enough praise of a job well done.
But I couldn’t get him out of my system, just like I couldn't the night before when I came to the thought of him fucking me in my bed.
My leg still shook from that earth-shattering orgasm, and he had yet to be inside me.
Oh, and how I craved for him to be inside me.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
How else could I say it, other than whimpering? “Yes. Please.” Part of me was nervous because of how big he was in my mouth, but my wetness would surely swallow him up entirely.
It’d been dark outside, and yet when I looked at him, his entire face was intact.
No smeared red paint from his lips, no white paint missing on his face, even though my fingers spread all over his cheeks and jaw.
Those diamond-shaped eyes lusted after me, as I did with him. High Jynx would be my undoing.
Maybe he was who I had been searching for, but never knew where to look. And thinking about whether he was a realistic partner to fit in my family wasn’t even a thought in my mind; it couldn’t be. This fantasy belonged to me.
I lay back on my elbows as High Jynx crawled on all fours to me, greedily taking a peek as my dress hitched up past my ass, my legs spread wide for him.
“Fucking perfect. Absolutely fucking delicious,” he said with such an appetite for my body.
He was insatiable. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to get enough of him, how he both scared and delighted me.
There was something so dark to him, an unchecked desire that made me feel like I was caught like prey and fucked by a creature.
“Show me what it’s like to be yours,” I let out. My nipples were sharp with the cold. He furrowed his brow, as if I taunted him somehow. “I want you to take me anyway you like.”
He shook his head. “Careful what you wish for, Princess,” he gritted, leaning over me, pinning me to the ground. “It’s been less than a week since we met, but I feel like I’ve been dying to fuck you forever.”
“Don’t tease me.” I yanked on his lapel, twisting the fabric in my hand.
I yanked a bit too hard, and his shirt ripped open.
Buttons scattered across the ground as I pulled him towards my mouth, desperate for his lips.
I just couldn’t help kissing him like I was starved for his touch.
Because I was. He satisfied some unquenchable thirst of mine, and I became helpless for it.
He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.
“I’d never fucking tease you. Not while you’re under my touch.
” His pants slipped further past his thighs, and I could see how hard he was for me, his length thrumming with a pulse.
Moaning, I scratched my nails along his taut stomach, his chest and abs inked with black skulls and trees that covered alabaster skin.
This was wrong. This was every indecent thing I was raised not to be, and it somehow felt incredibly freeing.
Sex with a man I barely knew? Why not? If I was expected to marry a stranger, then why couldn’t I fuck one, too?
I kissed him again, writhing below the weight of his body.
People screamed in the distance, laughing in the park.
Something smelled sweet in the air, like cotton candy and flowers.
But High Jynx tasted sweeter. Like mint and honey. Almost like wine.
Lost in the sensation, I suddenly gasped.
Something ripped below me.
My dress was partially torn, my bare stomach hitched in a breath, bathing under moonlight.
“All the better to see you with,” High Jynx grinned, like he was the big bad wolf.
I didn’t even care about the dress. I eagerly reached down, pulling my panties off to the side so he could enter me.
They were soaked. Totally fucking ruined.
“Deep breaths, Princess. I’m going to fuck you slowly.
I’m going to pull you apart. Do you understand me? ”
I nodded, biting my lip.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I understand you…” I began to grin, but my mouth quickly fell open as my stomach lurched with nerves.
High Jynx flicked the tip of his hardness over my clit, stroking himself against me till I covered him in my wetness.
He was readying my pussy for his length, and I had never been more terrified and alive.
“It’s okay, baby. Breathe. You can take me. You were made for me,” he said, stopping his hand below the small of my back. My spine fluttered upward with warmth as I slowly took him in. Inch by inch, he filled me up, stretching me further than my fingers allowed.
“Shit…” I muttered. My sweet little swear made him smile. Both of us maintained prolonged eye contact, never breaking away. The delicious mix of pleasure and pain of taking him melted me in the best way. “You feel so fucking good, High Jynx,” I whispered faintly.
“You like this cock, Princess?” He pulled out slightly, then claimed me again. My wetness leaked with a pop, and I could hear it in his slow, turgid thrusts.
“I love it. I fucking love it…” I inhaled sharply and nodded, staring into his dreamy, stone-blue eyes. Our foreheads touched as he lifted my hips in the air, gripping my ass. He somehow managed to sink himself deeper inside me, hitting a new sweet spot I had never felt before.
“Tell me you want this cock forever, and I’ll fuck you as you deserve.” He trailed a finger down the side of my arm, seeing me. He stopped right at my tattoo, thumbing it softly. “Do it, my little beggar. Tell me you want this cock forever.” He buried himself deeper.
“I want this cock forever,” my moan hiccupped, my voice strained as my pussy clenched around him.
His words—his dirty, filthy words—got me off in the strangest of ways.
It felt like I was on the verge of getting in trouble, and he fucked me like I was being punished for ever taking so long to be with him.
This was me surrendering after being a brat to him.
And I lived for it, because it suddenly felt like more of an honest version of myself than who I pretended to be all along.
“That’s my girl. Take this cock and swallow it up,” he pumped his hips into me, lifting my arm, biting the spot right over my tattoo. It pinched so sweetly, and I squirmed under him.
High Jynx growled over me.
Something deep and pleasurable rooted itself within me as his shoulder tensed.
His cock flexed greedily inside me, pulsing with hot heat.
“I don’t want to fucking come, but you feel too good, and I’m losing my mind inside you right now.”
“High Jynx. Please don’t stop,” I moaned, feeling every tremor in his body.
I watched as his body flushed red, and I was so close to unraveling for him, my orgasm building right in the spot where the tip of his cock reached. It was very deep and wet, and I reached for my clit, rubbing faster as he started to fuck me harder.
I jolted forward, longing for him, pushing up against him, bucking my hips as I rode him from below. He dipped his head back in ecstasy, slapping my bare ass.
“Just like that, Ivy Jade,” he growled, teeth clenched tight.
“Say my name again,” I urged him, squeezing my breasts together as I stroked my clit at the perfect speed.
“Ivy Jade,” he barely let out, gliding in and out, our rhythms matching. He awakened every sensation of mine. Both of us were crazed for one another, quivering.
My breath grew short as my eyes started to flutter. It was too late, and my orgasm began spilling over. I needed him to know it was okay to do the same.
“Come inside me,” I said weakly, my eyes piercing shut. “Come now and fill me up, High Jynx.” It was all I could say. I couldn’t hold it in anymore as a new rush of heat spilled out of me—silky and warm. It pooled down to my ass as High Jynx grunted. He leaned over me, biting my neck.
Everything slowed down as his spasms began to quiet, and my legs quivered much less.
He filled me up so good with his cum. Full and flooding. His and mine mixed together.
He didn’t pull out as we kissed and he touched every bit of my body, our breaths panting, our hearts hammering in unison.
“You’re so beautiful, Princess,” he whispered, soft kisses against the nook of my neck. “Please don’t ever let me go.”