Page 21 of Tangled Up With You

“That’s it, Ivy.” I began sliding in and out, careful not to rush and risk hurting her. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

She whimpered, her teeth clamping down on her bottom lip as her cunt began to pulse around me.

“More,” she demanded on a heavy breath.

I picked the pace up a bit, the feel of her silky clutch slowly killing me, but Christ, what a way to go.

“Connor, more. Stop holding back. I want you to fuck me.”

My lips curled back on a growl as I gave her exactly what she was asking for. I drove my cock into her so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the barn. Her cries grew louder and sharper. Ivy’s nails dug into my scalp at the back of my head as her heels dug into my ass, and the sting of both only spurred me on.

“Yes, just like that,” she gasped as her tits bounced with each brutal thrust. Reaching up, I yanked the thin strap of her dress down her shoulder, exposing that pale pink nipple. I cupped her tit and lifted it, wrapping my lips around the stiff peak and sucking hard as I continued to fuck her up against the rough wooden wall.

“Don’t stop!” she cried out, gripping my hair in her fists and holding my face to her chest. I made quick work of exposing the other one and giving it the same treatment, abusing her pretty nipples until they glowed blood red and I’d left deep purple marks all over her chest.

I would have gladly suffocated in the valley of her cleavage a very happy man, but I wanted to see her face when she came, and I could feel her getting close.

“That’s it, Ivy,” I said as I watched her throat work on all the noises she was making. “God, look at you. Look how well you’re taking me, baby. See how perfectly your cunt’s taking my dick?”

She looked down to where our bodies connected, my cock glistening with her arousal every time I pulled out before slamming back in.

My balls drew up tight against my body as tingles spread beneath my skin. I had to clamp down on the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood to keep from coming. No way was I getting off until she did. “Look at you, taking me like such a good girl.”

“Oh fuck, Connor,” she said in a high-pitched, pleading tone. “I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

“Fuck yes,” I hissed as I lost my rhythm and began slamming into her frantically. “Fuckin’ squeeze my cock. Come all over me and milk me dry.”

She tossed her head back on a broken cry as she exploded, clamping down around me as she came on a scream of my name. It was impossible to hold off when her pussy was clutching me like a hot, velvet vise. I let loose on a primal roar, pouringinto her body, spurt after agonizing spurt. I came so hard stars burst in front of my eyes. I managed to lock my knees before they could give out, staying buried deep as her cries turned into whimpers.

I’d come harder than I had in my entire life, and the only thing I could think was how fucking badly I wanted to do it again.

Chapter Twelve

Ivy

My surroundings were pitch black as I blinked my gritty eyes open. My mouth was dry and my brain was foggy as I tried to clear the lingering effects of alcohol and sleep away so I could remember where the hell I was. It came back to me as my eyes adjusted to the darkness well enough to take in my unfamiliar surroundings.

It all came back to me in a rush, crashing into me like a garbage truck filled to the brim in the middle of the hottest day of the year. I realized the heavy weight banded around my ribs was an arm, and I suddenly recalled who that arm belonged to.

After our drunken hookup in the barn, we’d come back to Connor’s room at the lodge for two more rounds before I finally passed out from sex and inebriation.

I clenched my thighs at the memory of how thoroughly he’d fucked me, feeling a sharp twinge in my core from the workout it had gotten.

I wish I could claim I was too drunk to know what the hell I’d been doing, but that wouldn’t have been true. I had been drunkenough that all my inhibitions were lowered so I was able to sayscrew itand not give a damn about the consequences. And as the night wore on and he forced one orgasm after another from my body, the more sound my mind became. However, by then I felt so damn good I’d decided to just roll with it.

A soft snore came from behind me, the feel of Connor’s breath gently brushing against the bare skin of my shoulder bringing me back to the present. We were currently tangled up in his sheets, his massive body the big spoon to my little one. He had me secured to him with that arm and was holding firmly onto my left breast in his sleep.

I tilted my head on the fluffy pillow to get a look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, the glowing white numbers showing it was a quarter after three in the morning. The sun was far from rising. I could have easily put my head back down and gone back to sleep, but there was no way that was happening. I’d had my fun, and now it was time for me to get the hell out. There was no way in hell I was giving Connor Bennett the chance to sneak out on me in the middle of the nightagain.

This time, I was going to be the one to walk out on him.

Holding my breath, I slowly and carefully lifted his arm high enough so I could slide out from under it and off the bed. Once I managed to slither myself onto the floor, I popped my head up over the mattress and looked to make sure he was still asleep. When he still hadn’t moved five seconds later I let out a relieved gust of air and pushed to standing, slowly creeping around on my tiptoes as I searched the dark room for my discarded clothing.

I remembered Connor shredding my panties earlier, then picking them up off the dirty barn floor and stuffing them in his pocket on the way out. I hadn’t been wearing a bra, so all I needed to find was my dress and heels. The good thing about our little X-rated exercise session was that I was now soberenough to drive myself home and wouldn’t have to call on an Uber during my walk of shame. Ride shares here in Hope Valley weren’t the same as in a big city. It was more likely than not the car would be driven by someone you knew.

I could imagine how humiliating it would be to get picked up from what was essentially a booty call by my sophomore Lit teacher who was driving to save cash for a beach vacation. Or the sweet receptionist at the local clinic who was helping put her grandkid through college. I was grateful as hell to dodge that particular bullet.

I used the sliver of moonlight coming through the partially opened curtain to untangle my dress and slide it back on. It was probably wrinkled to hell from lying on the floor of Connor’s room the past several hours, but all I could do was hope there wasn’t anyone lingering in the great room as I snuck out. Hooking the straps of my shoes over my fingers, I reached the door just as Connor shifted in the bed. I stopped in place, my hand on the door handle, my lips curled between my teeth as I stared over the shadowed mass in the bed, praying he didn’t wake up.

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