Page 19 of Royally Twisted

Ivy licked the tip again, her eyes fluttering closed. Tymber wanted to order her to look at him, but he too felt the need to close his eyes and enjoy. Only the image of her, on her knees sucking him was one he didn’t want to miss. He let her suck him for a few more minutes, each second was a lesson in control. Finally, he tugged her off him, lifting her to a standing position. “The first time I come with you, I want it inside your pussy, not your mouth. Although I do reserve the right to replay this scenario again.”

“But I was enjoying myself,” Ivy pouted.

He placed her on the leather seat of her passenger side, his body moving between her thighs. “So was I, baby.” He stared down at her gorgeous body, spread out like an offering across the front seat of her vehicle. “Damn, I could look at you for days and still not have my fill of you.”

Ivy trailed her hand down her chest, tweaking both pert nipples before moving down to cover her mound. “I need you now,” she breathed out.

Wanting to give her what she wanted and what he needed, he moved back a pace, then he did what he wanted, taking her left breast into his mouth, sucking the tip before releasing it and doing the same to its twin. Ivy ground against him, his dick so fucking hard he was sure he’d come two seconds after entering her. He gave her nibbling kisses, sucking the skin between his lips, leaving his mark on her until he reached paradise at the apex of her thighs. “I love this,” he whispered, running his nose through the neatly trimmed hair at the top. He spread her lips open, closing his lips over the hardened bundle of nerves. With his thumbs holding her open, he licked her from top to bottom, making her moan. He shifted, using one hand to spread those sweet pink lips, exposing her to his gaze, to his taking. “You’re beautiful.” He slipped a finger inside, the warm wetness meeting him let him know she was on board and enjoying what he was doing. Adding a second finger, he pumped them in slowly while he licked her clit in a circular motion.

The flex and release on his fingers came seconds before she moaned his name. He pumped in and out with both fingers, making sure to let her ride out her orgasm. Once he was sure she was finished, he fished into the back pocket of his jeans, taking out his wallet, he pulled a condom out.

She stared at him, then sat up. “Let me.” Ivy took the small foil wrapper, opening it with her teeth. In what he swore was an act to kill a man, she rolled the latex over his swollen dick.

He couldn’t contain the thrust of his hips at her ministrations. “Damn, you done playing yet?” he questioned, running his finger through her folds. He used her wetness to coat his cock, hating the need for the condom.

“I was done playing a long time ago, Tymber.” Ivy placed one foot on the dash, the other on the seat of the Bronco. “Please, make love to me.”

Tymber shook his head. “You never have to beg me, unless I ask you to, Ivy.”

With her hand guiding him, he pressed forward, watching the tip of his dick disappear inside Ivy, a vision he would always remember. In shallow thrusts, he moved in and out, going slowly so he didn’t hurt her. He lifted two fingers to her mouth, his dick jerked at the sight of her sucking them like she’d done his dick just moments ago. With a little pop, he brought the now wet tips to her clit, rubbing in slow tight circles, at the same time he began moving faster. In, out, in, slow, fast and then slow again. The flex and tightening surrounding him made it harder to hold back. “I’m close. Come with me, let me feel you coming around my cock, Ivy.”

Her hips swiveled, eyes glassy, she gasped for air. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Tymber pulled almost all the way out, watching her body as he pushed back in, then repeated the motion, slamming back inside harder, rubbing her clit at the same time. The near stranglehold of her inner muscles made it almost impossible for him to hold back, yet he did. “I want to hear you. Tell me what you need, baby.”

Ivy’s mouth opened on a silent scream, moaning as he pulled back. “Dammit, fuck me harder, faster,” she gasped.

He looked down to where they were connected, then up at her. A grin tilting his lips as he lifted his fingers off her clit. With a wink, he used his left hand to hold her open, the tiny bundle of flesh exposed to the night air and him, he gave her a little tap with his right hand. The instant flutter around his girth had him moaning. Another tap, this one a bit harder and on top of her clit instead of her mound made her squeal. Close. He was so fucking close, but so was she.

Two quick slaps to her pussy made her scream his name, her pussy clamping down on him like a vice. He swore he saw heaven when his name was yelled out, her hips rolling and opening for his thrusts. With a groan, he let himself go, the tingle at the base of his spine no longer ignored as he came, calling her name.

“Motherfuck, that was amazing,” he panted. Leaning down, he kissed her, loving every unique flavor that was Ivy. “Now that we’ve taken the edge off, think you can drive to my place? It’s literally a five mile drive from here.”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure my body is my own yet.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him inside her.

Tymber felt his cock twitch, but pulled out, the condom filled with come. “Come on, I’ll make this up to you.”

Ivy sat up, their bodies almost touching. “If you plan to do better than that, I think we need to have a doctor on standby.”

He had to agree, them coming together was the best thing he’d ever experienced. However, he was ready to try again just as soon as he got her to his place. He helped her to her feet, unable to stop his hands from smoothing over her sweet little ass. “Get dressed, Ivy. I’d tell you to drive naked, but I don’t want to push our luck.” The thought of someone coming upon her while she was undressed made his inner caveman rear its head.

He picked up her shirt, shaking it off before handing it to her. She slipped her panties on, then slid the top over her head. Her jeans were next, but first he shook them out, not wanting her to get dirty with the dust and gravel that littered the ground where the jeans had been laying. While she shimmied into the black denim, he adjusted his own clothes. “Follow me,” he said once he had her sitting in the front seat behind the wheel.

Ivy lifted her hand, her finger curling toward her. “I need a kiss first.”

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