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“Oh, shit, Peaches. Yeah, baby. Swallow.Again.” I grind out the last word. The head of my cock is down her throat, and her swallowing makes her throat tighten around me. “Fuuuuuck.”

Her head bobs up and down, her wet, warm mouth taking me all the way each time. Slurping sounds come from her. She has my dick well and truly wet.

“Get your arse up here. I need to taste you, baby. I need my peach juice on my tongue.” Ivy lifts her gaze to mine and shakes her head, denying me a taste.

Yeah, not happening, woman.

I try to push away the tingling sensation traveling up my spine, and sit up, gripping my girl under her arms and pulling her up my body. I shift her position and she lets out a giggle. She’s now positioned over my body, her mouth filled with my cock again, and her pussy is right in my face. Her aroused scent is filling my senses. I bury my nose in her pussy and take deep breath, savouring her scent.

“Damn, baby, sucking me off turns you on big time.” She mumbles words I can’t understand.

It’s a new cock-in-mouth language.

I slap her peachy arse, and she lets out a loud yelp, before moaning. I slap her again, and she gushes more juices out of her already soaking wet core. She’s all shining and swollen from being turned on so much from giving me a fucking epic morning blowjob. I run my tongue up her glistening slit, starting at her clit and stopping at the place my dick so desperately wants to be. I stick my tongue in and let the flavors soak into my taste buds.

“Oh, God, Beast. Yessss,” she hisses. I spear my tongue into her at a fast pace. I reach my hand around and press my thumb to her clit, while still fucking her with my tongue. She’s sucking my cock like a fucking pornstar, taking big gulps of air when I hit that perfect spot.

I feel her hand grip my balls, making me jump. I adjust my arms—how the fuck I manage it, I have no clue. Bastard big shoulders, maybe—keeping my thumb on her clit but using the other hand to toy with her arse. She moans when I add pressure but don’t enter her.

Yet!

“You like that, baby?”

“Mmmm, mmm,” comes from her cock-filled mouth. Tiny fingers press against the sensitive part between my balls and my arsehole, and I shoot off in her mouth without a second thought. My head clearly wasn’t going at the same pace as my body.

“Fuck,” I growl. I try to catch my breath and make sure my girl comes over my face. A few more circles and she splinters all over my fingers and face. I slowly bring her back down to Earth with slow movements of my fingers, drawing out every ounce of her orgasm. Our breathing is ragged, and neither of us make any attempt to move.

“Morning,” I say, kissing the inside of her juicy thigh.

“Morning, Beast.” Her head is resting on top of my leg, and I believe she is more than happy to stay there.

Chapter 19

Ivy

You know when you are loving life? You have everything you could ever want, but you also have that little voice in your head telling you the show will drop soon, or a huge bomb will go off and ruin everything. I’m sitting here in Castle Ink, having that feeling.

Things with Luke have been amazing these past few weeks. He even talked about Carter and me moving in with him. His house is bigger than mine, plus, Carter loves his garden. It has given me something to think about. I know how he feels about me—about us. But the words haven’t been spoken yet. I know I love Luke Baker, and I need to tell him. I need to pull up my big-girl knickers and just tell him.

All three boys are busy with clients, and we have two clients waiting. I’m looking over some of the designs Cleo sent over. She’s looking forward to starting with us soon. I think it will be good for her to be here with us.

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and not in the good way. I feel like someone is watching me. I glance up to the waiting clients but see they are both looking at their phones. I look out the window, and I can’t stop the scream that leaves my throat. My body trembles as he stands there looking at me, smirking. He knows what he’s doing to me; he did it for so long. My vision gets blurry as tears fill my eyes. I don’t stop them, there’s no point.

“Ivy.” I hear my name being yelled, but I can’t seem to take my eyes off the man who ruined my life; the man who took pleasure in beating and belittling me. He made me feel so small and insignificant.

“IVY!” My body shakes a little and I blink, trying to force my eyes away from Tim, who is still standing across the road. I lift my hand shakily and point to him.

“Tim,” I whisper. Our gazes are locked, and he smiles at me. He doesn’t seem scared that my brothers will go over to him.

“Where, baby?” Luke is next to me, trying to get me to look at him.

“There, in the red t-shirt.” I feel the cold air surround me as Luke leaves me and exits the studio. I see Dex and Jay hot on his heels. Someone steps close to me and I turn to see one of the clients standing next to me.

“I’ll stay here until the boys come back. Is that okay with you?” I nod and look back to where the three important men in my life are standing, confronting the man who almost ended me. They’re in a heated argument because I see Dex and Jay’s shoulders are up, showing they are angry. Luke, well, my beast is huffing and puffing in anger also. Luke steps closer to Tim, and I’m scared hell punch him. I move around the front desk and the client and run across the road. Thank God no cars are coming.

I hear Luke screaming at Tim.

“You will stay far a-fucking-way from Ivy and Carter, do you hear me? They are mine now. You fucked up, arsehole. Now leave,” Luke growls. Tim’s eyes are blazing with rage. He shifts his gaze from Luke to me as I close the distance. The boys don’t see or hear me until I am right next to Luke because they are blinded by the rage they have towards Tim.

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