Page 47 of Poison Ivy
I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing to dip my tongue into her navel. When I reach her pussy, I spread her legs wider and dive in, licking a long line up over her heat. She gasps, her hips bucking against my face. I focus my attention on her clit, alternating between quick flicks and broad strokes as I slide two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, grinding against my mouth. I twist my fingers, searching for that spot inside her that will make her scream my name. When I find it, her back arches off the bed.
I bring her closer and closer to the edge. Just when I feel her start to tighten around my fingers, I pull back. She whimpers at the loss.
“Not yet,” I murmur, kissing my way back up her body. “I want you to come all over my dick, Ivy, not my fingers.”
“Why can’t I do both?” she purrs.
I chuckle. “Maybe next time.”
I roll off her towards the middle of the double bed and remove my clothes with a flash of magick. Shesurprises me by climbing onto me, straddling me. She grabs my cock in her hand and teases her clit with the head. I groan as she is soaking, and I want to be inside her so badly, I’m aching.
“Fuck, Ivy,” I groan as she slowly sinks down onto my cock. She’s so tight and wet, it takes everything in me not to grab her and slam into her.
She braces her hands on my chest and starts to ride me, rolling her hips in a maddeningly slow rhythm. She takes me deeper with each stroke.
“You feel so good,” she moans, her head falling back in pleasure.
“That’s it, Ivy,” I murmur. “Take what you need.”
She whimpers and picks up the pace, bouncing on my lap as she takes my cock like it was made for her.
“God, Ivy, You’re dripping all over my dick,” I rasp as I stare at where I’m buried deep inside her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“You like, baby?” she purrs. “You like my pussy soaking your cock?”
“Fuck, yes,” I groan.
I grip her wrists, holding her arms out to the sides as she slams down on me, taking me balls deep each time. She is drenching me, and it feels too fucking good. I don’t want her to stop. I release her wrists, and she places her hands on my chest again as she grinds over me, speeding up for her own pleasure. Her breath comes in soft pants, and I place my hands over her and fire my magick into her.
She squeals as the heat races through her hand, and I grunt as it burns me. “What are you doing?”
“You’re marking me, Ivy. I’m yours.”
I ease up the pressure on her hand, and she pulls it away from me, staring at the scorched handprint over my heart.
“Yours,” I rasp, staring into her wide eyes.
“Tate,” she moans, looking at her hand.
I grip it. “I didn’t hurt you.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “But you…”
I drop my hand to her pussy and circle her clit with my thumb, needing to feel her coming all over me. “Come for me, Ivy. I need to feel you. I want to know how good I make you feel.”
“Fuck, Tate,” she moans and speeds up again, flinging her head back as she rides me. I place my other hand on the small of her back and wait. As soon as I feel her pussy clenching around me, I sear my name into her lower back, giving her everything I have.
She screams out in pleasure and more than a bit of pain, her orgasm crashing down, saturating my cock with her juices. “Fuck, Tate!”
“Ivy,” I groan and slam my hands to her hips, leveraging my feet on the bed so I can lift us up and slam into her. Thrusting hard, fast, deep. “Fuck, Ivy.”
I shoot my load into her, unable to hold back any longer. It fires out of my cock in a stream that won’t quit. It’s safe to say, I have never had an orgasm quite like this one. I see fireworks. But I know it’s becauseI’m with Ivy. We are connected now on levels that are impossible to comprehend. She has my soul.
“Tate,” she murmurs. “What did you do to me?”
“I gave you my power, princess. I told you I will protect you, and I meant it. I have given you everything I possess. My name is etched into your body, carved out with ancient magick. You are mine as I am yours, but now you are more powerful than you could ever have imagined.”
