Page 35 of Torn Ivy
“That’s it,” I snarl. “Stay with me. I want you to feel every. Fucking. Thrust.”
Poison’s body jerks beneath me, her pussy clenching around my cock as she struggles for air. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, but I can smell her arousal spiking.
“Filthy little whore,” I growl. “Getting off on being fucked while you’re unconscious.”
“Ahh!” she rasps, her voice so hoarse it’s barely a whisper. “Yes,” she moans. “More.”
Fucking hell. Could she be more perfect?
I feel my orgasm building, my thrusts becoming erratic. With a roar, I bury myself deep inside her and climax like I never have before, filling her already cum-soaked cunt enough for it to gush back out.
My cock is still twitching when I pull out, I loosen the belt again, allowing Poison to gulp in desperate breaths.
I look over at Tate, who’s been stroking himself as he watches. “Your turn. I want to watch you punish her pussy.”
Tate’s eyes darken as he moves towards Poison’s trembling form on the bed. He grabs her roughly by the hair, yanking her head back. But as he looks into her eyes, I see him smile softly, and I sigh. Rough and tumble time is over.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “Shift back.”
With a smile that speaks volumes, Poison shifts back to Ivy and rewards him by slamming him back to the bed and straddling him.
“You soft arse,” I grumble. “We were having fun.”
“And now I’m having fun,” he says with a bright smile as Ivy starts to bounce up and down on him with great abandon, her blonde hair whipping around as she bounces on his cock. I can’t deny the appeal of seeing her take charge.
“Fuck, Ivy,” Tate groans, gripping her hips. “You feel so good.”
She leans down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. I roll my eyes at the tender display, but my cock twitches with renewed interest.
Bram moves closer, his hand trailing down Ivy’s spine. She shivers at his touch but doesn’t break her rhythm.
“Don’t forget about us, little one,” Bram purrs. “We’re not done with you yet.” Ivy moans into Tate’s mouth as Bram’s fingers dip between her ass cheeks. “Fuck, all that cum is slippery over your hole. Do you want me to fuck you there?” I watch with interest as he slowly works a finger into her tight hole.
“Mm,” Ivy moans, wiggling her backside for him.
Ivy gasps, her movements faltering slightly as Bram adds another finger. Tate takes advantage, gripping her hips tightly and thrusting up into her.
“Fuck,” Ivy whimpers. “More. I need more.”
Bram is happy to oblige. With a wicked smile, he positions himself behind her and shoves his cock into her arsehole slowly.
“Fuck!” Ivy cries out as Bram’s cock stretches her. Her body shakes, caught between the two men impaling her.
“That’s it, take it all,” Bram growls, gripping her hips as he pushes deeper.
“So fucking tight,” Tate grunts.
I move closer, my erection bobbing. “Lick me clean,” I purr, grabbing a fistful of Ivy’s hair and yanking her head back.
Her lips part in a silent gasp, and I shove my cock into her mouth. She gags slightly but quickly adjusts, her tongue swirling around my length.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Use that talented mouth of yours.”
Ivy moans around my cock as Bram and Tate set a brutal pace, fucking her from both ends. Her body jerks between us, entirely at our mercy.
“Fucking hell,” Bram grunts. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”
I tighten my grip on Ivy’s hair, fucking her face roughly.
