Page 97 of Torn Ivy
Ivy glances at Tate and Bram, still sound asleep. “They’ll join us when they wake up. For now, it’s just you and me.”
I pull Ivy close, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses her body against mine. The kiss deepens, growing more heated by the second.
I trail kisses down her neck, relishing the soft moan she lets out. My hands slip under her shirt, caressing the warm skin of her back.
“Torin,” she breathes, arching into my touch. “I need you.”
Those words ignite a fire in me. I quickly strip off her clothes, then mine, not wanting to waste another moment. Ivy’s eyes roam over my body hungrily, and it makes my cock bounce in response.
She pulls me down on top of her, wrapping her legs around my waist. I enter her slowly, savouring the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping me. We both groan at the sensation.
I set a steady rhythm. Ivy matches me thrust for thrust, her nails scraping down my back. The pleasure builds rapidly, intensified by the emotional connection between us.
“Fuck, Ivy,” I pant. “You feel amazing.”
She responds by clenching around me, making me see stars. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder and faster. Ivy’s moans grow louder, waking the other guys, as I pound into her.
Tate stirs beside us, his eyes widening as he takes in the scene. “Starting without us?” he says with a sleepy grin, already undoing his pants.
I don’t slow my pace as I thrust into Ivy. “You snooze, you lose,” I pant.
Ivy reaches out and pulls Tate closer, kissing him deeply. Her hand snakes down to wrap around his rapidly hardening cock.
Bram groans from the other side of the bed. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he mutters and quickly loses his clothes.
“Oh, fuck,” Ivy moans. Her pussy clamps down around me rhythmically as her first orgasm washes over her.
The sight and feel of her coming undoes me. With a guttural groan, I bury myself balls deep inside her and let go, filling her with my release.
As we catch our breath, Tate and Bram move in closer, their eyes dark with lust. Ivy looks between them, like the cat that got the cream.
I reluctantly pull out of Ivy, rolling to the side to make room for the others. Tate immediately takes my place, sliding into Ivy’s wet heat with a groan of pleasure. Seeing his cock pushing through my cum makes mine jerk to attention again.
“Such a dirty girl,” I murmur, moving in next to her and tweaking her nipples.
She yelps and squirms as Bram positions himself near Ivy’s head, his cock hard and ready. She turns to take him in her mouth, moaning around his length as Tate thrusts deep inside her.
The room fills with the sounds and scents of sex. Ivy’s body writhes between Tate and Bram, lost in ecstasy.
Tate’s pace quickens. “Need you,” he grunts.
Bram tangles his fingers in Ivy’s hair, guiding her movements as she sucks him. “Come all over his cock,” he rasps.
Ivy’s muffled cries grow louder as she nears another peak. Her hand reaches out, grasping mine tightly as waves of pleasure crash over her.
Ivy’s climax triggers Tate’s release. He groans deeply, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside her. Bram follows soon after, spilling down Ivy’s throat with a strangled cry. She swallows every drop greedily, and I’m ready to go again.
We collapse in a tangle of sweaty limbs, all panting heavily. Ivy lies in the middle of us, a satisfied smile on her face.
But reality has a way of intruding. A cold breeze sweeps through the room, making us all shiver, even me.
“Did someone leave a window open?” Tate asks, frowning.
I sit up, scanning the room. “No, all the windows are closed.”
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