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No longer able to hold back, I thrust. Slowly at first, then picking up speed as her walls grip me like a vice. I want to wake her up, see the lust in her eyes as we fuck like the wild beasts we are, but something holds me back.
I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that I know would have her moaning with pleasure. Sure enough, she whimpers in her sleep, arching into me. Using one hand, I cup her breast, squeezing the soft mound as my other hand grips her hip tightly. My cock slams into her over and over again, bringing me to the edge of climax. Just as I’m about to explode inside her tight cunt, her pussy clamps down as she comes hard in her sleep. With a loud groan, I shoot my load inside her, streams of hot cum that coat my cock as I give short, sharp thrusts, encouraging the orgasm that won’t quit.
“Fuck,” I growl as my cock stays rock-hard and is ready to go again. I pull out of her and scoop up some of the cum from her pussy, and turn her over, parting her legs so I can reach her arsehole. After lubing her up, she wiggles her backside, and I smile. “You want my dick in your arse, filthy cunt?”
“Always,” she mumbles into the sheets.
With a grin, I lift her hips and press my fingers to the puckered hole.
She moans, but she doesn’t move. She lets me prepare her, and after a few moments, I drive my dick into her rear passage with a hiss of pure lust. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking mine.”
Ivy’s body tenses as I push into her tight arse, but she doesn’t move or make a sound. She is giving me what I want bypretending to still be asleep. She is a fucking goddess. I groan at the exquisite pressure around my cock, savouring this forbidden pleasure. Gripping her hips, I thrust, building a steady rhythm.
Her pseudo-sleeping form rocks with my movements, soft whimpers escaping her lips. Bruising her hips with my grip, I fuck her harder.
“That’s it, take my cock in your arse, like the filthy slut you are,” I growl, slamming into her.
She moans louder, and slips her hands underneath her body to play with her clit as I pound into her arse.
With a strangled cry, she climaxes, her whole body shuddering. The rippling of her muscles sends me over the edge, and I groan as I fill her arse with my cum.
“Two down, slut,” I growl, panting, and roughly pull out of her. Fisting my cock with one hand, I jerk off, wet with my own cum. I flip her over with magick and drag her closer to me. “Open that dirty mouth.”
She opens up for me, arching off the bed, her pink nipples peaked and tempting. She plays with her clit again, trembling as another orgasm thunders through her. I pump harder, tugging on my cock until I think I will yank it right off. My balls tighten, and I aim for her mouth, wanting my cum in all of her holes in a possessive claiming that I need right now.
With a guttural groan, I explode, shooting jets of hot cum across her lips and tongue. Some splashes on her cheeks and chin as she eagerly swallows what lands in her mouth.
“That’s it, take it all like a good little cumslut,” I growl, milking the last drops onto her waiting tongue.
She licks her lips, eyes heavy with lust as she gazes up at me.
I collapse beside her on the bed, pulling her against me. “Fuck, I needed that,” I mutter into her hair.
She nods, already drifting off again. I hold her close, my body still humming with satisfaction. But my mind is racing, thinkingabout what’s coming. The battle with Life looms ahead of us, and I have a feeling it’s going to make everything we’ve faced so far look like child’s play.
For now though, I push those thoughts aside and focus on the feel of Ivy in my arms.
11
IVY
I wakeup feeling sore in all the right places, a satisfied smile on my face as I stretch languidly. Bram’s arm is draped possessively over my waist, his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.
“Morning, slut,” he murmurs, nipping at my earlobe.
I turn to face him, grinning. “Morning, arsehole. I should kick your arse from here to next week.”
He smirks. “Oh? You seemed to enjoy being used like a filthy whore.”
“Mmm, I did,” I purr, running my hand down his chest. “But now we’ve got work to do.”
His expression sobers. “Right.”
I sigh, sitting up. “Yeah, that pesky little problem.”
Torin and Tate enter a moment later, both looking grim.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, instantly alert.
