Page 49 of Wild Ivy
“More,” I demand. “I need all of you.”
Clothes are shed in a frenzy as they join us on the forest floor. Bram’s hands find my breasts, kneading roughly as his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss before he releases me, his fingers trailing an icy cold path to my clit. Tate positions himself by my head, his cock brushing against my lips as Torin hauls me up to a half-sitting position.
I open my mouth eagerly, taking Tate’s cock in as deep as I can. Torin continues to thrust into me relentlessly, each movement sending sparks of pleasure coursing through my body, along with Bram’s cold touch. He pinches my clit and twists it, sending rockets of lust into every cell in my body.
Our energies mingle and merge, creating a feedback loop of power and sensation. I can feel every touch, every heartbeat, every surge of desire magnified a thousandfold. The forest around us responds, trees swaying and leaves rustling despite the lack of wind.
Bram’s lips trail down to suck and bite at my neck. His teeth scrape against my skin, and I tremble in their arms.
Torin growls, his thrusts becoming more frantic. Tate’s fingers tangle in my hair as he fucks my mouth with deep, powerful strokes.
I’m overwhelmed by sensation. Torin pounding into me, Tate filling my mouth, Bram’s icy fingers working my clit and his teeth at my throat. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
I can feel my climax building, a tidal wave of ecstasy waiting to crash over me.
Our energies spiral higher and higher, feeding off each other.
With a cry muffled by Tate’s cock, I come undone. My orgasm rips through me with cosmic force. My pussy clamps down on Torin’s dick with such fierceness he grunts, and his thrusts become erratic as my pussy milks him hard. With a roar, he slams into me one final time, his release flooding me with heat. The intensity of it triggers another wave of pleasure that has me shuddering beneath them.
Tate’s grip on my hair tightens as he fucks my mouth faster, but then he pulls out, panting. I know he wants to unload in my pussy, not my mouth.
Bram’s fingers are still working my oversensitive clit, sending aftershocks rippling through me. I reach for Tate as Torin moves aside, dragging him up for a fierce kiss.
“Inside me,” I demand against his lips. “Now.”
He grips my hips painfully hard, pulling me onto his cock. He sets a punishing pace, riding my pussy like this is his last day on earth.
My nails rake down his back as I arch into him. Bram’s hands roam over my body, pinching and caressing. It’s almost too much sensation, but I crave more.
“Harder,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
Tate’s thrusts become violent in their intensity. My arse is bruised and scraped from the rough ground underneath me, but it all adds to the hedonism of the moment. I welcome the pain, craving the intensity.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he growls. “You feel so good.”
Bram’s mouth finds my breast, teeth scraping over my nipple. Torin’s hands tangle in my hair, pulling my head back as he claims my mouth in a searing kiss.
Our energies swirl and merge, creating a feedback loop of power and sensation. I can feel every touch, every heartbeat magnified a thousandfold. The air around us crackles with electricity.
My climax builds again, a tidal wave of ecstasy waiting to crash over me. I cry out as Tate hits that perfect spot inside me over and over.
“Come for me,” he demands, his voice rough with desire.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, almost painfully. My entire body convulses with the severity of it. Tate follows me over, his release drenching my pussy as he growls through his climax.
Bram’s fingers find my clit again, working it mercilessly as Tate withdraws, letting Bram take his place.
“Mm,” Bram murmurs and drops his mouth to my pussy.
His tongue delves into my sensitive folds, lapping up the mixture of my juices and Torin and Tate’s cum. The icy coolness of his mouth contrasts sharply with the heat of my overworked flesh, sending new shivers of pleasure through me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair.
Torin moves behind me, lifting me slightly so I’m resting against his chest. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples as Bram continues his relentless assault on my pussy.
I’m quivering in response. Every nerve ending feels raw and exposed. Part of me wants to push them away, to curl up and process the enormity of what’s happened. But a larger part craves more and needs this physical connection to ground me after the cosmic transformation I’ve undergone.
Bram’s tongue flicks rapidly over my clit before plunging back inside me. I cry out, my hips bucking against his face. Torin’s grip on me tightens, holding me in place as Bram drives me towards another climax.
