Page 29 of Ivory

At any other time, that would have pissed me off. Here, it turned me on.

I laughed from deep in the back of my throat. "Do I call you daddy?" I teased.

He chuckled. "Beautiful El, you can call me whatever you like. Just say it loud. And not until I say so."

"Asshole," I grumbled playfully.

"That's me." He went back to eating my pussy.

I watched him while he did it. My eyes drank in his muscular body, deliciously covered in ink. That much of it wouldn't suit some guys, but it looked perfect on him. Sexy as fuck. My own skin, in contrast, was as pale as my hair. Flawless apart from a freckle here and there. The tattoo on my back and a small one on my wrist were all I wanted.

One of his hands gripped my thigh, the other crept around to grab my ass. Between them both, he held me firmly.

I inched closer and closer. The rebellious part of me wanted to come, whether he said I could or not. I wouldn't be me if I didn't at least think it.

The rest of me wanted, needed, to do what he said, to let him take control.

"I'm close," I said. I lightly rolled my hips, seeking more and more.

He pulled his face away. "Not yet."

Without his touch I drew back from the edge. I groaned. "Please. I need to come."

He grinned and wiped water off his face with one hand. "I think I like it when you beg. I might have to get you to do it more often."

I snorted. "Don't push it, buddy."

He chuckled and pressed his face back between my legs.

I moaned."Please."

He rubbed his hand over my ass, and dipped it down between my legs. The tip of his finger grazed over my rear hole.

My knees quivered.

Encouraged, he pressed the tip of his finger inside me, while his tongue teased the entrance to my pussy.

"Mmmm," I groaned. "That feels so good."

He pressed his finger in further and thrust it in and out in rhythm with his tongue.

"Oh gods." I closed my eyes and savoured the sensations coursing through my body, making my pulse spike. "I can't not… I have to…"

"Not yet." His words were muffled but firm.

I growled, deep in the back of my throat.

He chuckled and pulled his face away long enough to say, "I can stop."

"Don't you dare." I glared at him with narrowed eyes but a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Fucking clit tease."

He wiggled his eyebrows and went on doing what he was doing so well. He drove me closer to the edge and held me there, drew me back, then drove me forward again.

"I think you've been obedient long enough," he said between licks and flicks of his thumb over my clit. "Come for me."

Almost immediately, I came, panting and moaning as warm water and hot pleasure washed down over my body. I was lost in a whirlpool, a torrent, a flood that carried me away until every nerve ending in every part of me was singing.

Just as I hit the peak of my orgasm, Jake rose, turned me around and bent me over so the palms of my hands were pressed against the tiled seat to the side of the shower.

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