Page 52 of Yours To Hold
“So damn sexy, Mason.”
“Are you ready for more?” Standing, I drop my sweats and pull another condom from my bedside table. Ivy already looks thoroughly fucked.
I fist my hand around my aching cock. He really wants to get inside her.
“Oh yeah.” Ivy grabs the condom from my hand and makes a show of rolling it over my hard length.
“Fuck,” I hiss. The softest brush of her hands over me has me ready to come.
Ivy pulls me down on top of her. She’s a sticky mess as I push inside her. I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Deep breaths.I don’t want to come. I want to enjoy every minute inside her. I have no idea how long this thing between us will last, but damn it, I’m going to enjoy everything she’ll give me.
Pulling out, I push back in, setting a hard pace. Each brush of her nipple rings against my own chest ratchets up my need for her.
Ivy’s nails dig into my back, urging me on. Sweat coats my skin as I take everything she’s giving me.
Smiling, Ivy holds me to her and flips us over, sinking right back down onto my rock-hard cock. Fuck. She’s warm and wet and the way she’s moving over me? I’m about ready to lose my damn mind.
“So good, Mason. So good.”
Her hips swivel over me each time she rocks down. Her abs contract as she takes me. Light-brown hair spills over her shoulders.
Everything about how she moves is hypnotic. The way she’s taking what she wants from me is fucking hot. I’m obsessed with everything this woman does.
“Damn it, Ivy. I’m about ready to come,” I growl. I don’t want to come before her.
“Then come.”
“Not before you.”
Ivy stops, settling her hands on my stomach. Her touch is soft as she plays with the lines in my abs.
“I’m in control now, and I say you come first. I want to feel you come inside me before I come.”
The fight in her eyes tells me not to argue.
“Then get going.” I slap her ass.
“Gah!” She pulses around me.
Who knew my girl likes getting spanked so much?
Ivy starts moving again. Faster. Harder. I let everything I’m feeling for her wash over me as my balls draw up tight. My spine tingles as my orgasm slams into me.
“Fuck, Ivy!” I hold her down on top of me, thrusting my cock into her. “Oh fuck.”
Every single part of my body is aware with need as I pour my release into the condom. Ivy is right there behind me.
Her head is thrown back in pleasure as she rides through her own orgasm. I pull her down on top of me, holding her close. Our chests are heaving, trying to catch our breath after our latest round.
I drag my fingers up and down her back. Her head rests perfectly in the crook of my neck. It’s like Ivy Connors was made for me.
She fits into every part of me. It should scare me.
This is a fling.
A summer fling before Ivy moves to Seattle.
