Page 23 of Dirty Behavior

A deep growl spilled from my lips, my cock firming. “I'll give you more.” Curling my fingertips into the seam of her panties, I peeled them down her thighs.

My tongue dragged over my lips, eager to taste her sweet bud. Running my hand over her mound, I palmed her heat. Ivy moaned, her hips rocking back and lifting her pussy into the air.

Spreading her ass with both hands, I ran the tip of my tongue from her clit to her puckered hole. Her juice coated my tongue in liquid bliss, turning my cock rigid.

“You taste so good, Ivy.” Flicking her swelling button, I lapped her in. Lick after lick, I massaged her pussy. Each breath filled my chest with intoxicating need to be deep inside her.

Digging my fingers into her hips, I pulled her to her knees. Freeing my cock, I stroked my length, teasing her entrance with the tip of my tongue.

My balls had already pulled tight, my stomach twirling and tingling, ready to feel her wrap around me.

“Mm,” Ivy groaned, squeezing her fingers tighter around the headboard, her knuckles popping to white as she pressed herself back. “I need to feel you, Dante.”

I can't lie, watching her body fold, hearing her say that she needs me. . .

It did something to me. My cock surged with life, throbbing and eager to satisfy her wish.

Lifting to my knees, I spread her ass, pressing my tip against her pussy. She was soaked, glistening in wet diamonds. I couldn't hold back anymore.

Slamming into her, I felt her body shiver. Goosebumps surged over her skin, her eyes snapped shut, a long satisfying moan expelled from her lips.

And as I made love to the one woman who had finally tore down my wall, stealing a part of me that I never gave to anyone else, I knew. . .

Ivy was more than a strong soul searching for freedom.

One day, she would be my wife.