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She bit her lip harder as he slid a finger inside her, moving slowly, deliberately. Heat coiled in her belly, her breathing uneven as he worked her up with precise, teasing strokes.
Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he added another finger, stretching her.
His other hand covered her mouth as a whimper threatened to escape. “Shhh… We don’t want my father to hear, do we?”
She shook her head frantically, her body trembling as pleasure built inside her.
Christian’s breath was hot against her ear. “Good girl.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs, his touch leaving a burning trail in its wake.
He hovered over her, his lips brushing hers in a slow, sensual kiss as he aligned himself at her entrance.
Ivy’s hands clutched the sheets, her body tensing in anticipation. He groaned, his control slipping as he watched her struggle to hold in her sounds, her face flushed with need. He wanted to hear her.
With one slow thrust, he pushed inside her, stretching her inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. Her legs locked tighter around his waist, her body shuddering as she adjusted to him.
A gasp slipped past her lips, her walls clenching around him as he stilled, allowing her to adjust. He exhaled a shaky breath, his control barely holding as he felt her warmth envelop him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips trailing down her collarbone.
Christian’s forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy, ragged. He held himself still, giving her time, savoring the tight heat around him. But when she shifted beneath him, rolling her hips ever so slightly, he lost the last thread of restraint.
His grip on her thighs tightened as he pulled back, then thrust in again, harder this time. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her lips parting in a silent cry as pleasure rocked through her.
Each movement was slow, deep, dragging out every sensation, every moment. The room was filled with nothing but their heavy breathing, the soft creak of the bed, the unbearable pleasure between them.
Her body arched under him, meeting his every thrust, taking him deeper, pulling him in. His grip tightened, his pace quickening as he chased both of their releases.
Her thighs clenched around him, her body tightening, and he felt it—the way she started to unravel, the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go.
That was enough to tip him over the edge.
His body tensed as he came, his arms caging her in, his breath ragged against her ear as he shuddered through his release.
"It's okay... it's alright." Christian's voice was a low whisper against Ivy's ear. His touch was deceptively gentle, right before his powerful hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide apart, exposing her trembling, soaked core to his greedy gaze.
A wicked smirk curved his lips as he traced his fingers down her slick folds, feeling how ready she was for him. Without warning, he shoved two thick fingers into her tight hole, burying them deep. Ivy's body arched off the mattress, a strangled cry escaping her lips as her walls clenched around him.
"Let's make you more soft first," he muttered, his fingers stretching her mercilessly. "Once I stretch you good enough, you'll take my cock again, right?"
He didn’t wait for her answer. His fingers drove in and out of her at a brutal pace, curling inside her, hitting deep. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her, her walls fluttering around him, helpless against his relentless strokes.
"Ahhh—ahhh—ahhh!" she cried out, her body trembling as his fingers worked her ruthlessly.
Her body trembled beneath him, the bed creaking under the force of his movements. Christian pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his muscular frame pressing her down against the mattress, trapping her beneath him. She couldn't move—not even an inch. His other hand pumped into her soaked heat, stretching her mercilessly. The wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into her filled the air.
It was too much. Too fast. Her body arched, her walls squeezing his fingers tightly. "Ahh—!"
A sudden gush of heat spilled down his hand.
"You're dripping all over my hand," he growled, pulling his fingers out and rubbing her juices against her swollen clit.
Ivy whimpered, her thighs shaking as his fingers returned, thrusting deeper, rougher.
"Hush, Ivy," Christian murmured, he moved faster, his breath heavy with need. "Once won’t be enough. You need more."
She gasped as he suddenly flipped her onto her stomach, his strong hands yanking her hips up, positioning her on all fours. He spread her legs wider and leaned down, his hot breathghosting over her soaked folds before his tongue flicked against her clit.