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"Like what?" she asked, her voice a breathy challenge. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. She knew she was pushing his buttons, but the thrill of it was too much to resist.

"You want to know?" he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek. He didn't wait for an answer, his grip on her hair tightening as he leaned in. "I want to bend you over this bed, soak you're pussy with my mouth until you're begging for my cock. I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you until you can't walk straight." Her eyes widened at the vivid picture he painted with his words. "Oh fuck, that's hot. The thought of his mouth on her, his tongue delving into her most intimate places,had a fresh wave of arousal flooding through her. "Do it, please," she breathed, the words leaving her before she could think better of it.

Vice grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "With pleasure," he said, and with that, he yanked her to her feet, spun her around, and pushed her face down onto the bed. He spread her legs wide. Ivy felt a thrill of fear and excitement run through her as she heard him move behind her, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he shed his pants.

His hand slammed down on her ass, sending a jolt of pain through her that only served to heighten her desire. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice low and sinful. "You love it when I'm rough with you." He didn't wait for an answer, instead, he did it again.

Ivy's cheeks burned from the sting, but she pushed back against him, silently begging for more. She felt his breath hot against her wet folds before he buried his face in her pussy from behind. His tongue swiped through her slit, lapping up her juices like a starved man finally getting a taste of water. The sensation was almost too much to handle, her body trembling with need.

Her moans grew louder as he devoured her pussy from behind, his tongue delving deep, stroking her clit with a precision that had her toes curling. He nibbled at it, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, making her legs quiver and threaten to give out. She could feel him smiling against her skin, savoring her reactions.

The pressure was building, coiling in her lower belly, tightening like a spring ready to snap. She pushed back against him, her hips moving in time with his mouth, desperatelyseeking that elusive peak. Vice's fingers joined in, pushing into her tight channel, stretching her open for his mouth's relentless assault.

Her moans grew more frantic, her breath coming in shallow pants. The room was a haze of desire and need, the only reality the feeling of his mouth on her. The pleasure grew, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. Her legs began to shake, her body tightening around his fingers.

Ivy felt the coil in her belly tighten, the heat of her orgasm rising. She was close, so close. Each stroke of his tongue was a declaration of war on her senses, a battle she was destined to lose. The pressure mounted, a storm gathering strength deep within her core.

Her hips rocked back into him, urging him to go faster, to push her over the edge. She was mindless with need, a creature of pure desire. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic noises of his mouth against her.

Vice felt her body tense and knew she was close. He reached up, his hand smacking down on her ass again, the sound echoing through the room. "Cum for me," he ordered, his voice a snarl of need.

Her response was a high-pitched whine, the sound of a woman on the precipice. He licked and sucked and bit, his tongue working her clit like a maestro conducting a symphony of pleasure. And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he plunged his fingers into her, hitting that spot deep inside that made her entire body convulse.

The orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her cries of pleasure drowning out the world. "Vice, please fuck me, I need you're cock," she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. Her legs trembled, her pussy clamping down on his digits as she climaxed, her body a writhing mess of sensation beneath him. He didn't relent, his mouth and hand moving in unison, drawing out her release like a master craftsman.

Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with her arousal. "As you wish," he said, his voice thick with lust. He lined up his cock with her dripping entrance and thrust into her.

Ivy's scream filled the room as he claimed her, filling her completely. He was so much bigger than she remembered, stretching her tight walls with a delicious pressure that made her orgasm linger. She felt him all the way to her core, his heat searing her from the inside out.

Vice's strokes were hard and fast, punctuated by the sound of their flesh slapping together. He groaned with each thrust, his fingers digging into her hips. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and possession. "So, fucking perfect."

Ivy pushed back into him, her body moving in a rhythm that was as old as time, driven by instinct and desire. She felt the head of his cock brush against her G-spot with every plunge, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. "Talk dirty to me," she urged, her voice a throaty whisper. "I want to hear how much you want to claim me."

Vice complied, his words a dark symphony of lust and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you until you're mine," he growled, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. "You're goingto scream for me, Ivy. You're going to come so hard you'll see stars." His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, making her pussy clench around him.

"You're going to beg for it," he continued, his voice a seductive purr in her ear. "You're going to beg me to fuck you harder, faster, deeper." He gave her ass a firm slap, the sting making her jolt forward and back onto his cock. "Tell me, Ivy," he demanded, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Tell me how much you want this."

"Oh god, yes," she whimpered, her voice shaky with need. "I don't want it, I need it. God, I love the way you fuck me, Vice. Like no one ever has." she screamed.

"No one can fuck you like I can, Ivy," he grunted in reply, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more forceful. His teeth clenched as he fought for control, his body straining against hers. "Remember that" he growled, his hand sliding down her back, his fingers digging into her flesh.

The room was a cacophony of passionate sounds: the slap of skin on skin, their harsh breathing, the wetness of their union. Ivy's eyes were screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her.

Without warning, Vice's hand shot up to grab a fistful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back even more. Her eyes flew open, the sudden sharp tug on her scalp sending a bolt of painful pleasure through her body. She gasped, her eyes locking onto his in the mirror in front of them. The sight of him, powerful and incontrol, his muscles rippling with each thrust, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through her.

"Look at yourself," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Look at how much you want this."

Her eyes found her reflection in the mirror, and she couldn't deny the truth in his words. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, and her mouth open in silent screams of ecstasy. The sight of him, so commanding, so powerful, filled her with a dark thrill she wasn't sure she could handle. She watched as his hand came down again, slapping her ass, the sound echoing through the room.

"Is this what you want?" he growled, his grip tightening in her hair. "To be used by me?"

"Yes," she moaned, her voice a desperate whisper. "Use me, Vice.”

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was pounding into her with renewed fervor, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock driving deep inside her. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, her body responding to his dominance with a fiery passion she didn't know she possessed.

Vice's hand reached around her, his thumb finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that had her entire body vibrating with need. She felt herself getting closer, her walls tightening around him.

"I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice shaking with the force of her impending climax. "Oh god, I'm going to come."