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Vice's hand moved faster, his thumb continuing to work her clit, building up the pressure. Ivy's eyes rolled back in her head, her nails digging into his shoulders as she climbed closer to the edge. He felt her body tighten around his fingers, her breathing growing erratic.

"Oh fuck, Vice," she moaned, her head falling back to expose her neck to him.

The vulnerability in her voice fueled his need for her, and he took the opportunity to kiss her down her jaw, his teeth scraping against her skin.

She tasted of sweet submission, and he was eager to claim every inch of her.

He removed his hand from her panties to unbuckle his pants his erection straining against the fabric. He pulled out his cock, thick and heavy, and watched her eyes widen. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at it. "You want this cock, don't you?"

Ivy's cheeks flushed with desire as she nodded. "Yes," she breathed. "I need you inside me."

With a wicked smile, Vice thrust his fingers back into her tight pussy, curling them.

She couldn't control the loud moan that escaped her.

He ripped her shirt off with his other hand, exposing her breasts.

His thumb expertly rubbing her clit in a rhythm that had her hips bucking up to meet his hand.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the tense silence of the room.

He watched the pleasure play across her face, the way her eyes rolled back, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

The power he had over her was intoxicating, and he reveled in it.

"Please Vice, don't stop, Ivy's hands fisted the sheets.

"Cum for me, Ivy," he growled. His words combined with his growl sent her over the edge.

He felt her pussy clench around his fingers, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

He smirked, knowing he had only just begun to play with her.

He removed his fingers, her wetness glistening on his fingers, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.

"You taste delicious," he said, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. She was sliding off the bed, still trying to recover from the intense waves of pleasure that had just crashed through her. He stepped closer, his erection jutting out, the head of his cock brushing against her cheek.

Without a moment's hesitation, she reached up, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

The heat of it, the velvety softness of the skin stretched taut over his hardness, made her stomach clench with a new wave of need.

She brought the tip to her lips, teasing it with the soft wetness of her tongue, tracing the veins that stood out against the shaft.

His breath hitched, and she felt a thrill of power at his reaction, at the way his eyes locked onto hers as she took control of this moment, of this game they played.

Vice's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, but she set the pace, her mouth closing around him, taking him in inch by inch.

He was so thick, so long, that it was a challenge she met with a fierce determination to make him as lost in pleasure as she had been moments ago.

Her teeth scraped gently against him, eliciting a hiss from his clenched jaw, his hips jerking slightly.

Her tongue danced around the tip, swirling and flicking, tasting his pre-cum. The musky scent of him filled her nose, a heady aphrodisiac that had her pussy aching for more. She felt his thighs tense as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving his, the challenge clear in her gaze.

Vice groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, tugging slightly. "Fuck, you're so good at sucking my cock, Ivy," he said through gritted teeth. His voice was strained, a mix of pleasure and control. "Such a greedy little mouth."

He pulled out of her mouth, the head of his cock glistening with her saliva.

"Look at what you do to me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He was so close to the edge, but he wanted to drag this out, to make her crave him even more.

"You make me want to do such filthy, depraved things to you. "

"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, desperately seeking 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. "