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Not waiting for her answer, Vice lifted Ivy off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist as if they had a mind of their own.

“You're in so much trouble.” He whispered into her ear.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he slammed her against the wall, the cold bricks biting into her back.

She moaned, her eyes glazed with passion, and he knew she was just as lost in the moment as he was.

He positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance.

The anticipation was unbearable, his entire body trembling with the need to claim her, to make her cum on his cock.

With a snarl, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Ivy let out a cry of pure pleasure as her head fell back against the brick wall, her eyes closed.

The cold, hard bricks scraped against her back as he pounded into her, his hips moving in a frenetic rhythm that matched the tempo of the rain.

Her nails scored his shoulders, her legs tightening around him as she tried to pull him deeper, to take all of him.

He could feel her warmth enveloping him, her wetness mingling with the rain that dripped from their bodies.

“You’ve got me in a chokehold,” he whispered into her ear, his voice a low growl that makes her pussy clamp down on his cock.

His words were hot and dirty, a stark contrast to the coldness of the night.

“I love how you take every inch of me, Ivy.” He murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe as his hips rocked into her.

Ivy moaned, her nails digging into his back as she met his every thrust. “Then show me,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the rain. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Vice complied, his hips moving faster, deeper. His breath was warm and ragged, his teeth nipping at the sensitive lobe, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core.

His words were a symphony of filth, a promise of all the depraved things he wanted to do to her.

“You’re so wet, so fucking tight,” he murmured, his voice a guttural whisper that seemed to resonate through her very soul. “The way you're perfect little cunt clamps down around my cock is amazing.” His words caused her pussy to do just that.

“Good girl,” Vice encouraged, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that was driving Ivy closer and closer to the edge.

She could feel her orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in her belly with every stroke.

Her breath came in gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she met him thrust for thrust.

With a grunt, he pulled her away from the wall and laid her down on the ground, the cold, wet earth seeping into her skin.

She gasped as the sudden change in angle made him feel even bigger, filling her completely.

He didn’t miss a beat, driving into her with the same ferocity as before, the rain beating down on them like a drumline accompanying their passion.

Her nails dug into the taut muscles of his neck, drawing blood.

The slight pain only served to spike his arousal, making him pound into her even harder.

He felt the tension building in her body, her legs trembling around his waist, her walls tightening around his cock.

With every thrust, he could feel her getting closer, her body begging for release.

“Cum for me,” he grunted, his voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you cum all over me, little mouse.”

Ivy’s eyes widened as she felt his hand wrap around her throat, his grip firm but not enough to cut off her air.

It was a gesture of dominance, a silent claim that sent a thrill through her body.

She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet him as she felt the orgasm begin to crest. Her nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of red against his skin, and she could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten as she approached the edge.

“Come on, cum for me,” he growled, his teeth bared as he stared down at her.

The rain was now a downpour, soaking them both, but the heat between their bodies was more intense than any fire.

Ivy’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a keening cry as the orgasm ripped through her.

Her body convulsed around his cock, the intensity of her climax making her toes curl and her nails dig deeper into the dirt.

Vice watched her, his own orgasm building. He could feel her pulsing around him, and it was all he could do to hold back. But he wanted more, needed more.

With a snarl, he released her throat and leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss as he began to fuck her with a wild abandon.

Rainwater streamed down their faces, mixing with the sweat and desire that coated their skin.

Her moans were muffled by his mouth, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the night.

Ivy’s hands clawed at the ground, desperate for purchase as the intensity of her climax began to fade. She felt him swell inside her, his breaths coming in harsh pants against her neck. “Ivy,” he grunted, his voice strained. “I’m going to cum.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, filling her with his hot seed.

The force of his release sent her spiraling over the edge again, her body arching off the wet earth as another orgasm tore through her.

Her nails scraping the ground and pulling up handfuls of dirt.

Vice groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into her. His grip on her body was almost painful, but she didn’t care. All she could feel was the exquisite pleasure that consumed her, the rain a cold, wet counterpoint to the heat of their bodies.

As they both came down from their peak, the rain continued to fall around them, a gentle patter against their skin. He remained buried inside her, his breathing still ragged, his chest rising and falling with each gasp.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, the loss of him making her whimper.

He stood, offering her a hand. She took it, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

Ivy grabbed her dress and slid it on. Vice came up behind Ivy picking her up and carried her bride style back into the castle.

She snuggled into Vices chest as he carried her inside.