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Ivy felt a thrill of power as she took him in her hand, stroking him with a gentle yet firm touch.

Vice's eyes closed, his head falling back on the pillow, a low growl escaping his lips.

She leaned down and kissed him, her hand never stopping its rhythmic motion.

He tasted of danger and darkness, and she found herself craving more.

Her tongue pressed against the base of his cock, tracing a slow, agonizing path upward. His hips bucked forward slightly, a silent plea for more. Her hand cupping his balls gently, feeling them tighten as she licked him. His body was hot and hard, his moans echoing through the room.

"Put it in you're mouth," he demanded, his voice strained with need.

"Not yet," she said firmly, her eyes gleaming with a seductive challenge. He growled in frustration, his hands gripping the sheets harder.

With a mischievous smile, she leaned down and flicked her tongue against the head of his cock, smacking it against her tongue a few times.

The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of salt and desire that sent a shiver down her spine.

He watched her, his eyes filled with lust, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Then, she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking hard for a few seconds before pulling away with a pop.

His hips bucked upward, trying to follow her mouth, but she remained in control, her hand now stroking him with a firm, deliberate grip.

She climbed back up his body, straddling him again, her pussy slick and ready.

With a seductive smile, she positioned herself so that the head of his cock was pressing against her wetness. She began to rock her hips, sliding up and down his shaft with agonizing slowness. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through both, their breaths mingling as the tension grew.

Vice's eyes were glued to hers; his pupils dilated with need. He reached up to grab her breasts, kneading them roughly as she continued to tease him. "Now," he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "Now, Ivy."

Ivy leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and took his left nipple into her mouth, sucking firmly.

The sensation sent a shockwave through him, and his grip on her hips tightened.

With her free hand, she reached up with her other hand wrapping around his throat.

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the wetness of her mouth on his skin.

Whispering against his chest, she said, "Beg me," her voice a seductive taunt that sent a shiver down his spine.

Vice's eyes narrowed, and he tried to push her away, but she held firm, her grip on his throat unyielding. "Beg," she repeated, her breath hot against his skin. He struggled, but the pleasure of her touch was too much, and his body responded in ways he didn't anticipate.

With a snarl, he gave in. "Ivy, please," he rasped, the words leaving his lips with a sense of urgency that surprised them both. "I need to be inside you."

Her smile grew, and she leaned back, positioning herself over his erect cock.

"Good boy" she said, looking down at him with a smirk.

Slowly, she began to sink down, inch by agonizing inch, her walls stretching to accommodate him.

The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had them both trembling.

As she took him in fully, she threw her head back, the pleasure of feeling him inside her was overwhelming. She began to move, her hips rolling in a sensual dance that had them both groaning. Each stroke was deliberate, each movement designed to drive them closer to the edge.

Vice's hands moved to her hips, guiding her, urging her faster, harder. His grip was tight, but she didn't mind, she reveled in the feeling of his desire, his need for her. The room was filled with the sound of their flesh slapping together, the scent of arousal heavy in the air.

As she rode him, she watched the emotions play across his face, the rage and pain of his past melding with the ecstasy of the present.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted, as if he were fighting a battle within himself.

But she knew he was losing the war, succumbing to the sweet agony of their union.

Suddenly, his grip went from her hip to her neck, and he pulled her down, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Tell me before you cum," he demanded, his voice a strained whisper. She felt a thrill of power, knowing that she had him at her mercy.

Ivy leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, "As you wish.

" With that, she stopped moving up and down, focusing instead on grinding her pussy into his groin.

The friction was exquisite, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

She felt his cock pulse inside her, his hips rising to meet hers in a desperate rhythm.

Their eyes remained locked as she began to pick up the pace again, her breath coming in quick gasps.

The pressure grew, building deep within her, threatening to shatter her into a million pieces.

She could see the same need reflected in his eyes, the same desperation to reach that pinnacle of pleasure.

"Vice," she screamed, her voice shaking. "I'm... I'm going to cum."

"Then do it." he snarls. Almost on command she felt her pussy clamp down on his cock, her walls pulsing with an intensity that sent a shockwave of pleasure through her entire body.

She threw her head back and screamed out his name, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm took hold.

Her hips stilled for a moment, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Vice watched her with a mix of awe and possessiveness.

He could feel his own release building, his cock pulsing with the need to fill her with his own release.

He wrapped his hand around her throat pulling her close to his chest into a rough kiss.

He slammed into her, hard and fast. The room was filled with the sound of their cries, their bodies locked together in a desperate, primal dance.

A few more hard thrusts and she could feel him filling her with his hot seed.