She opens her mouth, leaning forward, but then she hesitates.
“It’s OK,” I say. “I won’t go deep. Yet.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine and I grip her hair even tighter. “Jesus, Ivy. Are you sure this is your first time?”
She smiles, gaining confidence.
“Open wider, Ivy. It’s not going to fit like that.”
She opens wider, waiting for me to move forward, but instead of doing it that way, I surprise her when I thrust her towards me and my dick slips inside her hot, wet mouth. Her lips seal around it automatically, her teeth scraping along my skin. I wince, but I don’t chastise her. I’ll take what I can get right now. If I scare her, she might not want to finish me off.
I ease deeper and she gags. I love the fucking gag reflex. I love when I’m fucking a girl and I stick my fingers down her throat to make her gag. Her pussy clamps down, every time.
I want to feel that with Ivy Rockwell.
I need my fingers in her pussy. I need to make her gag on my cock as I’m fingering her, just so I can feel the muscles clamp down.
“Get up,” I say, pulling on her hair as she stands. “Shhh,” I say, when she looks worried. “I love it. But I want to finger you as you suck. So come here.”
I sit down on the bed and lie back. “Turn around, Ivy. Sit on my chest and suck my cock while I stare at your pussy.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. But she climbs on, and positions herself just as I asked. Her ass is perfect. Two round globes, her pussy peeking out at me, practically dripping. Practically begging me to fuck her.
“Suck, baby. Keep going.”
She lowers her mouth to my dick again, her hot breath covering me, until her wet tongue is licking and swirling around my head.
“Deeper,” I say, scooting her down so she will be able to take me in. I grab her hair and push. She responds by opening wider, gagging a little.
I shake my head. Damn. Everything she’s doing is perfect.
My fingers can’t get inside her fast enough. I slip one in and she startles, gasping for air. But I just say, “Shhh,” and keep her head in position.
I go slower this time, easing in and out of her pussy. It’s slick enough, so I stick another finger in. This time she wriggles until my fingers fall out.
“You don’t like it?” I ask.
“I do,” she says, the air cold against my wet dick. “I just like it… slow. Can you do it slow?”
“Sure,” I say. “I’ll do anything you say, Ivy. So don’t be shy. The key to fantastic sex is talking. I like it fast. I want your head bobbing up and down my dick like you want to eat it. So if you do it my way, I’ll do it your way.”
She inhales and then resumes, her motion much faster now, just the way I like it.
I go slow. So painfully fucking slow. It drives me crazy to do it her way. It makes me so fucking hard, I just want to explode.
Easy, Nolan.
“Fuck, yes, Ivy. That’s perfect.” I can feel her smile around my cock and I take my attention back to her pussy. I let go of her hair and use my fingers to spread her open, then sit up a little so I can lick her clit.
“Oh, my God,” she says, my dick falling out of her mouth.
“What?”
“That feels so good.”
Shit, that boring boyfriend guy must not know how to lick pussy, because this is basic stuff.
Well, I have no complaints about that. She will never forget the way I eat pussy. I’m going to ruin her for life with this night.
I ease a finger in and wish I could lick her everywhere, finger her, and fuck her all at the same time.
She moans and wiggles, but she doesn’t stop again. Her mouth is so full of saliva, I can feel it dripping down onto my balls. So I pump her a little harder. Soft and slow is nice, but the hard fuck is what makes girls come.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“Mmmm,” she moans.
“Come,” I say. “Come like this and then I’ll make you come again. I’ll make you come all night if you want, but I want to taste it right now.”
Her moans get deeper and I know she’s close, so I grab her hair again and start thrusting my cock inside her mouth. She gags, pulls back. But I hold her there. Waiting for it. Waiting for her throat to constrict, to grip me tight. And when that happens, she clenches her pussy, gasping for breath, desperate to get my cock out of her mouth as she comes all over my fingers.
I lean forward and lick her juices as I blow my load into her throat.
Chapter Sixteen - Ivy
I have never. Ever. Had an orgasm like that. And if this is what sex is like, and he’s not even inside me yet, it is amazing.
But then I feel his cock tighten, and then there’s a rush of come, filling my mouth, sliding down my throat. I pull back, gagging, choking. His come drips out of my mouth. The taste of salt and something else I can’t identify—come, I say in my head.
“Turn around, Ivy. You want to be on top? Get the fuck on top. I can come again and again.”
“Condom,” I say, wiping my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says. “I’m clean. Aren’t you on birth control?”
“No,” I say. “Condom.”
“OK,” he says, pushing me off to the side as he gropes around for a towel. He wipes my face with a smile. “You like that? You came pretty hard. I felt your pussy gripping my fingers.”
That’s… a thing? “You liked that?” I look at his legs, all wet with the come I spit out.
“Liked?” he says. “Fucking loved it. You’re a blow job natural, Ivy.” And then he leans down and kisses me on the lips. “That’s what I taste like,” he says, pulling away. And then he slips his fingers inside my mouth and says, “This is what you taste like.”
I taste sweet. He tastes salty.
He kisses me on the mouth again. “I gotta go find a condom. Just relax for a second.”