“Thank you so much for correcting me, Sir, and not giving up on me.”
There was a long pause. She kept her bare, stinging ass up in the air for him. Her nipples were tender and stiff.
Now his fingers were sliding into her folds again, only this time they were more gentle. She gushed onto him, as the stimulation of his fingers on her pussy was such a turn on, she could hardly contain herself. “That feels so good, Sir.”
“I need to fuck you,” he told her. “I simply must have you completely.”
“I want you to, Sir.”
“Stay in that position,” he told her.
“Yes, Sir.”
She heard him unbuckling his pants and then the unmistakable sounds of his pants dropping to the floor.
“Don’t look at me,” he told her. Keep your head straight, eyes on the couch.”
She felt the head of his engorged cock on her folds, pushing from behind. His hands grabbed her hips, his fingers squeezing her soft skin as he pushed harder.
There was resistance and then she broke open for him, and felt the most exquisite sweet giving way inside her as he pushed into her.
He’s fucking me. Cullen Sharpe is actually fucking me right now.
It felt beyond amazing, even with the slight pressure, the hint of pain.
It was dirty. It was wrong. It was crazy and reckless and maybe the dumbest thing she’d ever done.
But at the same time, Ivy had never felt so wanted, so taken, so possessed in all the right ways.
His shaft pressed into her tight space, and she was dripping, as Cullen worked his way into her from behind. She felt his hips pushing up close to her backside and she tried to push herself into him.
“I’m very deep in you now,” Cullen told her. “You’re very, very wet. I’ve never felt something so damn tight, so damn good.” His thighs seemed to tremble as he pressed deeper.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I’m…I’m going to come, I think.”
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Come only when I tell you.”
He withdrew slowly and then pushed in yet again. His motion was becoming more fluid.
Ivy smiled to herself as she felt him, felt his sweetness, and he was so good…so right inside her.
She was a bundle of nerves that had been stimulated past the point of no return.
She was going to climax, and it was just a question of how long she could hold out.
Do I need to do anything else to make it good for him? She wondered. How do I know if I’m doing it right?
He seemed excited, but she wanted to be sure that he enjoyed having sex with her as much as she was enjoying it.
His cock slid into her and then slowly he would slide out, then press in once again. Each time, she seemed to get even more excited. He began pumping his hips, and now his lower belly was slapping against her buttocks as he fucked her from behind.
He took his hands off her hips and pressed them on her lower back.
He was fucking her, fucking her so good. She felt tears in her eyes again, but now they were tears of pure ecstasy as she bit her lower lip.
“I’m coming, I can’t help it…” she moaned. And then it came, a wave of passion so big that she couldn’t help but scream. She was opening her mouth and moaning so loudly, completely out of control.
Cullen seemed surprised by her passion, but she felt him respond, and then he was driving deeper inside her as she came, and he was groaning, as if he also was overcome with emotion.
She felt him crashing into her, the wetness between them so unbelievably juicy and exciting and hot. “Your pussy is so tight,” he gasped, and then she could tell he was releasing himself inside her.
He pounded into her and she cried out again and again.
When it was done, he withdrew for good and she sat up on the couch, red faced, confused, pulling up her panties and pants as Cullen also pulled on his pants.
He looked relatively frazzled; his hair was messy, his face bathed in sweat.
“Was…was that…” she wasn’t sure what to say. She was curious to know if it had been what he’d wanted.
Cullen looked confused. “I don’t know what that was,” he said, seeming baffled in a way that she found endearing, but also rather frightening.
It was so unlike him to be taken aback, even for a moment.
“Do you need anything?” he asked her. “Water, perhaps?”
She smiled. “I’m okay.”
“Good,” he said, nodding as he pulled his belt tight and then turned and walked towards the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, as walked away.
Ivy sat there, thinking about the mind-blowing sex she’d just had.
God, he’s hot. He was an animal, wasn’t he?
And I think he liked it too.
But didn’t he—didn’t he finish inside me….
She didn’t allow herself to think too deeply about how far they’d truly gone. It was confusing if you thought too much about it.
Because Ivy was fairly certain that Cullen himself—Mr. Control—hadn’t intended things to happen quite that way.