Ivy went to the bed and then slowly lay down on it. Her nightie rose up, sliding up her bare thighs, revealing much more than she’d normally have been comfortable with.
But tonight, she didn’t care. Everything was falling apart and all she could think of was letting this moment matter.
Letting Cullen Sharpe have his way with her, and forgetting everything else outside her tiny apartment.
Cullen walked forward until he was directly in front of her, and then suddenly knelt down, grabbing her by her legs and getting between them. She gasped, as his hands pushed her nightgown up to her waist, revealing her completely shaven, bare pussy.
“Damn, look at you,” he said softly, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at it. “You look good enough to eat for days.”
Ivy moaned softly, biting her lower lip and allowing her body to remain languid, loose and completely open to whatever he intended to do.
Her center was so wet, so ready for him in every way. She allowed him to run his hands along her calves, up her thighs, grabbing her ass cheeks. Cullen grunted as he leaned down, kissing first her right thigh and then her left.
His lips burned like hot, sultry fire.
She closed her eyes and moaned again as his kisses came more frequently, trailing up and up her thighs, coming ever closer to her shaven mound. He was licking now, licking and kissing as he made his way there.
Ivy writhed, uncontrollably, because he was tormenting her. “Please,” she begged. Her hips thrust up, and she spread herself open for him as she arched her back.
But Cullen stubbornly remained at the uppermost area of her thighs, kissing and licking so close to her wet slit, but staying just out of reach.
Cullen’s hands grabbed her hips, positioning her perfectly for his tongue to minister to her wetness.
“Please, I need to feel you,” she cried out.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said.
“I’m yours,” she agreed breathlessly.
“You’re always be mine,” he continued.
“Always. I don’t want anybody else to fuck me. Ever.”
He grunted. “Like that little shit I saw you eating hotdogs with? Lucas whatever?”
The mention of Lucas’s name sent her into a near panic. She sat up straight in the bed. “Why would you talk about him at a time like this?” Ivy said.
Cullen was still kneeling between her legs. “Lie down,” he commanded firmly.
She did as she was told, lying down again. “Don’t talk about Lucas when you and I are together like this,” she told him. “I don’t want to think about him.”
“I’ll talk about whatever I like,” Cullen replied brusquely.
Cullen forced her legs even further apart and then pushed her nightgown up even further, exposing her hips and stomach. He leaned forward and this time his hot mouth was sucking and kissing her lower belly.
Ivy cried out. Cullen pressed his lips to her stomach, torturing her so exquisitely that Ivy didn’t know if she could take another second of it.
He growled as she tried to fight him, her legs kicking, arms thrashing, belly rippling with excitement and pleasure while Cullen kissed and sucked.
She could feel the brush of his five o’clock shadow, those sexy whiskers caressing her soft skin.
“Oh God,” she moaned, practically convulsing.
“You want to feel my tongue on your clit,” he announced. “Don’t you?”
“Please. Please,” she begged. “I need you so badly.”
“Then act like it,” he replied. “And don’t ever disobey me again.”
She nodded fervently. Anything to get him to do what he was about to do. “Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
“And anything I want from you, you’ll do. You’ll let me tie you up, spank your butt until it’s red, fuck your tight pussy, fuck your asshole, put my cock in your mouth and cum down your throat.”
“All of it and more.”
“Anything I want. And if I want to ask you questions about a man, or a woman, or what you ate last week at 3 p.m. on a Tuesday, you’ll answer me. Won’t you, Ivy?”
She nodded desperately. “Yes. I will.”
“Good,” he said, and then his lips hovered over her mound. It shivered, pulsating and ready for him. He stared down at her sex, and he spoke, his breath hot against her dripping folds. “Look at you,” he said. “You’re so hot and ready, and nobody’s ever had you before. I’m the one to possess you,” he told her. “I’m the one who will show you what your body is capable of.”
“Thank you,” she said, and meant it. She wanted to cry for needing him so badly.
And then his broad shoulders were working and his head was dipping and his mouth finally made contact with her wet pussy, and his amazing tongue was doing things to her she never could’ve imagined.
Ivy cried out again and again as his lips and tongue did their work, opening her, making her wet, flicking her clit, taking her to places she never knew existed.
Everything was forgotten.
All she knew was him.
All she wanted was this, forever and ever.