Page 61 of Play the Last Card

Nope, that’s it.

I get off her, finding my sweatpants and digging for the condom I’ve kept in my wallet since our first date. When I join her back on the bed, she eyes the plastic.

“You just happen to be carrying one of those?”

“No.” I smirk, tearing at the wrapper with my teeth. “I’m carrying at least five. Don’t want to be caught needing to fuck you and be without a condom.”

She giggles, the flush covering her body.

I roll the condom on and position myself between her legs. We both watch as I drag the head of my cock through her soaking pussy. I groan at how wet she is.

“When will you need to fuck me five times though?” Ivy tries to hide her whimpers beneath the words but I still catch them. “Seems excessive.”

I slide my head from entrance to clit, soaking my cock before positioning myself. I lean in and the head of my cock notches just at her entrance. I’m throbbing, aching to get inside her.

“We both know …” I start edging inside, “… that just once …” I sink in a little further, her pussy stretching around me, clinging to me like it’s been waiting for me forever and now that I’m here, doesn’t want to let me to go, “… won’t be enough.”

I slide to the hilt, her warmth surrounding me.

Fuck. She feels better than I imagined.

God damn.

I'm so screwed.

I stay still, watching Ivy’s face as I wait for her to adjust.

She stares at me, humming at the feeling of me filling her.

“Are you going to move? What are you waiting for?” she asks after a moment and I can’t help the laugh that leaves me. She would still be asking questions in bed. I’m inside her and I’m laughing. I’m aching to move but truth is, I’m savoring the moment.

Somewhere deep in the back of my mind, the massive omission of what I do for a living flashes through my head like a brightly lit Vegas sign. But I ignore it. Glancing down at where our bodies meet, I push it aside and focus on her blue eyes, and her soft skin, and her beautiful curves.

Her thighs are splayed out on the bed underneath me, cradling me loosely. I run my hands over them, curling around them and lifting. I push her knees to her chest as I pull out of her, just so only the tip is in. I pause, smirking as she tries to lift up, trying to take me back inside.

“Scott,” she whines, lifting her hips again.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please move.Please.”

“You’re so polite when you’re so needy for me.”

I slam back into her, fingers digging into her thighs as I keep her with me. I pump, in and out of her in a hard and fast rhythm, grunting every time I feel the walls of her pussy clamp down on my cock.

Fuck, she’s tight.

I know I won’t last long so I focus on Ivy. Her tits are bouncing. She lifts a hand above her head to push against the headboard and her bottom lip is back between her teeth, trying her best to keep the delicious sounds she makes inside.

“Ivy,” I say wanting her attention. “Eyes on me.”

The navy blue meets mine and I feel my cock pulse.

I fuck her harder, slamming our hips together. I want her noises. Her whimpers. Her moans.

I want them all.

“Does it feel good, baby?” I ask, repeating the same words I used when fucking her with my tongue. She nods.