Chapter 2
“Look at you, already getting wet for us,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire, and I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me as I realized she was right, my folds were slick, betraying the fear churning in my gut.
Why was my body doing this? I bit my lip, tasting blood, trying to stifle the moan building in my throat as her breath ghosted over my c**t.
Her tongue darted out without warning, flat and hot as it licked up the length of my slit, tasting me fully, and I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily against her mouth.
The sensation was electric, raw pleasure shooting through me like fire, making my toes curl in my sneakers.
“Oh f**k, Ivy, don't,” I gasped, but it came out more like a plea for more, my mind fracturing between resistance and surrender.
