Ivy's POV
He reaches around, fingers circling my c**t, and that’s it, I explode, screaming his name, legs giving out, body trembling from the force of it.
But he’s not done.
He pulls out just long enough to flip me back over. I land on my back, legs sprawled, heart racing, hair a tangled mess across the couch cushions.
Alexander climbs over me like a f*****g beast, chest heaving, eyes dark and wild with something primal. He grabs my thighs, shoving them open again, his c**k glistening with my slick.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and rough, “wrecked and ruined… and we’re just getting started.”
“f**k,” I whisper, barely able to form the word.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby girl,” he growls. “You wanted to throw a tantrum in my office? Storm in here with that brat mouth and atti
