Ivy’s POV
He kneels between my legs, drags my panties down with his teeth, slow and sinful.
And then he devours me.
Tongue slick and hot, licking up the length of me like he’s starving. He doesn’t tease. He feasts. Mouth locked to my c**t, fingers spreading me open, tongue f*****g inside me so deep I cry out.
“Oh my, f**k! Yes, there, there, right there!”
He groans like he loves the sound of me unraveling. His grip on my thighs tightens as he sucks my c**t, circles it, then licks it in slow, torturous strokes.
“You taste like heaven, baby,” he growls into me. “This p***y’s addictive.”
My hips jerk, he holds me still, adds two fingers, pumping them in rhythm with his tongue. I’m shaking. Moaning. Whimpering. Completely gone.
“I, daddy, I’m gonna come,” I sob.
“Not yet,” he snarls.
