Ivy’s POV
I’m still panting when he pulls me off the bed, his eyes burning into me like I’m his f*****g obsession.
“Get on top,” he commands, his tone dark and rough. “You wanted to play, so now you’re gonna ride me. You’re gonna feel every inch of me while you take control, just a little. Understand?”
His hands grip my waist, guiding me until I’m straddling him, my thighs trembling slightly as I hover over his c**k. God, it’s so hard, still leaking from when he came inside me earlier. The thought of how deep he was, how rough he took me, makes me ache again.
“Don’t keep me waiting, Ivy,” he growls, voice low, demanding. “Ride me. Now.”
I sink down slowly, shivering as he stretches me wide. He’s so thick, so damn perfect. I can feel the burn of him filling me up, and I can’t stop the
