IVY
Where were we?
I'll tell you where we were.
His mouth crashes back into my p***y like he's angry at it.
It must have personally offended him by almost coming without his permission.
"Daddy—oh f**k—"
"Did I say you could speak?"
I shake my head, biting down on my lip.
He rewards me with a long, slow lick from my entrance to my c**t. Then he sucks me, hard and long.
My hips jerk off the desk, but his right hand slams me back down, pinning me in place.
"You're going to stay still," he growls against my flesh.
"You're going to take what I give you. And you're not going to come until I say so. Understood?"
I nod frantically.
"Use your words, little Ivy."
"Yes—yes, I understand—"
"Good girl."
He devours me.
Now, I’m saying devour cause there’s simply no other word for it.
