Page 77 of Ivory Obsession

“You asked for it,” I murmured into her ear, mustering all the self-control I had left not to simply plunge into her. “Pull your panties to the side.”

Her movements were slow, tantalizing, a slight tremble in her hands as she fixed her gaze on mine. The anticipation was palpable, a delicious tension that had my heart pounding in my chest. Her fingers hooked around the thin fabric of her underwear, pulling it aside to expose her to me. A soft gasp left her lips as I ran a finger along her slick folds.

“You’re already so wet,” I murmured approvingly, my voice dropping an octave at the sensation of her wetness against my skin. She shivered at my words, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “I love how wet you get when you think about me.”

“Dante,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as I slipped two fingers inside her. “I want you.”

“I know.” I drew my fingers out slowly, making her whimper with need. “And I’m going to fuck you. But first, you’re going to beg for it. Tell me how much you liked it when I made you come in public.”

Her eyelashes fluttered open to meet my gaze, a look of defiance flashing within them. “I’m not going to beg you, Dante.” Her voice wavered, the tremble in it telling me I was close to breaking her.

I smiled at her challenge, one that excited me as much as it intrigued me. “Really?” I said thoughtfully, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked slightly and she bit her lip, restraining a moan. She was playing a dangerous game, testing my patience.

I smiled at her challenge, one that excited me as much as it intrigued me. “Really?” I said thoughtfully, brushing my thumb over her swollen clit. Her hips bucked slightly and she bit her lip, restraining a moan. She was playing a dangerous game, testing my patience.

“Then maybe I should leave you here,” I suggested, withdrawing my fingers from her. Her back straightened against the counter, clearly taken aback by my words. The surprise in her eyes was priceless.

“Wait…” she panted out, her eyes pleading with me not to follow through on my threat. “No...Dante don’t…”

“And why is that?” I asked teasingly, the pulsing erection straining against the fabric of my boxers.

“Because I need you to fuck me. Because I loved it,” she said.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my fingers absentmindedly sliding through her hair, causing her to shudder.

I spread her legs apart with my own, then reached down and guided myself to her entrance. She was so wet and desperate for me, and it felt so damn good. My resolve crumbled at the first touch of her heated core against my cock, the explosion of sensation taking me by surprise.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

She nodded rapidly, her breaths shallow and quick. “Yes,” she managed to pant, her hands clutching at the edges of the counter. “God, yes.”

My thumb, wet with her arousal, teased her clit as I slowly pushed into her. She hissed through gritted teeth, trying in vain to suppress the mewls and whimpers that spilled from her lips. Her walls clenched around me so deliciously tight I had to fight the overwhelming urge to bury myself in her at once.

“Relax,” I whispered soothingly, my voice a low growl that vibrated through her. “Let your body adjust. You’re doing so good for me.”

She let out a low moan at my words, her nails biting into my forearms. But I didn’t mind the sting. It was a reminder of the pleasure I was giving her - and a promise of what was yet to come.

Her body gradually relaxed around me, adjusting to my size. As her tension eased, I started moving in earnest, each thrust making her gasp and whimper with pleasure. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, mingling with Jade’s soft cries.

“We should make this a tradition,” I said. “Whenever I come over to your place with flowers, you should get on the counter, pull your panties aside and wait for me to fuck you.”

Her eyes shot wide open, incredulous amusement gleaming within them. “Every time?” she echoed between ragged breaths, her fingers clawing at my skin as I continued my slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Every time,” I said. “Unless of course, you’d rather do it closer to the door so that we wouldn’t waste time getting to the counter.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips, almost drowned out by a moan as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. “On the—ah!—counter is...fine…”

“Good,” I drawled, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I angled my hips to dig deeper into her, making her cry out. Her body bucked against mine, her hands gripping my arms hard enough to leave marks. “I’ll be edging you all day with a toy and then when I come over, you’ll be dripping and ready for me.”

“Good,” I drawled, a slow smirk playing on my lips as I angled my hips to dig deeper into her, making her cry out. Her body bucked against mine, her hands gripping my arms hard enough to leave marks. “I’ll be edging you all day with a toy and then when I come over, you’ll be dripping and ready for me.”

Her eyes widened at my words, a blush rising on her cheeks. “You wouldn’t…” she breathed, her voice a ragged whisper. But I knew by the glint in her eye that she found the idea equally terrifying and exhilarating.

“Oh, I definitely would,” I told her, punctuating my words with a particularly hard thrust that had her crying out. Her guttural moan echoed off the cold tiles of the kitchen, a stark contrast to the warm flesh pressing against me. “I’m going to train you to be so desperate for me, you’ll be begging for my cock every time I walk through the door. You’ll be watching your genomes on petri dishes or whatever it is that you do all while you can’t help but think about how my cock would feel inside of you.”

The thought of that, of her so wet and wanting for me, had my control slipping.

“That’s not really how it—fuck!”