Page 83 of Ivory Obsession
“No more...I can’t...” she pleaded, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath us, knotted in an attempt to ground herself amidst the pleasure I was relentless in providing. It was marvelous—seeing her so undone, so beautifully wrecked, all because of me.
“But you will,” I responded without mercy, increasing the pressure of my thumb on her clit. A renewed cry of pleasure erupted from her lips, her body quaking as she edged closer to another orgasm.
But I was done holding on. I was already very close to coming myself and the sight of her, so lost in desire, the feel of her slick walls clenching around my fingers, was driving me to the brink. I needed to be inside her, needed to feel her from the inside.
With a final flick of my thumb, Jade cried out again, climax washing over her with such force it left her shaking. As the waves subsided, she collapsed on the bed, chest heaving and body drenched in sweat.
“You’re ready for me,” I said, climbing up the bed, hovering above her.
My chest heaved with anticipation as Jade, with her eyes glazed over and her body still quivering from pleasure, gave a slight nod—the only permission I needed.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed through gritted teeth, the sensation of being inside her nearly overwhelming in its intensity. From the grip she had on my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin, I could tell she was feeling the depth of me as well.
“Dante...too much,” she whimpered, writhing in both pleasure and discomfort underneath me.
I thrust into her hard as I leaned down to whisper against her ear. “It’s okay, beautiful,” I said. “You’re so wet. You’ll get used to me soon.”
The words were an assurance, an oath, a vow that I would take care of her. That I would reduce her to the same quivering mess as before but this time, with my cock buried deep inside her.
But also…there was no chance I could pace myself. Not after I had seen her come over and over again, not as I fucked her with the taste of her arousal on my lips.
She began to match my rhythm, her hips lifting with each of my thrusts. I felt a surge of triumph as she began to respond to me, to give herself over to the pleasure we were creating together.
“Shit,” she whispered, her nails scraping down my back. Her voice was strained, and yet something sparked inside me at the sight of her beneath me, soft and wanton and all mine.
“Come on, darling,” I murmured, dragging my lips down her neck. “You can take more.” My voice was rough, filled with the desperate need that was spiraling tightly within me. Her body met each thrust with a delightful shudder, her satisfying groan a clear indication of her pleasure.
I fucked her hard, so hard, so relentlessly, that I could feel the tremors rippling through her body like electricity. Her gasps and cries echoed in my ears, spurring me on to heights that seemed unfathomable.
Each time I buried myself deep within her, a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, drawing me in deeper with each thrust.
“Dante, I can’t—I can’t—fuck, oh my God,” she said.
I knotted my hands in her hair and pulled it softly, exposing the expanse of her neck to me, raking my teeth along her pulse.
“You can and you will,” I growled back, our bodies slick with sweat as I pushed her further and further into the abyss of pleasure. The scent of our mixed arousal filled the air, a heady perfume that made my cock throb with each thrust.
“But Dante,” she whimpered, a plea for mercy that I ignored.
“Just one more,” I demanded, my voice so hoarse with desire that it was barely more than a growl. I shifted my angle, thrusting into her harder and faster until her body was shaking beneath mine.
I felt her walls tighten around me in response, her body trembling as she was sent over the edge once again. Her cries echoed in the room, lingering in the air as a powerful testament to our carnal union.
Feeling her body convulse around me, I let out a groan, my own climax tearing through me like a tornado. The world spun around me as I buried myself deep inside her one last time, my body shuddering as I emptied into her, my orgasm so overwhelming my other senses dulled into nothingness.
After our bodies stilled, I collapsed onto her, my weight pressing her into the soft mattress beneath us. Her breath came in pants as she struggled to catch her breath. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, erratic but slowly returning to normal.
“Dante…” she whispered softly, her hands trembling as they ran through my hair. My name on her lips was laced with an intoxicating mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.
“Shhh…” I murmured back, brushing a stray lock from her forehead. “Just rest.”
“Aren’t you going to pull out?”
“Nah,” I replied, kissing the tip of her nose. “Not yet.”
She laughed. “Why not?”
“So that when I wake up,” I said. “I can just fuck you again.”