Chapter 88: Squirting for Her Master
Lucas stepped into the room, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. The air was thick with the scent of Ivy’s perfume something sweet and floral, but beneath it, the unmistakable musk of her arousal already hung heavy. His cock twitched in his pants as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. And then he saw her.
Ivy was on the bed, sprawled out like a feast laid just for him. She wore nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace so small it barely qualified as lingerie. The bra was little more than two triangles of fabric, the cups straining to contain her heavy tits, her dark nipples already hard and poking against the material. The matching thong rode high between her ass cheeks, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her thighs, already darkened with her wetness. Her legs were slightly parted, one knee bent, her fingers tracing lazy circles over her stomach before sliding lower, teasing herself as she watched him with a smirk that promised pure filth.
"Took you long enough," she purred, her voice thick with need. She bit her lower lip, her other hand squeezing one of her tits through the lace. "I’ve been touching myself just thinking about your cock." She spread her thighs a little wider, letting him see the glistening wet spot on her thong. "Look how wet I am for you, baby. Already."
Lucas didn’t waste another second. He was on her in a flash, his hands rough as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her hard, his tongue forcing its way past her lips. Ivy moaned into his mouth, her body arching up against him, her tits pressing into his chest. He could feel her nipples, hard and needy, even through the fabric.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. "You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? Touching yourself without me." His free hand slid down her body, his fingers tracing the wet spot on her thong before yanking the fabric aside. Her pussy was dripping, her lips swollen and glistening, her clit already throbbing. He dipped a finger inside her, and she gasped, her hips jerking up. "Fuck, Ivy. You’re soaked."
"Mmm, only for you," she whimpered, her voice breathy. "I need your cock, Lucas. Please."
Lucas growled, his patience snapping. He didn’t even bother taking off her lingerie. He just shoved it aside and buried his face between her thighs. The first swipe of his tongue made her cry out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. He didn’t tease. He ate. His tongue dragged through her folds, lapping up her juices before circling her clit, then flicking it hard. Ivy’s thighs trembled, her hips bucking against his mouth as he devoured her.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her voice high and needy. "Just like that, baby. Eat me." She ground herself against his face, her pussy so wet his chin was already slick with her. He groaned against her, the vibration making her whimper. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she let out a broken moan. "Yes! Right there oh God don’t stop!"
Lucas didn’t. He finger-fucked her hard, his tongue working her clit in tight, relentless circles. Ivy’s moans filled the room, her body writhing under him, her tits bouncing with every thrust of his fingers. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her pussy fluttering as she got closer. Then, with a cry, she came, her juices gushing over his fingers, his tongue, his chin. He didn’t let up, lapping at her through her orgasm, drawing every last drop from her.
When she finally sagged back against the bed, breathing hard, Lucas didn’t give her time to recover. He crawled up her body, his cock already leaking, the head glistening with pre-cum. Ivy’s eyes darkened as she saw it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "My turn," she whispered, her voice husky.
She didn’t waste time. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs, her hands already working his belt open. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the vein along the shaft pulsing. Ivy wrapped her hand around him, her fingers barely able to close around his girth. She stroked him slow, her thumb swiping over the head, spreading the pre-cum down his length. "Mmm, look at you," she murmured, her voice dripping with hunger. "So big. So hard." She leaned down, her tits swinging in his face, and flicked her tongue over the tip. Lucas groaned, his hips jerking up.
Then she took him in her mouth.
Ivy didn’t start slow. She went straight for it, her lips wrapping around the head before she sank down, taking him deep. Her throat fluttered around the tip, and she gagged slightly, pulling back with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to his cock before she dove back down, her hand gripping the base as she worked him. She hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she bobbed her head, her tits swaying with every movement.
"Fuck, Ivy," Lucas groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. He guided her, his hips lifting slightly to meet her mouth. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making his toes curl. She pulled back, letting his cock glisten with her spit, before diving down again, this time taking him even deeper. Her nose pressed against his skin, her throat working around him as she swallowed around his tip. Slop. Slop. Slop. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, mixed with her muffled moans and his groans.
She pulled off with a gasp, her lips swollen, her chin dripping. "You like that, baby?" she panted, her hand still stroking him. "You like my slutty mouth on your cock?" She didn’t wait for an answer. She went back down, her head bobbing faster, her free hand slipping between her own legs. She rubbed her clit as she sucked him, her hips grinding against her fingers. "Mmm, I’m getting so wet again," she mumbled around his cock. "I love sucking you. Love how you fill my mouth."
Lucas couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. "Enough," he growled. "I need to fuck you. Now."
Ivy whimpered in protest, but her eyes were dark with need. She knew what was coming. Lucas didn’t hesitate. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air, her tits swinging beneath her. He yanked her thong to the side, baring her dripping pussy. She was soaked, her juices already running down her thighs.
He didn’t tease. He didn’t even use his fingers. He lined himself up and slammed into her in one hard thrust.
"Oh FUCK!" Ivy screamed, her back arching as he bottomed out inside her. She was tight, her walls clenching around him, her pussy already fluttering. Lucas groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "You’re mine," he growled, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Ivy cried out, her nails digging into the sheets.
He set a brutal pace from the start. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with Ivy’s desperate moans and the wet, squelching sounds of her pussy taking his cock. She was so wet, her juices coating his shaft, dripping down his balls. Every thrust made her ass jiggle, her tits swaying beneath her.
"Harder, baby," Ivy gasped, her voice breaking. "Fuck me harder!" Lucas obeyed, his hips snapping against her ass, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Ivy’s moans turned into screams. "Yes! Yes! Just like that! Oh God I’m gonna I’m gonna"
She came.
Her pussy clamped down around him, her walls pulsing as her orgasm tore through her. And then splash. A hot gush of fluid sprayed out of her, soaking the sheets beneath her, dripping down her thighs. Lucas didn’t stop. He pulled out just enough for her squirt to shoot out, then slammed back in, making her scream again.
"That’s it," he growled, his voice rough. "Squirt for me, baby. Again." He fucked her through it, his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt. Ivy was sobbing, her body shaking, her pussy gushing around him. Every time he pulled out, another spray of her juices shot out, only for him to shove back in, forcing it deeper.
"Lucas!" she screamed, her voice raw. "I can’t I can’t take it!" But she could. And she did. Her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm ripped through her. This time, when he pulled out, her squirt poured out of her, a hot, thick stream that soaked the bed. Lucas groaned at the sight, his cock twitching. He lined up and slammed back in, making her cry out as her over-sensitive pussy took him again.
When she was finally spent, her body trembling, her pussy still twitching around him, Lucas pulled out. Ivy whimpered at the loss, but he wasn’t done with her. He flipped her onto her back, then pulled her on top of him, positioning her over his cock.
"Ride me," he ordered, his voice a dark command.
Ivy didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed his shaft, lined him up with her dripping entrance, and sank down onto him in one smooth motion. They both groaned as he filled her, her pussy stretching around his girth. She sat there for a second, her walls fluttering around him, her tits heaving as she caught her breath.
Then she started to move.
Up and down, up and down, her big ass bouncing on his cock, her tits jiggling with every movement. Lucas groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her. "Fuck, just like that," he growled. "Bounce on my cock, baby. Make me cum."
Ivy moaned, her head falling back as she rode him harder. Her pussy was dripping, her juices coating his shaft, running down to his balls. Every time she came down, her clit rubbed against his pelvis, sending sparks through her. She could feel another orgasm building, her body tightening, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Lucas’s hands slid up to her tits, squeezing them hard, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. "You like that, slut?" he growled. "You like riding my cock?" SMACK. His hand came down hard on her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Ivy cried out, her pussy clenching around him. "Fuck, you’re tight."
"Yes! Yes!" Ivy gasped, her hips moving faster. "I love it. Love your big cock stretching me open!" SMACK. Another spank, this one harder. She moaned, her nails digging into his chest. "More! Spank me harder, baby! Fuck me like the slut I am!"
Lucas grinned, his hand coming down again, leaving a red mark on her ass. "That’s right," he growled. "You’re my slut. My dirty little whore." SMACK. "Do you miss this dick when I’m not here?" SMACK. "Do you ache for it?"
"Yes!" Ivy screamed, her body trembling as she rode him harder, her ass bouncing, her tits jiggling. "I miss it every second! I touch myself thinking about it! Fuck! I need it need you inside me always!"
Lucas groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight. Ivy’s pussy was fluttering around him, her own climax right there. "Cum for me, baby," he growled. "Cum on my cock."
Ivy let out a broken cry. Her body locked up, her back arching as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy clamped down around him, her walls milking his cock as she came hard. Lucas groaned, his own release crashing over him. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down onto him, burying himself as deep as he could go as his cock pulsed, filling her with his cum.
Ivy collapsed forward, her body spent, her tits pressing against his chest. Neither of them had the energy to move. Lucas’s cock was still inside her, softening slowly, his cum dripping out of her and onto his balls. Ivy’s breath came in ragged gasps, her face buried in his neck.
"Fuck," she mumbled, her voice muffled. "That was... unreal."
