With that, he slowly guided my head up and down on him, watching him slide in and out of my mouth as I sucked and kissed him in every way I could. I used my hand to fondle his balls, a low grunt eliciting from his throat. The sound of his pleasure was a pleasure to me, and all I wanted right now was to get him off. Again and again, if he would ask me to.
“Oh, fuck, I am going to come in your mouth, Ivy,” he gritted his teeth, his hands in my hair as he fucked my mouth; slow, hard, and deep.
Aiden gave out one low moan and jerked when he came inside my mouth. Warm spurts of his seed shooting down my throat as I swallowed greedily. I watched him with tears glistening in my eyes. His hooded eyes watching me and the bob of my throat. He let go of my hair, but I pulled away only to lick him clean from his base to his tip. Humming, I gave slow licks to the flushed head of his cock.
He let out a small grunt of warning and I settled back on my heels, innocently batting my lashes at him, and licked my lips clean.
Aiden’s eyes trailed over my face, my tousled hair, my chest and the rumpled state of my dress, my breast almost dropping out of the neckline.
He growled, “Come here.”
He held my arm and effortlessly lifted me up on his lap.