Jesus, this woman!
My cock is going to have to wait a little longer. I plan to take my time with Ivy, make a banquet of her—but first, I need to feed her. Then, I'll fuck her.
"Enjoying the view?" I ask with a smirk, turning to face her.
"I want to touch you. Taste you," she says, looking at my turgid shaft with its bead of pre-cum glistening on the end. "You're still hard, but… you came twice," she says, confused.
Tell me about it. I don't think my dick has gone down since he decided there was only one pussy he's interested in. "It's always like this around you, Ivy. He won't go down until he gets inside you, and even then, he won't stay down for long."
Ivy trails her fingers over her magnificent tits, circling her nipples. "So? What are you waiting for?"
I prowl toward her, my shaft bobbing in front of me. "If you want it, you need to ask nicely, Kitten."
"Ash, I want your cock inside me," she says immediately. Her hips undulate as she says it, and I'm willing to bet my left nutsack that she's wet for me again. I can practically smell her arousal.
I sigh. "Where are your manners?"
"Please," she whispers, her eyes needy.
I lean down, caging her in with my arms. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to stuff you full of my cock soon enough. By the time I'm done with you, there won't be an inch of skin left unmarked by my mouth or my cum, but first of all, I'm going to feed you."
I move away from her, going commando as I pull on a pair of sweatpants. If I'm going to spend the next few hours with an erection, I need to give it a little freedom. Plus, she'll get to see how much I want her, how hard I am for her. Constantly.
I grab one of my t-shirts for her, pulling her to her feet and sliding it over her head. It comes just below her rounded butt. Perfect. Tantalizing. There's nothing sexier than seeing her in one of my shirts. I take her hand and thread our fingers together, smiling as I lead her from the bedroom to the kitchen.
I throw some sandwiches and a salad together while she perches on one of the bar stools, her eyes glued to me as I move around the kitchen. She's quiet, and I know she has questions burning on the tip of her tongue.
I place her food in front of her and pull up a stool opposite. "You eat. I'll talk," I say, nodding with satisfaction as she picks up her ham sandwich and takes a bite. "Do you know why I brought you here, Ivy?"
She swallows her mouthful before answering. "Because Brent tried to rape me, and Mom didn't want to leave me in the house alone."
I study her closely. It's clear she still believes that, despite what we've shared up to this point. "That's only a small part of it. I told you earlier, I've wanted you for years, a fact I've wrestled with time and time again. I've watched you grow into a beautiful woman, a woman who's stolen my heart, to the point where I haven't been with anyone else for years. You're the only one I want, Ivy, from now to the grave."
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to continue. She needs to know it all so that she can make her decision. "I want all of you. I want to share everything with you, show you different places, cheer you on in your career. I want to be the man in your life, put a ring on your finger, plant my seed in your womb. You told me you want me, but if you don't want me in the same way, this is your only chance to leave. Because once I get inside you, I'll tie you to the fucking bed to keep you."
Her eyes widen as I finish. Her sandwich lies forgotten on her plate. She's silent for so long, it scares me. After a minute, she stands, moving toward me and pressing my legs open on the stool so she can settle her hips between them.
"You don't need to tie me to the bed to keep me, Ash," she murmurs, threading her hands through my hair. "I've been yours since before I was legal, in here," she says, placing a hand over her heart.
That's all I need to hear. I scoop Ivy up and head for the bedroom.