Ivy
His fingers slipped inside my shorts while his naked body pressed down on mine. Skin to skin touching, the warm, masculine scent—a concoction of leather, bourbon and cedar wood, seeped into my senses.
“You really can’t hide from me,” he whispered in my ear as his deft fingers pushed through my wet folds and found their way inside me.
“Oh…” I moaned, my fingers curling into his curls as he pushed his finger deeper and deeper inside me.
“See? You want me…” I bit my lip hard as he pulled at my lobe. “Then why do you keep fighting me?”
“Don’t to…touch me…” I groaned, not meaning a single syllable.
“I can pleasure you like no one can,” I was close, his fingers hitting all the right spots.
“I can make you scream…”
“Please…stop,” I moaned.
“I can f**k you like no one ever has
