Chapter 61 Love Making

Chapter 61 Love Making
Ivy's POV

His words curl through me like gasoline on an open flame, every filthy promise making my body ache for more.

Alexander’s mouth hovers over me, his breath warm against the most sensitive part of me, and my thighs twitch in anticipation.

“Spread for me, Baby Girl,” he commands, voice husky, velvet threaded with steel. “Let me see you. Let me fucking worship what’s mine.”

I obey, trembling as I part my thighs wider for him. His growl is low, dangerous, like I’ve just given him his favorite sin wrapped in a gift.

“Fuck, look at you. Dripping for me already,” he murmurs, dragging the flat of his tongue up my slit, slow, deliberate. My breath catches, hips jerking as the wet heat of his mouth sends lightning through me.

“Alexander…” My voice cracks on his name, needy and desperate.

“That’s it, Baby,” he praises, circling my clit with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. “Say my name. Scream it. Let this whole fucking building know who makes you feel like this.”

My fingers thread tighter in his hair, tugging, pulling, grounding myself as his mouth devours me. He licks and sucks like he’s starving, like my taste is the only thing keeping him alive. His tongue plunges deeper, teasing my entrance before sliding back up to torment my clit.

“Oh, fuck—don’t stop, please don’t stop—” I’m a mess of gasps and broken moans, my thighs trembling against his shoulders.

He glances up at me with those wicked eyes, lips glistening. “I’m not stopping until you’re dripping down my throat, Baby Girl. Until you can’t walk without remembering I was here.”

His fingers slip inside me at the same time his mouth seals back over my clit, and I arch off the chair, a scream clawing from my throat. The stretch of his fingers, the relentless pressure of his tongue—it’s obscene how good it feels, how quickly he has me spiraling.

“Come on, Baby,” he urges against me, his voice vibrating right into my core. “Give it to me. Let me taste your fucking soul.”

The coil snaps hard and fast, pleasure detonating through me. I scream his name, clenching around his fingers, my body shaking as he keeps licking, drinking me in like he’s addicted.

“Alexander!” I sob, shuddering, the orgasm ripping me apart, leaving me limp and trembling.

He doesn’t stop—not until I’m twitching, begging, pushing at his head because it’s too much. Only then does he rise, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk, his chin wet with me.

“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he growls, kissing me so I can taste myself on his tongue. “And now I need to be inside you before I lose my goddamn mind.”

I can feel the thick, hard length of him pressing against my thigh as he shifts. My pulse stutters—half nerves, half raw hunger.

“Be gentle,” I whisper, glancing down at my belly.

His hand immediately covers it, protective, tender. “Always, Baby Girl. But don’t mistake gentle for weak. I’m still going to fuck you so good you’ll never forget it.”

He pushes my panties aside, lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock teases my entrance, and I whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“Eyes on me,” he orders softly, possessively. “I want to see every fucking reaction when I slide into you.”

I obey, locking onto his dark, hungry gaze as he sinks into me slowly, inch by inch. The stretch burns, delicious and overwhelming, filling me so completely I can’t breathe.

“Jesus Christ, Ivy,” he groans, forehead pressing to mine. “So tight, so perfect. Made for me.”

When he bottoms out, he stays there, letting me adjust, his thumb stroking lazy circles over my clit.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispers, kissing my jaw, my lips, my throat.

“Move,” I beg, nails digging into his back. “Please, Alexander, fuck me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. His hips draw back and then thrust forward, slow at first, careful, but the power behind each stroke still has me gasping. The chair creaks under us, his body caging mine, his cock driving deeper with every roll of his hips.

“Goddamn, you take me so well,” he growls, filthy praise spilling between kisses. “So greedy for me, even with my baby inside you. You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck, yes!” I cry, grinding up to meet him.

“That’s right, Baby Girl. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I moan, voice breaking. “All yours, Alexander.”

He rewards me with a harder thrust, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. My cries grow louder, the room echoing with wet sounds, skin slapping, and his filthy encouragement.

“I’m not stopping until you come on my cock, Ivy,” he swears, voice ragged. “Until you scream so loud everyone knows who owns this sweet pussy.”

The pressure builds fast, unbearable, my nails clawing his skin as he pounds into me, thumb circling my clit with ruthless precision.

“Oh, God—Alexander—I’m—I’m—”

“Do it, Baby,” he commands, his mouth at my ear, voice dark and filthy. “Come for me. Drown me in it.”

And I do. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, shattering me, tearing me apart as I convulse around him. My scream is raw, his name torn from my lips as pleasure obliterates everything else.

He follows, thrusts growing erratic, rougher, his growl vibrating against my skin. “Fuck, Ivy—I’m coming—”

He buries himself deep, spilling inside me with a groan that sounds like both relief and possession. His body trembles against mine, sweat-slick and shaking as he holds me through it, his hand protectively stroking my belly even as we collapse together.

For a long moment, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the thunder of my heart.

He presses his lips to mine softly now, tender, reverent. “You’re everything, Baby Girl,” he whispers, forehead resting against mine. “You and our baby—you’re my whole fucking world.”

And for the first time I saw those letters, I believe him.

To Be Continued…