Chapter 136: A taste of her pussy

Ivy’s pov

Oh god, how could I not? I was going to lose my mind.

My head fell back, my breath coming in deep pants, and my entire body twitched as he rocked his cock against my ass, the hot, thick shaft pushing between my cheeks and drawing wails and whimpers from my lips.

"Sir... oh, Deon... I can’t hold back," I moaned, arching against him while his fingers thrust wide and deep into my pussy.

His thumb found my clit again and rubbed it in tight, merciless circles while his fingers kept working inside me. The pressure was building and coiling low in my belly, and I was so close, oh so fucking close.

"Don’t cum," he reminded me.

"I’m trying," I wailed, gripping his arm, but it did nothing to stop the room from spinning. He felt so good. His fingers, his cock, more... God, I needed more. The water sloshed and bubbled around us.

"Try harder." He pinched my nipple, hard, and I yelped. His fingers drove deeper into my cunt, harder, faster. I was right on the edge, so close I could taste it when he pulled out.

"Oh no... no no, please."

His fingers slid lower, past my drenched pussy to the tight ring of muscle behind it. My hand flew up to cover my mouth as he teased my asshole with a few strokes and pressed in slowly.

"Mhmm, I told you to keep your hands on the railings."

"I’m sorry," I sniffled, gripping the railing shakily, my entire body bracing for his fingers. He pushed two of them deep until my muscles gave way and they sank to the knuckle.

"Oh fuck!" I cried. My hands flew off the railings and gripped his thighs instead. The stretch was strange and so, so good.

"You moved, Ivy," he rasped, leaning down to kiss my ear, and his hot breath sent sizzling shivers down my spine. "Your hands were supposed to stay on the railings."

"I know, I’m sorry, s... sir, but..."

He pulled his fingers out, lifted me off his lap and set me aside. Water sluiced off his body as he stepped out of the jacuzzi, and my eyes widened. Was he leaving?

"Gideon!" I scrambled to stay upright. "Wait... where are you going?"

"To dry off."

"But..." I gestured at my own body, which he had turned into a desperate, aching mess. "You can’t just leave me like this."

"You disobeyed my orders."

"I’m sorry."

He rolled his shoulders, and those gorgeous blue eyes traveled down the top half of my torso showing above the water. "Sorry isn’t good enough."

He couldn’t be serious. I stared at him with my mouth open and my body screaming. He just stood there dripping, looking at me with that calm, unreadable expression, and I wanted to climb out, tackle him to the ground and ride that monstrous dick to oblivion.

"Please," I begged, wading closer to where he stood on the ledge. "Please, sir. Don’t leave me like this."

He tilted his head.

"I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you say. Just, please?"

There was a long, heartbreaking pause before he finally nodded. "You will be punished for disobeying me."

"Fine, yes. Whatever. Just get back in here, please?" My entire body buzzed as he dropped back into the jacuzzi with a splash.

He reached for me, hands at my waist, and swept my feet off the ground. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist and my back met the edge of the jacuzzi. My pussy hovered just above the water, and I was completely at his mercy.

"Can I touch you?" I asked, my arms already reaching for him.

He hesitated, a frown pulling at his brows.

"I need to hold on to something," I added quickly. "I’ll fall."

"You can."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him, and he began to wade through the bubbling water.

"Er... Deon? Where are we going?"

"You’ll see." We moved along the edge of the jacuzzi, and then he stopped and positioned me directly in front of one of the jets.

"Deon, what..."

He pushed me down, and a warm, powerful rush of water hit my pussy.

"Oh fuck," I cried as the jet pounded against my clit and my whole body jolted in his arms. My nails dug into his shoulders and my legs tightened around his waist, and I was suddenly, overwhelmingly, right back on the edge of losing my mind. "Sir... Gid... ah, I’ll cum. I can’t hold back."

"You cannot?" He hummed, burying his face in the nape of my neck while his large hands grabbed my ass and he humped his dick against my belly. "Should I leave, then? Say your safe word if you want this to stop."

My teeth dug into my bottom lip. I could just say Peanuts and this would be over, but I didn’t want to. The water kept hitting my cunt over and over, and Gideon watched my face the whole time.

His eyes were dark and hungry, and droplets rolled down his face and fell onto mine. How could he be so fucking good at this?

"Don’t cum yet."

"You’re joking," I panted, already going insane from the pleasure. My cunt twitched, shivered and wept.

"I never joke."

I laughed breathlessly at his remark, but it morphed into a moan when his mouth returned to my neck, sucking and biting, and his hand gripped my ass tighter to hold me against the jet.

"Tell me something true," he murmured against my throat. "One thing, Ivy. Then you may cum."

My thoughts scattered like spilled beads. The truest thing I had was the thing I was most afraid of.

"I’m afraid this to end," I gasped. "I don’t want it to."

His hands tightened on me, and for a heartbeat even the jet seemed quieter. "Then it will not end," he said, and bit down gently on my shoulder.

The pressure was unbearable. The jet, his mouth, his hands, the way he looked at me as if I were the only thing in the world. It was too much and not enough all at once, and I was going to explode.

"De... on," I managed to croak before I shattered.

"Fuck. Now, Ivy."

My body convulsed in his arms and my pussy clenched around nothing. The jet kept hitting me and drawing my orgasm out until I was sobbing, shaking in his arms and completely wrecked.

When it finally faded, I slumped against him and buried my face in his neck.

"Good girl," he murmured, stroking my hair.

After fooling around a bit more, I was heaved out of the jacuzzi in his large, powerful arms. I was so drowsy and at peace that I didn’t protest as he carried me to the master bedroom and lay down with me. The sheets were cool against my skin, and the sound of the sea rolled in through the open balcony.

"I’m glad you’re staying with me," I mumbled, reaching out to brush his nipple, my eyes drifting up to find his intense gaze resting tenderly on me.

I could get used to this. I wanted to get used to this. I had never thought I would end up this close to the men who were my father’s enemies, and now the mere thought of being apart from them clogged my throat with fear.

I should tell them.If I told them myself, maybe they would understand. Maybe they would forgive me and it could all be in the past, and maybe I would finally get answers to the million questions swimming in my head.

"Good night, Amber," Gideon rasped, pulling me closer against his hard, naked body, and tears burned the corners of my eyes at the name.

Tomorrow, I would tell them everything. And maybe, just maybe, we could start over.

When I woke the next afternoon, the sheets beside me had gone cold, and the villa was far too quiet.