“Words, darling.” He turned the dial up and she let out a completely undignified squeak. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she stammered, rolling her hips. Silas propped his elbows on the tops of his knees, remote in his left hand. “Lean back for me, witchling. Let me see that beautiful pussy split wide on what you think is the size of my cock.” Making a quiet little hiccupping sound, Ivy straightened, bringing her hands to her full, aching breasts and squeezing. His pleased growl made her shiver, and she wanted nothing more than to feel that predatory resonance while his mouth was on her.
