Ivan (Underworld, #1)

by Sophie Lark

He scoops up a dollop of the oatmeal on his index and middle fingers. He holds it out to me. I stare at him, confused. “Go ahead,” he says. He wants me to lick it off his fingers.

So when I lean forward to take the next bite, I look up into his eyes. I open my lips and slightly extend my tongue. As I take the food out of his hand, I let my tongue trail along the underside of his fingers. And I suck ever so gently on his fingertips.

“You see, my little fox. I always get what I want in the end. So you might as well give it to me to begin with.”

I erupt, into a climax beyond anything I’ve felt before. I bite down hard on Ivan’s shoulder, through the crisp white dress shirt. It stifles my scream as I cum again and again against his hand.

every now and then, you meet with a cock that’s so beautiful that just the sight of it is arousing.

His cock is like steel encased in velvet. It fits inside me like it was made for me,

Ivan slings my limp legs over his shoulders. He plows into me with all his strength. His whole body flexes as he drives deep inside of me,

As soon as I start to cum, I can feel her shaking on top of me. Her pussy clenches around my cock in one long squeeze, and it makes me go off like a cannon, an orgasm that barrels out of me, that sends sparks flashing across my closed eyelids.

And then I’m back inside my body again, with Sloane lying beside me, her head on my chest. It’s a position that makes a man want to tell a woman his deepest, darkest secrets.