by Angela Blake
Zack murmured against her hair, “How do you feel about getting married tomorrow?”
“How about next week?” Ivy grinned. “I’ll need a wedding dress and I don’t think your men would be happy with us eloping.”
“They’ll be partying all night,” Zack told her, grinning.
This time when Ivy buried her face in Zack’s chest, she silently promised Lily to love her brother and son with her whole being. For the first time in years, it felt like she belonged somewhere.
EPILOGUE
Ivy looked at the black lingerie on the bed and frowned. Lifting it up, she blinked.
It didn’t cover anything.
It was just sheer lace.
However, Zack had bought it for her, and she had always wanted to wear lingerie. Her mind went to the red one she had gotten as a surprise for Zack.
She could always wear that later.
A few minutes later when Zack walked into the room, Ivy had one leg on the edge of the bed, as she attempted to tie the complicated strands of lace.
Zack froze, his heart skipping a beat at the vision presented to him.
Her dark hair flowed over her back, falling to cover part of her face as she bent down. Her perfect rear was plump and ripe and his hands itched to spank it. It felt like it was made just to be disciplined. Her breasts were not overly large, but were just the right size and they were currently trying to defy gravity. The material was so sheer that he could see the way her back curved and where her hips flared.
He didn’t know when he had moved forward, but his hands were cupping her bottom and it pleased him that her small butt fit so perfectly in the palm of his hands.
Ivy gasped and he squeezed her ass. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “You look absolutely delicious in this.”
When she blushed, Zack ran his hand on the underside of the leg that was raised and then cupped her pussy, a possessive hold.
Ivy’s breath shuddered.
“Come here.” Zack held her hand and led her to the body length mirror that stood in the corner of the room. He stood behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder, “Do you see how hot you look?”
Ivy opened her mouth, but he covered it with his hand, “Don’t speak. Just watch.”
When she nodded, he released his hand and lowered it till he was cupping her breast. He straightened himself, so that both hands were cupping them.
“Your breasts are so beautiful that I could worship them all day. The other day when you were drizzling honey on that piece of bread, all I wanted to do was put you on the kitchen table, rip off your shirt, and drizzle that honey on your pretty little nipples so that I could spend the afternoon sucking it off.”
Ivy’s nipples hardened into painful nubs, making her bite her lip.
“Sometimes,” Zack continued, watching the flush on her face, his voice like raw silk caressing her bare skin, “I want to see whether I can make you cum just from playing with your breasts alone.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck, pressing an open mouthed kiss on her jaw, making her head fall against his shoulder.
“No, don’t close your eyes, Ivy. I’m not done yet.”
His hands ran over her waist, learning the shape of it by heart. Finally, his right hand lowered to her pussy. The material was so flimsy that he could feel the wetness there.
“It’s like a damn tap,” He said, awe in his voice. “I touch you and you get so wet that if I were to fuck you with two fingers right now, I bet they would be completely drenched.”
Ivy trembled at his dirty words. She hadn’t know he could speak like that. Her legs squeezed around his hand and he smacked her ass with his left hand which had been resting at her waist.
Startled, she widened her legs, and he kissed her cheek, “Good girl.”
His fingers moved over the cloth which concealed her slit. The motion was long and slow, slowly and steadily her breath started coming faster and faster.
“If I were to plunge my fingers into your pussy right now, would I find it wet, Ivy?”
Ivy bit her lower lip at his question, the sensations moving through her body, not letting her think.
Another smack and she jumped.
“I asked you a question.”
“Y-Yes.”
Through her hooded eyes, she saw the smirk on his face, as he pressed an open mouthed kiss on her bare shoulder, and sucked the place hard enough to leave a mark.
She was so distracted by it, that when his fingers started fucking her through the bottom of the dress, she let out a cry. His pace was hard and fast and Ivy tried to move, but her held her firm against him latching one arm around her waist.
“Look at yourself as you cum,” Zack ordered, and she was forced to watch as he used two fingers to fuck her through the attached panties of the lingerie.
“One of these days,” He growled. “I’m going to throw you on the kitchen table, toss your skirt up, and just fuck you with my cock. You’ll scream so loud that everyone will hear you taking my cock.”
The very idea of it made her lose it, and she saw herself unravel in the mirror.
Her moans and cries filled the room till she finally became limp in his arms.
She felt his hard cock outlined in his jeans, but she was still coming down from her high to do anything about that.
“Put your forearms on the stool,” Zack told her.
Confused, Ivy looked down to see a small stool there that reached her knees. It had a pillow on it. Looking back at Zack, she hastened to obey when he simply raised his eyebrows.
With her forearms on the stool, she realized that her ass was in the air, and she was, in fact, in a very vulnerable position right now.
Apparently, Zack knew that, too.
He gave her a dark look that promised both pain and pleasure, “Have you ever been spanked, Ivy?”
She blinked at him, and then shook her head, a little wary.
“Do you want me to spank you?”
Ivy thought about it. She knew that it was a kink and that although women said it was a little painful at first, but it was addicting.
“Yes.” Her answer was clear and she let him see the trust in her eyes.
He locked eyes with her in the mirror, and then she felt the hard hand coming on her ass. It stung so bad that her eyes filled with tears, as she jerked forward. The burning hot sensation of where Zack’s palm had made contact with her butt cheek felt like it was on fire.
“Five times,” Zack told her. “I’ll give you five swats.”
The second one was harder, maker her cry out in pain. His hand caressed the tender skin, his fingers feather light, making her relax.
The third swat still hurt, but every time he spanked her, he would immediately use his hand to massage the spot.
By the last swat, the pain was there, but there was a different sensation in her pussy. Apparently, Zack noted it too, because he immediately unzipped her dress and before it could even fall to the ground, his fingers were stuffed in her dripping pussy.
This time Ivy could feel his thick fingers moving in and out, and her breathing was harsh as he kept up the relentless fucking.
“Oh, God.” The words were torn from her as his other hand touched her clit, pressing that hard little nub and making her see stars. However, just as she was about to come, he removed his hand, and withdrawing his right hand from her pussy, he started fucking her with his left.
He bent forward, and lined her juices on her lips, making her moan and open her mouth. She sucked on four fingers, licking them, sucking on them, worshipping them. His fingers moved in rapid rhythm in both holes, making her want to grab at something for purchase.
When she shattered again, her scream was swallowed by his fingers, and she bucked against him, tears in her eyes at the ferocity of the orgasm.
Zack didn’t waste any time.
He carried her to the bed, and gently tossing her on it, he quickly discard
ed his shirt and his jeans, and took out the condom from the drawer. Putting it on his painfully hard dick, he climbed on top of her. Ivy lay on her back, her chest heaving, and he took her legs and hooked her ankles on his shoulders, and then pierced her with his cock.
Her mouth fell open at how deep his thick cock was reaching inside of her. When he moved all the way out, she was this close to begging him to just fuck her.
But Zack clearly had other plans.
His strokes were long and deep, making her feel every inch of his cock, and Ivy groaned, her hands moving over her head to grasp at the bed sheet there.
“Zack! Just fuck me already!”
He just grinned, his face strained with the effort of holding back, “Why?”
“Because you’re driving me insane!” Ivy growled at him and then let out a moan at a particularly punishing thrust.
When he kept that steady pace, she hissed, “If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll fuck myself on your dick!”
Eyes narrowed at her declaration, Zack decided to give her what she wanted.
Letting go of his control, he jackhammered her pussy, and Ivy screamed. Her breasts moved with the force of his thrusts and the motion caught Zack’s eyes, who leaned forward, making Ivy’s body bend in such a way that his cock was so deep inside her that she had no idea where it ended and she began.
He took her furled nipped in his mouth and sucked at it. His hand squeezing and pinching the other one in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. Ivy cried out his name, begging and pleading, her brain short circuiting with what his dick was doing to her.
Zack bit down on her nipple, hard, and Ivy shattered right there, milking him for all he was worth. Zack groaned as he thrust a few more times before releasing.
Their bodies were spent, and Ivy curled up into his side, seeking comfort and security after such a mind blowing experience. Zack dragged the blanket over them, and they both tried to draw in oxygen.
“I have no words,” Ivy mumbled into his chest. “I feel like I should be mad that you’re so good at sex.”
Zack grinned, “Trust me, darlin’. It wasn’t until you came along that I went all out. I could do with a smoke right now.”
Catching her glare from where she was tucked into him, he rectified, “But I won’t because smoking is bad and it kills.”
The blandness in his tone at that statement made her flick his nipple and he winced.
She scowled at him, “That had better become your mantra.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zack grinned at her. “Or should I say, Mrs. Tanner.”
Ivy trailed her fingers over his chest, playfully, “Want to have bathroom sex with a married woman?”
Zack tucked his tongue in his cheek, “What if your husband comes home?”
“I’m not scared of-“ She was cut off when someone started banging on the door and a dog started barking, simultaneously.
“Uncle Zack! Can we go to the stables?!”
Zack groaned, and Ivy laughed, “But I am scared of my husband’s nephew. Just a minute, Sam.”
“Come on,” Zack groaned. “You promised me non stop sex. He can go afterwards.”
Ivy stared at him, “You know he’s just going to stand there and wait for ‘later’. And then he’ll hear me when I’m screaming your name.”
Zack blinked, and then sighed, and sitting up, he grabbed his pants.
“Fine. But you owe me more sex.”
Ivy laughed at him, and moved to the bathroom to clean off.
Married life was more of an adventure than she had thought it would be. As she stared into the bathroom mirror, she eyed the pregnancy test that she had kept on the sink, and smiled.
THE END
