IVY

The rest of dinner is awkwardly silent and I'm stressed beyond belief. I've now dug my own grace due to anger and irritation. I shouldn't have allowed Ryan's words get into my nerves! Where will I get a fiancee to introduce to these families come next weekend? 

I drive home at a neck breaking speed... I just want to forget I opened my big mouth.

I sit in the driveway abd stare off into the night. My apartment is calling unto me to get inside, take a bottle of gin from the cabinet and drown away my sorrows. 

A pair of headlights pull up behind me and a familiar grey Bugatti comes to a harsh halt behind my white Audi. 

I watch in surprise as my pissed off best friend climbs out and stands beside my door. 

“Open the door Ivy! ” He barks. I look at him hesitantly. I know he won't hurt me physically but emotionally he'd do some damage. 

His hands are balled into tight fists and his eyes narrowed at mine. 

I barely unlock the door when he yanks it opens, grabs my wrist and leads me towards my front door. 

We get in and the door closes behind us and he pushes my body against it. He takes one look at me and plants his lips on mine, kissing the hell out of me. The kiss is harsh and demanding as his tongue easily dominates mine. 
I moan and press myself against him.

I'm left cold and gasping as he withdraws and tears himself away, panting and glaring.

“What was that? What were you thinking?” he yells, flinging his arm. 

I look at him curiously. “ummh... a kiss.”

He chuckles humourlessly. “Not what I meant smart ass.” His eyes darken as I step away from the door, stepping closer to him. I already missed his touch.
“You're engaged?!”

I don't know why he seems to be so surprised. He's engaged too so that ain't a big deal.
I debate in my head whether to lie to him that I'm truly engaged or just tell him that it was a small game I played over there.

“What if I am?” I say, blinking up at him.

“You can't be!” He growls, stepping closer.

“And why not?”

“Because you're mine!” He pulls me by my waist and my body crashes and instinctively molds itself to his firm muscular one.

“I'm not yours Ryan...” As much as I'd love to be ..“Isabella is yours to do as she pleases...I'm simply the other woman.” I say, trailing my fingers up his chest to the curve of his neck. I graze my fingertips at his tanned skin earning a small groan and a shudder from him, before sliding my fingers into his short styled black hair.

“Isabella is not mine...at least not but choice..” He mutters. I don't get to ass what that means before his mouth is on mine,biting, licking and sucking.

My breathe hitches and my clit throbs, still sore from the last time yet so ready, my honeypot dripping wet in anticipation. I want him like now!

His fingers graze my thigh slowly sliding up and under my dress. He moves to the inside of my thigh and lightly grazes my lips. I feel him smile into tge kiss, satisfied that I'm ready for him.

“You love this..” He says nibbling his way down my neck leaving small red hickeys in his wake.

 “Yes.” I breathe, my hands fisted into his polo shirt and clutches tighter as he moves inside my soacked panties and dives a finger between my folds.. 

Biting my lower lip, I moan. It feels so nice to finally be able to make all the noise in the world. We don't have to hide here. 

“I love that sound.” He says, pumping his finger in and out. That sound it makes echoes through out the whole living room. 
“Make it again.” He commands, driving two fingers into me harder. I gasp and moan even louder. It feels so good to be filled even if it's just by his fingers. 

I arch into him and can't wait any longer, grabbing the back of his polo, I pull it over his head tossing it to the side. 

My fingers drift across his chest as his fingers continue to pump into me. I reach his jeans and get hold of his fly, fumbling with his zipper and before he knows it, the heads is hanging loosely on his legs. 

Glancing up at him, I watch his eyes drift down to mine, they're like silver flames, boiling and burning. He smirks withdrawing his fingers, after licking them dry, he gets rid of his boxers and steps out of them together with the jeans. He then rips off my dress. 

His hands lift me up and squeeze my thighs as I wrap them around his waist grinding my wet pussy on his groan as he strides towards my room.

My back hits the bed and looms over me, quickly discarding my dripping wet pantie and bra. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I'm the only one for him. 

I feel truly loved.

“Ryan.” I whine, grasping his manhood and pumping up and down. He's large and his first thrust is always abit painful. 

“Ivy, I have to have you now.” He says, pushing my hand away. The tip of his cock slides against my sensitive folds and we lock eyes.

His thrusts are brutal... I feel him hit my cervix! 

My legs tighten around him and I cling on as we make love, deep and raw.

“You. Are. Mine.” He grits out between thrusts. 

We're both panting and I can't hold back. I suck at his shoulder and nibble, knowing he loves it. He moans as he thrusts, just like he always does when I suck that same spot. 

“Yes yours” I miss as I lift my hips to meet his ecstatic thrusts. 

My body comes alive from the inside out and I feel him shudder, he thrusts deeper once more and we cum together! 

Our erratic breathing is the only sound in the dark room. Ryan rolls over, off of me and onto his back, drawing me into his chest. He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes in bliss.