Page 25 of Royally Twisted

“You said you liked the fire in me. What if...what if my spark dulls?” There it was, her biggest fear.

Instead of answering right away, he lifted her into his arms, and sat down in one of the chairs with her in his lap. “Ivy, I know you think if you fail, or you fall down, nobody will be there to pick you up, right? Well guess what, sweetheart. First thing you need to know is that I’ll be right here by your side, ready and willing to help you, but I also know, you’ll never lose your spark. Yes, you might stumble and fall, and if you lose your spark, you’ll rise back up and you’ll be the whole damn fire.”

She sniffed; a tear rolled down her cheek. “That’s so damn beautiful.”

“No, you’re so damn beautiful. You and everything about you is. Now, you ready for that tattoo?”

Ivy wiggled, trying to get up without looking like a fool. “I’m ready, but not for the tattoo, not yet anyway.” She lifted the hem of her shirt over her head, leaving her in the bra and jeans. A deep inhale could be heard from Tymber, but she didn’t stop, wanting to be naked and in his arms. Her riding boots were next, followed by the jeans, which weren’t as easy to shimmy out of. Last, she slipped her thumbs into the side of her panties.

“Wait,” Tymber barked.

She paused with her thumbs on her hips under the elastic sides. “What?” she asked, tipping her head to the side.

He twirled his finger.. “Turn around, I want to see your ass as you take them off.”

Her mouth went dry looking at him with his legs sprawled out in front, his right hand massaging his dick through the denim. “You want me to turn around and—take them off with my back to you?”

“Mmhmm,” he murmured.

Fuck, that was one of the sexiest sounds coming from him in that deep guttural command. She turned, her hair swishing along her back.

“Spread your legs a little and bend down as you push them to the floor,” he instructed.

Her body ached to have him touch her. The flimsy material was soaking wet already. She inched the sides down, taking her time to ease the silk fabric down, bending like he’d told her to do at the waist, keeping her legs locked so her ass was in the air. A growl was her only warning before she felt his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks and then his fingers were there, followed by his lips and tongue. “Keep your head down while I have my snack.”

Holy shit, holy shit, she chanted in her head. She gripped her ankles, holding herself steady as he worked her up to a hard fast orgasm, screaming his name. “Tymber, oh god, I can’t stand,” she gasped. Her legs shook from the pleasure.

His arms holding her were the only things that kept her upright, and then he was easing her onto his thighs, his huge cock pressing into her. She didn’t know when he’d undressed, only knew she was glad to see she wasn’t the only one so affected by her teasing.

“Goddamn, woman, do you have any clue how much I love you?” he asked, his fingers twisted in her hair, turning her face to the side to meet his lips as he pumped his hips upward.

Ivy moaned, her body working to take all of him into hers. “Half as much as I love you?” she teased.

Tymber bit her lower lip, then soothed it with his tongue. “Wrong answer, baby. You’re my everything. I used to be glad I woke up and would say just one more day. It was one of the things that kept all of us going. Now, being here with you, balls deep in you, I know I’d fight anything to be right here. We can’t let the past ruin our future. Because we didn’t give up, we woke up and said fuck you, our journey isn’t over, we’re here, together. For that alone, I thank my lucky stars.” With every word he powered in and out, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“God, I love you Tymber Black, more than I thought I could ever love anyone. You make me whole, make me want to be better.”

He stopped moving, lifting her off him, and turning her to face him. “Ivy, if you were any better you’d be a real life angel. Now, shut up and fuck me like you mean it.” He pulled her onto his cock, not giving her a chance to respond.

Ivy gasped, the new position had her clit hitting the perfect spot with each push and pull. She used her arms and legs to work her body over his, glad he helped with a firm grip on her hips when her own legs began to shake.

“Yes, right there. Oh faster. Help me, Tymber,” she begged.

His fingers dug into her sides, the familiar tingle began in her breasts, working its way down her chest and then exploded throughout her body, squeezing the dick buried inside her. Ivy panted; her voice hoarse from crying out.

Tymber barely heldhis orgasm back the first time Ivy came, but the second time her little body clamped down on his there was no holding back. His balls drew up, tingles raced throughout his body seconds before he came, hard, coming in Ivy. They’d had the disease talk, both agreeing they didn’t want anything between them, and had proof they had clean bills of health. Now, with her body milking him, he truly wouldn’t have cared if she hadn’t been protected from pregnancy as he wanted everything with her, even the two point three kids, a dog and a house in the hills. Yeah, he had it bad for his sexy little biker chick, but he couldn’t see his life without her in it.

“Shit, I really didn’t mean to fuck you on the floor of the apartment,” he groaned. His legs would pay for the extra workout they’d been given but not one ounce of him regretted it.

Ivy lifted her head from his shoulder, her smile radiant like always. “You don’t hear me complaining.”

He ran his hands up and down her sides. “You’re probably going to have bruises on you.”

She shook her head, smiling down at him. “Again. You don’t hear me complaining do you? Actually, we could just have them tattooed on me, so you knew where to place them next time.” Her eyes twinkled.

Tymber pictured her wearing his permanent fingerprints. “How about we get up and see about your other tattoo first?”

Ivy shimmied on top of him, the slow roll and grind of her body made him shudder. “If you insist.”

Life with Ivy was going to be full of twists and turns, bumps and grinds, but there was one thing he knew for certain. It was going to be one hell of a wild ride. Once you find that one person who completes you, who doesn’t want to dull your shine, but will do all they can to fan your flame, you grab hold and hold on tight. He was going to hold on so tight, she’d be wearing his fingerprints even when she wasn’t with him, but she’d be smiling from ear to ear remembering the pleasure he gave her when she got them.

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