Sitting back, I let Ivy clean my face up. She is so gentle and I love the way her eyes squint as she meticulously takes care of me. Zoë and I always had a dream that I’d make it big one day, but she’d never help me clean up after a fight; blood and shit like that creeped her out. But Ivy, she’s very attentive.

We are sitting on the couch and as she kneels next to me, her tits are popping out of the thin white t-shirt. My cock is thinking very bad things, but I don’t make a move, seeing how much she is enjoying taking care of me. My eyes do however scan her body, moving up and down, all over her contours. Her legs, panties, tits, everything, imagining my hands all over her.

Her phone vibrates on the table for the fourth time tonight and I ask, “Are you gonna check that?”

“It’s just my mom.”

“I’m sorry that I went off on her earlier.”

“Don’t be, she needed to hear what you said.”

“I don’t know about that, but I couldn’t let her upset you like that.”

She puts a coating of Neosporin on my cuts and then straddles my lap, resting her arms on my shoulders. “She did; she’s angry and has to let go of the pain that is festering inside of her. It’s not a healthy way to live. I did a while ago and that’s what has got me through all of this.”

“You’re strong.”

“I am because I have to be; that’s what Zoë would want for me. I can’t break down and give up, that’d be the last thing that she’d want. There have been plenty of times that I’ve wanted to, but I’m a survivor. I mean, we all are really, there are just different ways of showing it.”

Lifting my hands I cradle her face. She blows me away every day, her strength is truly something special. “Spoken very well. Ivy…” I trail off, holding on to her as she looks back at me. She’s patiently waiting for my response. I want to tell her so many things, but none of them will come out right now, so I press our lips together and move my hands down her body until I am gripping her thighs. Lifting her up, I carry her out of the living room. She laughs against my mouth as we move, and once we are in my room, I toss her on the bed.

“Get naked,” I order her.

“You first,” she challenges back. I drop my sweats, letting them stay bunched at my ankles and grab my dick. “Why? You want this?”

She nods, putting her hands under the sides of her panties and slowly slides them off. I watch her every move, stroking my dick as I do. “Touch yourself.”

“Like this?” she asks placing her hand over her sex and slowly rubs two fingers back and forth.

Watching her play with herself turns me on like nothing else. With my hand wrapped tightly around my shaft, I stroke myself and scoot on the bed kneeling next to her mouth.

She looks at my cock and smiles. Then drops her head back and moans loudly. Reaching down with my free hand, I lift her head and guide her mouth to the tip of my dick. She’s as eager as ever, pleasing herself and molding her tight lips around me. I hold on to the back of her head sliding myself in and out of her.

In the distance, my phone rings, but nothing could stop me right now. Letting go of my cock, I reach down and move her hand aside, sliding my two fingers inside her pussy. “Mmm, you’re wet like a good girl.”

I begin to finger her and my phone rings again. She pulls away and asks, “Do you wanna get that?”

“Fuck no!” I take her head and guide those perfect lips back around me. Her mouth is a fucking goldmine, pleasing me in the most indescribable way.

With every pull and push of my fingers, she matches it with her lips and it about makes me come. But I control myself and then pull out as she comes herself. I shake my head smiling as her body rattles under my control.

My hand moves viciously enjoying her coming and then her body slows. I roll her body to her side, backing her ass up to me. Looking down, I can see a bit of her delectable cunt and move, nudging my cock against her, then she asks, “Can I fuck you?”

She doesn’t have to ask me that twice.

Lying back, I put my hands behind my head and let her take control. She straddles me removing her shirt and exposes her perky tits. I gesture that she leans down and gives them to me, but she doesn’t. She clenches my cock, burying me deep inside of her.

“Fuck,” I mumble, enjoying her warmth and tightness.

She reaches up, placing her hands behind her head, holding her hair in a mound on top of her head. She makes the sexiest noises sliding up and down my cock. Everything she is doing brings me so close to coming, but I don’t want to let go, so I take both of my hands and brace them on her hips, stopping her from moving. She looks at me confused. “Tits in my mouth, NOW!”

“But I like riding your cock.”

“And I love your pussy.” I pull her down to me, my eyes on her hard nipples. “But I don’t want to come yet.” I wrap my lips around her soft skin, sucking and flicking, causing her to whine in pleasure and she begins to bounce her ass, grinding her pussy on me.

The friction is so hard. Our hot and sweaty bodies are a perfect melody together and as I move to her other nipple, she slips away, sitting all the way up and fucking me hard. I watch her body and how the impact of my cock bounces her boobs.

“Fuck me, baby,” I order her, feeling my orgasm starting. She moves faster and I watch her for as long as I can. The flawlessness that is her body on top of mine pushes me over and I let go, shutting my eyes tight and pumping my hips upward. She bounces downward, working against me, and I come hard, so intense and so fucking delicious that I have to flip her over, pummeling myself inside of her.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” I ask, fucking her vigorously.

“Yes,” she says through a labored breath, wrapping one leg around me. Leaning up, I brace my weight on one side of her, and grip her thigh with my other hand getting lost in this moment, in this desire, with Ivy. Holding on to her tightly as we fuck, nothing else matters as I am inside of her, all of the pain of our past vanishes.