Temptation Ivy Smoak Novels & Stories

she gasps out desperately. I can feel her pulsing beneath my tongue, and rivulets of clear liquid run down her legs. I don’t let up, though. I continue to eat her out, enjoying the sweet sound of her broken gasps and moans. “Spencer, Spencer, Spencer you’re making me feel so good…” Ivy says, words barely audible. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and the bedsheets are soaked beneath her. As Ivy reaches her second climax, she seems even more ruined than before. Her makeup is running down her face in thick streaks of black, and she’s almost unbelievably wet. She’s past the point of words, and has been reduced to nothing but heavy breathing and wanton moans.

And now here I am, out back, with my hands up her shirt, cupping the most perfect breasts in existence, while my cock swells thicker and thicker by the second. The scent of dirt and old food hangs in the air, but all I can smell is Ivy. Her scent overwhelms me, making me woozy like a drug. It’s delicious and sensual, like vanilla hiding under the slight hint of engine grease. Which makes sense, considering what she does for a living. We both have that scent on us. Shemay not be from the depths and depravity of my world, but she’s in its orbit.

Then she smirked. The next day, Ivy woke up, in a bright mood, hoping she was going to see Alexander again. She felt it was a given, since he had given her his coat, and didn’t collect it back, when he was leaving. She smiled at the thought of him, using tactics to see her again. “Feels so nice to have something to look forward to, during the day.” She said, to herself. She got ready for the day, and bade her son, and Piper, goodbye. Ivy tried hard to resist many temptations, to call Alexander. She didn’t want to come off as being desperate, so she decided to focus on work, until it was evening.

I quickly looked around the site and was amazed by what I saw. 'Gosh,' I've been busy watching that porn while waiting for Ryker to get home. I bit my lower lip while watching. My body became tense, and I wanted to feel what the lady on the tabletop screen felt. The man in the video is called Damon Dice. He's hot, and the way they film seems real. It's the first time I've watched something like this, so it's a different feeling, and I'm still thinking about what happened with Ryker. I couldn't help but bite my lip as I watched what the players were doing in the movie. I gulped as I focused on what the woman was doing. She's sucking him as if she enjoys what she's doing. The man looked up wit

Perfect. "He'll visit. You'll be sympathetic. That's it." As she stepped into the shower, she noticed the bottle of Fresh Freesia shower gel. Jess was always leaving fancy gels and shampoos in here for her. Mattie started to reach for her own bar of Ivory like she always did but paused. What would it hurt? Surely one fresh freesia shower wouldn't spoil her forever. As she flipped open the cap and inhaled the light floral scent, she found herself humming "Love is a Battlefield."

She obliged while pouting. Wanting to relax, I pulled out a stick of cigarette out of my pocket and put it into my mouth. Smoking calmed me. Maybe it would help me calm my nerves while I think about what I should do with this woman. I was about to light the cigarette when I stopped seeing the look of disappointment on her face. "Really? You're going to smoke here even if I am here?” I stopped mid-air and pocketed my lighter once again without throwing the cigarette. “Why are you doing this, Miss Nathalia?” I asked.

I need more of it. I grin. This is exactly what I needed to take the edge off and forget about my little bird. Until she pushes herself to the forefront of my mind, of course. *** Smoke plumes around my head as I shove my left hand into the pocket of my jeans. My right hand flicks away the ash at the end of the cigarette, falling to the filthy sidewalk. Sighing, I glance up at the apartment buildings as I pass by. It’s nearly 1:00 in the morning, but there are plenty of lights on, illuminating the room behind the sheer curtains. Harlem isn’t the safest area of the city, so who knows what is happening behind closed doors in these buildings.

The glass of scotch in Victor’s hand was his fourth in two hours. He sat in the rear corner booth of The Cerberus Club, an underground, invitation-only sanctuary tucked beneath a historic brownstone in Gramercy. The air was thick with the scent of hand-rolled cigars, aged leather, and bitter amber spirits. Warm amber sconces threw long, velvet shadows across the dark mahogany paneling.

Harley said it in serious tone because the things that is coming not something that they can easily handle. Howard exhales heavily. “ Oh my God Howard! I thought I will see you when all the leaf are falling down, ” Evan that are come out of nowhere takes Howard as soon as he saw him then he touch Howard hair on purpose. “ That’s full of meaning huh?, ” Howard slap Evan hand from touching his hairs. Evan chuckles while naughtily wink at Howard. Howard just make an annoying face as he disgusting with the wink that Evan gave to him. “ Old boy come to play hmm?, ” Evan patting Howard shoulder with a smile on his face.

" I typed and added an emoji with raised eyebrow at the end before sending it to her. I pressed the back button and clicked on Vince's number. Vince : Are you okay? I smile at his question and the hidden concern behind his question before I started typing the answer. Me : Very. How about you? I clicked on sent. I was waiting for his response when I felt his eyes on me the whole time. I switched my phone off and stood up from the chair. He narrowed his eyes together for a minute but then eased the tensed muscles on his face. "Let's go." He said. "Where?" I asked him, confused. "Our room." He answered. "My room is that way." I tested him as a teasing smile stretched on my lips. "Do not tempt m