Chapter 58: Begging

Ivy's POV

I can’t believe what a jerk Spencer is being right now.

He continues to fuck me shallowly, and it feels so, so good, but it’s not enough.

He’s torturing me.

He’s torturing me, and he knows it.

I look up at him with a resentful gaze, not quite sure what to do. My face is bright red. Catching my frustrated expression, Spencer smiles indulgently. He reaches forward and brushes the pad of his thumb against my lips, as if to say, “come kiss me.”

I don’t need any further encouragement. I wrap my arms around him tightly, pulling him close and crushing my mouth against his. Spencer moans into my mouth as he starts thrusting into me again, ramming me into the bedsheets. I can feel myself getting closer and closer, completely lost in my own pleasure as he continues to fuck me.

“Beg me,” Spencer urges between thrusts.

I can barely form words.

“I… I…”

“Come on, Ivy,” he says, thrusting me especially hard.

I moan, digging my fingers into his shoulders for balance.

“Just beg,” S