Chapter Thirty-Three.

“Fuck yes.”

Joan let out a sweet, little cry from her lips as her hands fell to Ivan’s strong chest, rotating her hips on his manhood. She bent backwards with her long dusty-brown hair as his hands clasped firmly around her throat.

He pushed into her, thrusting aggressively and the creaks of the bed became louder as they approached climax, luckily the door was sealed shut—in an entirely baby-proof apartment. This was the only upside since Isabella left.

Ivan was the only upside in her life, right now.

“Harder” She was insatiable, and he groaned deeply from the back of his throat in pleasure. Her perky breasts bounced in the silhouette across the walls as Joan’s moans intensified. He was like a god, and even fucked like one. Hell, she could straddle him all day. Moving her hips in a circular motion, Ivan began to jerk forward, burying his chest between the warmth of her bosoms.

Her wetness was the lube as she thrusted back and forth.

His teeth met her hard rock nipples and her hands