Ivy felt her own breathing turning rapid.
’He is too big... when the ti cos... I wonder if I will..’ Ivy’s face slowly turned red.
"Silas..." She called out hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper still held the sa charm she had when she had moaned his na.
Silas could feel pain in his groin. He was a healthy young man in his early twenties, and having abstained for so long, his resolve to hold on was on the verge of collapsing.
"Hm?" His deep magnetic voice made Ivy’s heart tremble.
"Your cock is still poking ... are you not satisfied yet?" Ivy’s voice was tinged with shyness, and she tried her best to act confident, yet the slight crack in her voice exposed her true feelings.
Silas chuckled helplessly.
’Does she truly think two rounds can be enough for ?’ His lips curled into a smirk. "Baby... you will get used to it."
’Used to it? Was this still human language?’ Ivy bit her lips, and a moan almost escaped her lips when Silas’s hand resting on her hips slowly traveled to her waist.
The soft caressing by the calloused hand on her waist made her moan.
"Ngh..."
Goosebumps rose all over Ivy’s body, and she was about to stop the naughty hand roaming on her waist when suddenly she was flipped.
Her back was now touching Silas’s chest; she heard his deep, raspy voice, "Stay still. I know you are tired, so rest."
Before Ivy could understand, Silas’s hand resting on her waist slid to her breast, and he gave a firm squeeze, while his hard cock moved between her thighs.
With no fabric in between, she could feel the heat radiating from Silas’s hard cock and choked back the moan escaping from her lips.
’Rest? How am I supposed to rest? Oh... oh... god...’ Ivy couldn’t even think straight. The slight friction between the hard cock and her clit made her lose her rationality.
Ivy didn’t rember the number of tis Silas did everything on his own. The only thing she rembered was that he definitely wasn’t satisfied by two tis.
Though they didn’t go all the way to third base, the number of tis Silas used creative ways to release himself was enough to make Ivy feel it would have been better if they had done the deed.
When Silas finally cald down, Ivy blurted out,
"The day we go to the third base, make sure to masturbate 4 tis before taking any real action!"
Silas was stunned before realizing what she ant.
"Hahaha!" Silas’s hearty laughter echoed in the hollow silence of the bedroom, causing Ivy’s entire face to turn deep crimson.
"Don’t laugh!" Ivy shouted. She was only proposing a practical solution. She truly won’t be able to keep up with Silas if he doesn’t follow her order.
"I... haha... I am sorry... haha... I couldn’t... Oh god... haha." Silas wiped away the tears ford at the corner of his eyes from laughing and hugged Ivy. "Baby... the problem is not . It’s you."
Ivy opened her mouth to throw back a retort; however, the next second, the familiar woody scent assaulted her nose and enveloped her.
"No one in this world can resist you, my love. You are so precious... and so lovable that even I was drawn. I will try my best to restrain myself during our first ti, but baby, you should seriously work on your stamina."
A gentle piece of advice, and yet it provoked the defiant streak in Ivy. She argued, "Your stamina is monstrous! It is not my mistake!"
"Yes! Yes! Everything is my mistake." Silas kissed her forehead; his deep bass voice was full of patience and gentleness, only his eyes flashed with a aningful look.
’It would be better if I could get a pair of hens. That way, I will have a daily supply of eggs. Maybe then her stamina will increase. Oh, there was also fish...’
Unaware of her boyfriend’s thought process, Ivy was satisfied. Then suddenly she thought of sothing and narrowed her eyes.
"How are you so skilled?"
Silas’s finger was too skillful. As if he had practiced multiple tis.
Ivy accepted that Patricia’s arrival had indeed filled her with slight insecurity. Even though Silas accepted it was all his plan, the seed of doubt was planted, and now doubts, which Ivy never thought would arise in her mind, started to sprout.
Silas froze for a brief second before replying vaguely, "I am just naturally talented."
The hesitancy in his voice made Lana’s heart skip a beat, and she stared at him intently. "Oh, really?"
"Yes." Silas kept his eyes closed, and his voice didn’t betray even a single emotion.
Ivy lowered her head but didn’t continue to press further. Before she could overthink, though, Silas brought her to the bathroom and skillfully wiped her clean.
When they erged from the bathroom, Ivy had fallen asleep while Silas was carrying her toward his bed.
After placing her on the mattress, he stared at her face before kissing her forehead and lying beside her.
Ivy had asked how he had known so much... when, in reality, after realizing his feelings, he always had dreams.
Dreams in which he got together with Ivy and did many inexplicable things to her. Each ti he learned sothing, he would practice it with the dream Ivy.
And as absurd as it may seem, each ti he got a better understanding of her body.
Hence, when it ca ti to put practice into action... the results were unexpectedly good.
But he couldn’t reveal to Ivy that since his teenage years... he has... dreamt of banging her, right?
So he remained silent. He wanted to maintain his image as a gentle lover that she always sees him with.
Silas knew better than anyone... he wasn’t normal, and it was due to his condition... OLD.
Obsessive Love Disorder.
He loved Ivy to the point that he was ready to hide his dark side and present the side she liked to see.
During their schooling years, he realized her preference, and from then on... till now, he always acted like she wanted.
As a result... even though she never said yes to him, no one else ever caught her eye.
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