Ivar rolled his eyes and groaned at her explanation, “Enough talking!” Combined with her pleas, his hand gripped tightly in her hair and forced her down, guiding her mouth to meet the head of his cock.

“Bite me and you will wish for a quick death!” He added- something he didn’t typically tell women but this girl was mouthy and fighting back which gave him an inkling that she could rebel. Still, he tried to focus on the wetness and warmth that instantly surrounded his hard member. A sensation that sent a shiver through him as he began to push and pull with his hand to force her struggling mouth to move up and down and pleasure him.