Page 74 of Born To Be Bad

“Oh, is that how it’s going to be?” I ask, remembering our impromptu wrestling match on the tarpaulin at the villa.

“Yes,” she replies. “I will not crawl willingly into your … mandibles.”

I chuckle. “Mandibles? I seem to have been unknowingly downgraded from Kraken.”

“Perhaps that would be more fitting, given the seaweed situation.”

I crawl over to her again, and this time she doesn’t push me away.

Ivy rubs the slime on her arms. “It actually feels quite nice, when you get used to it. Everything just … glides.”

My cock twitches, thinking of how I’d like to glide into her. I pull her towards me, and there’s nothing she can do about it. She doesn’t shriek like I expect her to.

“Don’t make me laugh again,” Ivy pleads. “My abs can’t handle it.”

I start stroking her, my hands sailing over her skin. Her tits feel as amazing as they look. Zero friction, all glide. I spend time massaging her breasts, enjoying every square inch of them, her nipples like pebbles. Ivy reaches for my cock, and her touch feels incredible, so smooth and silky.

“Wow,” she says. “This is so cool.”

With her hand stroking my cock, I start on her pussy, gently feeling her labia and clit, enjoying the odd but pleasant sensation of everything being so slick. Usually, I’d take my time penetrating her, but with everything so slippery I can’t help sliding my fingers inside her. They glide right in, and she gasps in surprise and pleasure.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Fuck, yes,” she replies. “It feels really good.”

“So now you like it?”

She pants a little. “Yes. Can we get a slime pool for your dungeon?”

“Hmm,” I say, non-committal. I’m all for cutting-edge kink but the cleanup would be decidedly unsexy.

Ivy gasps again as I add another finger and use my thumb on her clit. She increases her grip pressure on me, making me echo her sharp inhalation. Stroking each other, we get lost in the sensation as our climaxes build.

“Holy shit,” exclaims Ivy. “I’m getting close.”

“I want you to come on me,” I say. “I fucking love being inside you when you come.”

Ivy exclaims again. “Well,” she pants. “What are you waiting for?”

“I want to draw it out. It’s been too quick. I want to savor it.”

“But I’m so close,” she moans.

“You’ll have to wait,” I say.

Ivy locks my gaze. “Tell me what it was like to fuck Freya.”

“Jesus, Ivy.”

She squeezes me harder. “Tell me what it was like to fuck us together like that.”

“It was … incredible,” I say. “The best.”

“The best threesome?”

“Yes,” I say. “By far.”

“How many have you had?”

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