I admit, "You're the best little slut ever. I fucking love you." It comes out of me before I know what I'm saying.
Bobby grunts.
I ignore it.
A light in Ivy's eyes ignites. "I love you too, Dax."
"Let's give her what she wants," Bobby declares, pinning his challenging stare on me.
I stay silent.
Ivy takes it the wrong way. She murmurs, "Please, Dax. I didn't mean to be ungrateful."
"You're not."
"I'm not a prude," she adds, slightly slurring.
"Time to make Ivy come," Bobby demands.
"I'm next," Lilly volunteers.
Ivy's face scrunches.
"Shut up, Lilly," I order, then murmur in Ivy's ear, "It's you and me, baby girl. Okay?" I hold her face in front of mine.
She nervously smiles and nods. "Yes." She puts her hand on my cock and breathes, "I can't wait for you to pound into my greedy cunt."
Jesus.
Bobby groans and mutters, "You've trained her well."
Ivy furrows her forehead.
Do it before Bobby ruins everything between us.
I kiss Ivy and murmur, "Come and get your gift, gorgeous."
She hesitates, swallows hard, then smiles. "H-how does this work?"
I kiss her again and direct, "You're going to straddle me, and I'm going to lean back so Bobby has access to your ass."
"Then what do I do?" she nervously questions.
I kiss her again. "You enjoy yourself, baby girl. Bobby and I got you, okay?"
She inhales and exhales deeply, and the fire in her eyes grows hotter.
I motion to Bobby, and we help Ivy get into position so her knees rest on the desk, on both sides of my hips. Her wet pussy teases the head of my cock as it pulses with anticipation.
Bobby moves behind her.
I demand, "What are you waiting for, baby girl? Take me."
She sinks down on me, and her eyes close. A moan rolls out of her.
"Hold on to me," I tell her, wrapping my arms around her.
She laces her fingers around my neck, sliding her hands in my hair, and I shut my eyes for a minute, pretending it's just her and me.