Page 52 of Seeds of Malice

She timidly asks, "It is?"

I don't answer her, wanting to be sure she's telling the truth and finding it hard to believe. "You've never made yourself come?"

"No," she says, her face again filling with embarrassment.

I kiss her lips, move my mouth to her ear, lick her lobe, and whisper, "I guess this is good then, baby girl. I'm the one who will show you how good I can make you feel. Just relax. Okay?"

"Mm-hmm," she says, squirming slightly underneath me.

I move my body down, hating the fact that she has to let go of my cock. I put my face right into her pussy, slowly licking it, staring at her, watching the way her mouth opens and her breathing becomes labored.

How long has it been since I did anything with anyone inexperienced?

I rack my brain.

Too fucking long. All the girls around here are only virgins until they are twelve, maybe thirteen.

Ivy's eyes turn glassy. And I know it's not the alcohol. I'm an expert at licking, sucking, and fucking. But Jesus, her pussy tastes good, and it's pinker than I thought it would be.

I get her to the point she's going to come and then I stop and look up.

She gapes at me, waiting, her hands clenched in my hair.

I demand, "Tell me to make you come."

Her eyes widen. She shuts her mouth and swallows hard, then licks her lips.

"Tell me to make you come," I repeat.

She mutters, and her voice cracks, "Make me come."

"Tell me you're my slut and to make you come," I order.

She stares at me again.

"Baby girl, tell me. I need to know you want this," I confess, then add, "It pleases me. And you want to please me, right?"

She nods.

"Good. Then be my good wet whore and tell me you want to come."

"Didn't I already?" she asks, her maroon cheeks turning purple.

Jesus, she doesn't even know what a fucking orgasm is?

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

I can't help but grin. "No, sexy slut. You haven't. Now be a good girl and tell me you're my slut and want to come. And use my name."

Her voice cracks even worse. "I-I'm your slut. Make me come, Dax."

Pre-cum seeps out of my cock, and my balls throb. It's something else that never happens. It takes me a long time for anything to leak out of me these days.

"Good little slut," I mutter, then go back down on her, working her pussy hard until she's crying out and shaking underneath me, writhing from the pleasure.

I extend her orgasm for as long as possible. And when I finally come up for air, she's spent. Sweat covers her quivering body.

It's one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

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