Page 151 of Seeds of Malice

Her flush fills her face, and she beams. In a quiet voice, she asks, "Dax, what are we doing here?"

I push her against the bookcase. I take my arm and move it across the shelf so the books fly to the floor. They hit it with a loud bang.

"What are you doing?" she whispers, eyes wide.

I spin her so she's facing the shelf and pin her so her arms are forward. I murmur in her ear, "I'm taking what's mine, my little slut."

She gapes at me over her shoulder.

I move her ankle with my foot and pull up the mesh. I move the thong over, tug her hips up, and sink my cock into her.

"Oh God," she whimpers.

It's another thing that's changed. She no longer says oh gosh, or Lord. She says God.

I glance at the library camera blinking on the ceiling. I snarl, "You like that, my dirty whore?"

"Ohhh, Dax," she says, her pussy clenching me like it always does.

"Such a fucking greedy cunt." I grunt, already feeling the rush of being inside her. It happens every time. I don't know what it is about this girl.

She turns her head and looks at me from the corner of her eye. "Dax..." Her face turns hotter.

"Tell me how much your pussy loves me," I demand.

"I love it," she says.

"That's not what I said," I bark.

"My pussy loves your big cock," she cries out.

"Yeah. How do you want it?" I question.

"Harder," she cries out, and I groan, thrusting faster inside of her, moving deeper.

I've trained her so well. She doesn't even realize it, but I have, and the crazy part is it's happened so naturally. There hasn't been a lot of planning on my part. And the biggest surprise is that I've enjoyed every minute with her— more than I've ever enjoyed anyone.

"Dax," she cries out, her voice cracking.

I hold her neck down and squeeze a little harder. "Tell me you love me," I say, pounding into her.

"I love you. I love you so much," she cries out.

"Be quiet, you filthy whore," I demand and move my finger around to her clit, adding another source of pleasure for her.

It only takes a few seconds, and her body breaks into convulsions, her pussy spasming on me with desperation.

I grunt, continuing to pound into her. "Do you like it better in your pussy or your ass?" I question.

She moans, long and low.

"Answer me," I order, slightly out of breath.

"I-I can't answer that," she admits, and it only makes me happier.

It doesn't matter how I do it with Ivy—her mouth, her pussy, her tight asshole. She loves every second. She swallows me, licks me, does anything to pleasure me, and it's more than any woman I've ever been with. They all wanted me, but there's something different about Ivy wanting me.

It's real.

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