Page 175 of Seeds of Malice

Then Lilly joins Ivy, trembling into a high.

Bobby's expression darkens. He glances at me quickly before refocusing on the girls.

The night's just beginning. It's everything I've been planning since I laid eyes on Ivy. My dick has never been harder.

Their cries intensify, and I murmur into Ivy's ear, "Say it."

She mumbles against Lilly's mouth, "I'm your dirty slut, Dax."

Bobby grins and then yanks on Lilly's thong until it snaps.

She yelps into Ivy's mouth, arching her breasts into her.

Bobby's wicked expression grows. He declares, "Let the games begin."

A mix of endorphins and hesitation fills me. It's never happened before.

Bobby nods.

I take a deep breath, yank Ivy's panties until they rip, and tell myself to stop being a pussy.

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Ivy

"Oh!" I gasp as Dax snaps my thong off my body. He holds my head firmly, and Lilly's tongue flicks back into my mouth. He circles my clit quickly, and everything spins with a new high.

Adrenaline pounds through my cells. Endorphins explode so intensely that I almost black out.

"Fuck, my little slut. No one's as sexy as you," Dax murmurs in my ear.

Lilly's tits slide against mine, but I'm no longer worried. I'm too engaged in what's happening to even think. Plus, Dax continues to encourage me, praising me every step of the way, his cock hard against my pussy.

"I am so glad you're not a prude," Bobby booms, pulling me out of my trance.

Dax's hands pause, and I retreat from Lilly.

I glare at Bobby. "Stop calling me a prude. I'm not."

"I said I'm glad you're not," he reiterates, his lips twisting in a mischievous grin.

Dax kisses my shoulder, and tingles run down my spine. "Ivy's not a prude. She's my sexy little slut, aren't you, baby girl?"

Heat flares hotter on my cheeks. I quickly glance at Lilly and Bobby, then back at Dax.

He's never called me a slut or a whore in front of anyone before. It takes me a minute to recover.

He strokes my cheek. "My sexy slut."

"Lilly's a good little slut, too, aren't you, baby?" Bobby chimes in.

She giggles and then squeezes my breast. "Yeah, it's way more fun being that than a prude, right?"

I glance back at her.

She smiles bigger.

She continues, "I don't understand why people are prudes. Life is so much better having orgasms, isn't it, Ivy?"

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