Page 183 of Seeds of Malice

Ivy's eyes dart toward him. She gapes.

I step back and drop my pants. My belt hits the floor just as loud.

She redirects her gaze to my cock.

I chuckle. "Whose cock do you like better? Bobby's or mine?"

Her eyes dart between both of us.

"Are you both the same size?" Lilly blurts out.

Bobby grunts. "No, I'm bigger than Dax."

"Bull-fucking-shit you are," I declare.

Ivy bursts out laughing, as does Lilly.

Lilly slides her arm around Ivy's shoulder. "Men and their cocks. It's a never-ending battle."

Ivy continues to giggle, then puts her hand over her mouth.

Lilly laughs harder, and Bobby and I begin to chuckle as well.

When the laughter subsides, I step in front of Ivy so my cock's against her stomach. I tug her hair back so her face is tilted toward the ceiling. I hover over it, studying her.

She bites on her lip. Her chest rises and falls faster.

I ask, "Who's my sexy slut?"

"I am," she quietly claims.

Bobby steps behind her.

My gut dives.

I shouldn't be doing this.

But this sets me up for game point.

Bobby slides his hand around Ivy's neck.

Her eyes widen.

He puts his lips near her ear. "I heard you tell Dax that you like it up the ass, Ivy."

She scrunches her forehead. Embarrassment fills her expression again.

Bile crawls up my throat. I swallow it and insist, "It's okay, baby girl. Be a good little slut and tell him what you like."

She hesitates.

Lilly volunteers, "I love it up my ass and my pussy."

Ivy looks at her from the corner of her eye. Bobby keeps his firm hold on her neck.

I snap, "You're going to wait your turn, Lilly. Ivy's earned first dibs. Understand?"

"Dax," Ivy whispers.

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