Page 53 of Seeds of Malice

I slide up against her, sticking my tongue in her mouth, stealing more of her breath. When I retreat, I keep close to her. "Do you smell that?"

"What?" she asks.

"Your hungry pussy. Do you smell how good it is? Did you taste your delicious, wet cunt?" I press.

Shock fills her face again.

"Don't you understand how good your slutty-self is, baby girl?"

She stays quiet with a fire in her eyes I've not seen before.

"Admit you love the taste of yourself and your scent on my breath. Otherwise, I won't feel comfortable pleasing you again," I threaten.

She blurts out, "I do."

"Good." I kiss her again, retreat and direct, "Now, I need these lips on my cock. Do you understand me?"

Fear overtakes her features.

I put on my hurt expression. "You don't want to? You don't like me?"

She shakes her head. "No, of course I like you."

"Then you want to be my good sexy slut and suck my cock, right? You want to lick it, taste it?" I push, using the same words I've used with I don't know how many women.

But then again, they weren't women. They were girls. Ivy may only be eighteen, but she seems more of a woman than anyone I've ever had, even though she's inexperienced.

I wait for her, and she finally nods, confessing, "Yeah, I do."

Giddiness flows through me. "You've been thinking about me and my cock, haven't you, my little whore?"

Her lips twitch, and I realize that she's into this. She's going to get wet every time I call her slut or whore going forward.

Her blush reappears, and she softly admits, "Yeah, I have."

Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I reply, "Good, baby girl. That's because we're meant to be together. Now, slide down and show me what you want to do to me with those slutty lips of yours."

9

Ivy

So much adrenaline rushes through me that I've never felt so high. It's an incredible feeling, and I wonder how I've missed out on this all this time. How it's possible that I've never let anyone touch me like this, or how Dax can make me feel so good.

Normally, I fight guys off. Sure, they've tried things while on dates. I even had a boyfriend for a while, but we didn't get past kissing. Anytime he tried anything, I shut him down. But with Dax, I don't want to stop. I want to do everything with him.

My conscience gets to me momentarily, and I wonder if I'm moving too fast.

"What's wrong?" Dax asks, stroking my head.

"I don't want you to think bad of me," I say quietly.

"Why would I think bad of you?"

"I don't want to be a real slut," I blurt out.

Amusement fills his expression. "Why? You'remyslut."

I tilt my head, but my lips twitch. I shouldn't let him call me his slut or whore, but my pussy aches every time he does.

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