Page 56 of Seeds of Malice

His lips curl. "Good girl. When you finish, I'm going to play with that wet cunt of yours some more. Now, proceed."

Normally, any man saying the c-word or ordering me around would piss me off, but everything about Dax doing it turns me on. And my lower body turns hotter at the thought of him touching me down there again.

I returned to his cock, determined to be good for him, to please him like he's pleased me, and to make him happy.

This time, I get all of him into my mouth, and he slides all ten of his fingers through my hair and starts moving my head up and down, guiding me while groaning, "Fuck, you're fucking good at this."

Pride swells within me until a loud banging noise pulls me out of my trance. My father's voice booms, "Ivy, get out here."

I freeze. My heart beats faster, and my pulse pounds in my neck. I gape at Dax.

He doesn't even look scared, only annoyed, making him even more attractive to me.

My father shouts, "Ivy, I know you're in there!"

I attempt to roll off Dax, but he shoves me back on his cock, ordering, "Ignore him."

"Ivy," my father cries out, pounding harder on the door.

Dax pushes me faster, and my eyes water so much, tears drip down my cheeks. His erection hardens even more while my father continues to bark my name and bang on the door.

"Fuck, you're amazing, my little slut," Dax praises, keeping me positioned over him at the same pace.

Dad rages. "I'm going to knock this fucking door down if you don't come out here right now."

My father never curses in front of me. It's another shock to my system, but I don't have time to process anything.

Dax just keeps me locked on his cock, moving my head up and down and commending, "That's it. That's it, baby girl. Come on, my sexy whore, don't let me down."

Everything's confusing, scary, and laced with adrenaline. I don't understand why, and my father's angry voice becomes louder. It's beyond petrifying, but Dax's salty cum drips onto my tongue, and his shaft swells in my mouth.

"Touch yourself," Dax demands.

"Ivy!" my father explodes.

"Hand on your pussy, my good little slut," Dax grunts out.

I move one hand to my upper thigh. Juices slide down my skin, and I touch my pussy.

"Give me your hand," Dax orders, and his scent and taste overwhelm me.

I move my hand to his torso.

"Goddamnit, you bastard! Let me in!" Dad fumes.

Dax takes my fingers and sucks on them, then groans. "Fuck, baby girl, you're the best-tasting slut ever," he grits through his teeth, keeping me locked on his dick.

My pussy throbs harder. He reaches down and pinches my nipple, and I moan.

And I can't understand any of this. Everything spins, probably from the champagne. Adrenaline pounds through me, and the more my father yells and bangs on the door, the more Dax groans in pleasure and hardens in my mouth.

All I want is more of his salty taste. I want to make him come and please him better than anyone else ever has.

"Ivy!"

"I need you, baby girl. I do. Keep going. Don't stop. Don't you dare let him stop us from being together," Dax pants.

My head spins faster, but I couldn't get Dax's cock out of my mouth if I tried. He has me pinned, in control of his pleasure, and waterfalls of tears streaming down my cheeks.

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