Page 55 of Seeds of Malice

His lips twitch. "I don't know. Why don't you show me?" He puts his hand on my head and gives me a little push.

I take a deep breath, kiss his chest, and make my way down his torso, pressing my lips against every one of his cut abs.

Everything about Dax Carrington is perfect. His body, kisses, attention, and how he protects and holds me make me feel likethe only girl in the world. All he has to do is look at me and I feel that way. So there's nothing I want to do more than please him.

Even if I'm clueless about how to do it, I'm on a mission.

My face hovers above his cock. He's shaved, which surprises me. I assumed there'd be pubic hair there, and I like that there's not.

My insides quiver while I stare at his huge cock. At least I think it's huge. But then again, I don't know what's normal. And I wonder how I'm going to fit it in my mouth.

"Just start with a lick, gorgeous," he suggests.

Nervously, I obey him. I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. I start at the base and work my way up.

He groans softly, gently caressing my head. Then he praises, "That's it, baby girl. Keep doing that. Get all of it wet before it goes into your slutty mouth."

My insides once again throb, and I wonder why his dirty talk that should offend me, doesn't.

I make my way around his cock until it's dripping wet with my spit.

Then he directs, "Now put me in your mouth."

My butterflies flutter faster. I take another breath, stare at his huge dick, and think about the size of my mouth compared to it.

"It's okay, my sexy whore. Just try it," he urges, then adds, "I need to be in your mouth, baby girl. I'm desperate for you."

Everything about that statement sends a surge of adrenaline through me.

Dax Carrington is desperate forme, not Cindy, Marcey, or any other girls around here.

Me.

Pride sweeps through me. Maybe it's the alcohol. I'm normally not a prideful person. But I carefully move my mouth over the head of his cock, and he groans, then pushes me down farther until it's in the back of my throat.

There are still several inches to go. I go rigid and start to panic.

He orders, "Open up the back of your throat, my little slut." He pushes me farther, and I gag.

He pulls me back.

"I'm sorry," I fret, and my eyes water as I try to catch my breath.

He sternly states, "You have to learn to open your throat. But don't worry. You will. You know why, Ivy?"

I clear my throat. "No. Why?"

He gives me a heated look, slides his hand over my sensitive tit, and pinches my nipple. My pussy throbs, and he states, "You're my slut, Ivy. Mine. And we're perfect together."

My heart soars.

Yes! We are!

His statement makes me want to please him more.

He pins his challenging stare on mine, questioning, "Now, are you ready to try again?"

"Yes," I admit, eager to please him.

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