Page 156 of Thorns of Malice

I step over to her, feeling everything I felt years ago but so much more intensely. I'm not worried anymore about what I should or shouldn't say or do. Ivy's wiped my worry away, and she's right.

We are who we are, and this is Ivy and me. Wrongly or rightly, I've created this scenario, and she's chosen not to let it go, so there's no reason to try and stop it.

I give in to all my demons, all of the years of holding on to memories and chasing replays I thought would never happen. I drop my pants and lean against the counter.

She glances at my cock and smiles seductively at me. She coyly asks, "Dax Carrington, why is your dick out?"

I curl my finger toward her.

She slinks over to me, grazing her finger up my chest, and tilts her head. Her blues shine brighter, and it makes me want her more.

I tug her hair back, and she inhales sharply. I lean over her lips, staring at them, and then give her a quick kiss, but I don't let her tongue hit mine. She tries, and I pull back, ordering, "Be a good little whore and get on your knees. I want to see those beautiful, slutty whore-red lips mark my cock."

She gives me another heated look and slowly drops to the floor, dragging her palms down my torso until her face is in front of my dick. She looks up at me, and I grunt. She licks my shaft with long strokes until it's covered in her spit, then she takes all of my erection into her mouth, deep-throating me.

I groan, grab her hair, thrust into her mouth a few times, then pull back.

Her glistening blue eyes rise in question.

"Tell me," I order.

She licks the tip of my dick and breathes, "My slutty lips love your cock."

Fire ignites in my cells, raging through my body. "And?"

"Let me be your dirty whore, Dax. Please," she begs in a desperate voice, and pre-cum seeps out of my cock.

I let her suck me a few more minutes and then I pull her off me again.

She's breathing hard.

My chest rises and falls faster. I order, "Tell me again."

Her lips tremble. "I'm your dirty, filthy whore." She flicks her tongue, lapping up more pre-cum.

"And?" I bark out.

"And I'm going to be your dirty, little slut forever. Now, let my slutty lips suck you dry so you can recover. When we get home, you're feeding your cock into my greedy pussy."

I breath out a curse and push her back over me, thrusting into her mouth faster and faster, until I can't contain the buzzing within my veins.

I explode within her, shouting out, "I fucking love you, my fucking sexy little slut!"

She continues to suck me dry until I can barely stand and I'm gripping the edge of the counter with both hands. Her nails dig into my hips, and the pain has never felt so good.

When there's nothing left, I'm breathing hard, and she pulls back and rises. She grabs a tissue, pats her lips, and tosses it in the trash.

I blurt out, "You don't know how beautiful you are, baby girl."

Her lips twitch. She opens her purse and grabs a wet wipe. She hands one to me and then takes one out and wipes off the smeared lipstick around her mouth.

I clean myself up, being careful to leave some of the marks on me, focusing on just my cum. When I'm satisfied, I pull up my pants and secure them. I step behind her and slide my arms around her.

She stares at me in the mirror, a tiny smile dancing on her expression.

I admit, "Do you know that the only time I've ever been happy is with you?"

Her smile widens.

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