Page 69 of Thorns of Malice

"Yes."

What am I doing?

She loves it.

I made her this way.

"I'll be the best dirty whore you've ever had, Dax. Now, fuck me everywhere," she demands.

Endorphins hit me hard, crashing through my cells, making me feel so alive I get dizzy. I battle my role from years ago, wanting everything we had but to still do better. I blurt out, "No. You're not a slut or whore, baby girl."

"No. Don't play with me. I-I need it."

"What do you think I need, Ivy?"

"The same thing my body has to have," she claims.

I palm her ass with my other hand.

She closes her eyes.

I pull my finger out of her and trace around the thin material. "You still look good in this color, gorgeous."

She breathes as if in relief.

I slide my finger between her legs, grazing the wet lace, letting my demons win again. "Ah, good little slut. So fucking wet for me, aren't you?"

"Yes. Always."

"You've been wanting it all night, haven't you? You and this greedy little cunt of yours."

"Yes, Dax. I... Fuck me in my pussy, then my ass. Fuck your dirty little whore every way."

"No," I say, my pulse skyrocketing.

"Please," she begs.

I spin her and move her quickly over to the bed. "Get on your knees. Show me what your beautiful slutty lips are dying for," I order, pushing her down.

She doesn't resist, and I don't have to tell her what to do. Her tongue flicks my cock just like I taught her, until it's soaking wet, and then she's sucking it.

I grip her hair in my hand, pushing her toward me, controlling the speed, barely able to contain myself. I grit out, "Fuck, you little whore. Your mouth's gotten better, not worse, over the years."

She digs her nails into my hips just like she used to.

I glance down at the whore-red lipstick smearing around her mouth and my cock, the stain deepening every time I move in and out of her.

Her eyes water. Tears roll down her flushed cheeks.

I move her faster and faster over me until I'm about to come. Then I push her off.

She wipes her mouth, breathing hard. The whore-red lipstick smears on the back of her hand. Blue fire glows hotter in her eyes.

It's a look that's haunted my dreams.

It's one I never thought I'd see again.

I can't wait any longer. I move toward her and pull her up. I press my mouth against hers, unclasp her bra, and push it off. It hangs between us. I move my hands to her hips, sliding her panties down so they fall on the floor. I spin her to face the bed.

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