Page 70 of Thorns of Malice

Ivy's hands fly to the mattress. Her bra falls with the movement. I kiss her back, trailing down her spine as she quivers. I pause at her ass cheeks, inhaling deeply before pulling back and smacking it.

"Fuck, Dax!" she yells.

I hold her with my forearm and then smack it several more times. "You fucking dirty whore, disobeying me down there. What the fuck were you thinking, Ivy?" I accuse, continuing to smack her ass.

She screams, "Yes! Oh God, yes!"

I rub the sting out and press my lips back to her spine, moving them up until my lips are near her ear. I murmur, "You're mine, Ivy. You've always been mine. You don't get anyone else but me. Do you understand that?"

She stays quiet.

"Be a good little slut, and tell me this greedy pussy's mine and only mine," I demand.

"If it's yours, you better take it," she threatens.

A tidal wave of testosterone courses through me, burning right to my soul. I toss her onto the bed, pinning her body against the mattress.

She sharply inhales.

I raise her leg, entering her in one thrust.

"Oh fuck, Dax. Oh God!" she screams as I thrust fast, not showing any mercy or giving her body any time to get used to mine.

"Harder. My slutty cunt needs it harder," she cries out.

I groan. It's all too much. Her scent, her body against mine, and her voice desperately declaring all the things I've been dying to hear after all these years.

She whimpers, trembling.

I slow down and dip my head to her breasts, muttering, "Fucking C cups," then sucking on her puckered nipple.

She arches her back, slides her hand in my hair, and presses me closer to her.

I suck hard and don't let up, wanting to mark her like I used to.

She thrusts her hips faster, trying to get me to increase my pace.

I release her breasts, brushing my lips against hers, taunting, "Fucking greedy cunt."

"Yes. Yours," she barely gets out before her eyes roll and her orgasm hits. Her body violently shakes.

I continue thrusting, knowing how I used to keep her high for a long time, not willing to let myself come and end the moment. I grunt. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes! I'm your dirty whore!"

"Is this what you need?"

"Y-yes!"

"Say you need me," I demand.

"I need you, Dax," she cries, another violent orgasm hitting her as she trembles beneath me.

"Whose little slut are you?" I demand.

"Yours. I'm your slut, Dax!"

I'm about to come, so I pull out of her, sliding down her body, pressing her legs wider. I flick my tongue on her clit.

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