Page 121 of Thorns of Malice

"Tell me," he insists.

"I'm your dirty whore. Oh fuck, Dax. I'm your dirty whore," I breathe, tugging his hair and then sliding my tongue back into his mouth.

He mumbles through our kisses, "My gorgeous girl has a greedy cunt."

Adrenaline races through my veins. My pussy spasms, trying to get every bit of his cock and never let it go.

He tugs my hair and looms over me, pounding into me hard, his cheeks red and skin glistening. "Who gives you what you need, my little whore?"

"You do," I answer, a shiver rolling through my body.

"Don't you dare come and not say it!" he barks.

My eyes roll, and I cry out, "I love it when you fuck my slutty pussy!"

"Jesus, Ivy," he grits through his teeth.

Endorphins attack me, relieving me of my demons, giving me the one thing I constantly crave.

But I want more.

Fire blazes between us, and sweat pops out on our skin. I beg, my eyes welling, "Don't come! Please, don't come."

He groans, fighting through it, and my high begins to ebb. He lowers me onto my back, pulling out of me and moving my feet to the edge of the counter. He discards his shirt and cages his body over mine.

The cold quartz barely registers. His warm skin intoxicates me too much.

His eyes darken, and he demands, "Say it."

My butterflies attack me. I blurt out, "Fuck my slutty ass!"

He shoves his cock inside me, groaning so loud it overpowers my moan until his lips are once again on mine.

Incoherent sounds fill the air, mixing with hot arousal. The room closes in on us.

Dax never wavers, thrusting mercilessly and clenching his jaw while pinning his gaze on mine. He grits, "Say it."

I blurt out, "I'm your dirty whore!"

"What else, baby girl?"

"I love it when you fuck my slutty ass!" More relief fills me.

He thrusts a few more times, and his erection swells, taunting me further. "You're my little slut, gorgeous! Only mine!"

"Yours," I agree, then reach for his head, desperately pressing my lips to his.

His cock slides in and out of me, and he grunts. "Time to come, my filthy whore!"

A tidal wave of endorphins drowns me, dragging me down into a state of euphoria.

"Fucking perfect little slut," he cries out, then groans. His body fills me to the point I see white light, and he buries his face into the curve of my neck, thrusting relentlessly.

Our climax shoots higher and then slows. Our chests press against each other, fighting for air.

We stay locked together, covered in sweat, our blood starting to cool.

He kisses my neck and mumbles, "I love you, Ivy."

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