Page 114 of Ivy's Venom

Neil: Is everything okay?

Neil: I’m calling your house.

Neil: Spoke to your dad… call me when you can.

Me: Sorry Mom dragged me on an impromptu trip to New York.

Neil: It’s okay. I was worried. How’s the trip?

Me: I want to come home now.

We text for a bit longer and then my phone dies. I roll over with a huff and shut my eyes. I finally feel something like contentment settle in my chest, I no longer feel guilty about Charlotte, and I’m free from my abusers.

Maybe now, life can just be normal.

Our second-year anniversary is tomorrow and I am nervous as a motherfucker. I know she loves me and I know she wants to spend forever with me, but I’m still nervous. I pull the ring box out of my pocket and stare at it. This fucker cost me a near fortune and I thank the fact that I am now Vice President of Legendary Wheels.

Ivy comes home from school today for reading week and I can’t wait to sink myself so deep inside of her, then ask her to be my wife. My family is so excited and even Dad has decorated the backyard.

Rodney Jones came out of rehab a changed man and has never looked at another drink. Amelia is doing well in high school and I’m so proud of her. Everything fell into place perfectly after Ivy’s accident and I just want to make the rest of her life something she is deserving of.

I guzzle down my bottle of water. I wish I could have something stronger but we don’t have alcohol in this house, and I respect my father’s wishes. I hear a car pull up in the driveway and I know it’s the Greenes, Vin texted me when they were leaving.

My stomach tries to force itself up my throat as I breathe to try and pull myself together. She won't say no to me, she wouldn’t, right? Ivy is really independent and we’ve never discussed marriage. It took everything to sit her down and talk about our relationship, making it clear we were exclusive.

“Hey!” Vin’s voice screams out from the front door. “We’re here!”

I rush out and I’m nearly plowed down when Ivy jumps up on me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Hi baby!” She screams and I chuckle.

“Hey.” I kiss her softly.

“Hi Neil.” Ember kisses my cheek and Vin shoots me a wink.

“Sup, bro?” Saxon nods, his voice cracking with puberty.

“I want like four hotdogs!” Dahlia screams and runs for the backyard.

“Oh, I want a hot dog, too.” Ivy breathes in my ear and I’m instantly hard. “Let them go outside, I think I can have you cumming down my throat in two minutes tops.”

“Ivy.” I say her name low with warning.

She drops her feet to the floor and yanks on my arm, pulling me into Shay’s pantry. It’s fucking small and we need to press together for the door to even shut. My girl drops to her knees and I freak out that she’ll find the box, so I rush my slacks open for her.

“Impatient, hmm?” She chuckles and she pulls me from my boxers, giving me a few quick tugs.

I am impatient but also hella nervous. I haven’t seen Ivy in two weeks because she’s been studying for midterms and she stays in a dorm in Toronto, so yes, my dick is ready to cum down her fucking throat.

She flattens her tongue and runs it over the head of my cock, making me jerk against her lips. She chuckles and drops her jaw, then she takes me down to the base of her throat. I groan and toss my head back, causing a bag of pasta to drop to the floor.

Ivy gags and pulls back, laughing when she sees the pasta on the floor.

“Don’t make a lot of noise,” she whispers, “our families are here.”

You don’t fucking say?

Then she’s sucking me back into her mouth, her saliva dripping down my shaft, and her throat constricting as she forces me deeper. I don’t think I’ll last the two fucking minutes, I already feel my balls tighten, and the sensations spreading up my cock.

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