Page 51 of Ivy's Venom

“Carmelo!” A guy fist bumps him, “I saw your fucking fight the other night, you’re fucking insane.”

“Thanks, bro.” Carmelo beams. “My cousin and I want some shots, what you got?”

Three tequila shots and a whole ass boring conversation later, I slip away from Carmelo and his groupies, and head outside. My face is hot from the fucking liquor and the cold air feels good.

I pull out my phone and frown at the lack of messages, I really thought Neil would’ve at least texted me by now, I thought there was no better than what we had, so where the fuck is he?

Fuck it, I pull up his number and hit send before I chicken out.

“Hello?” He sounds so fucking good. “Ivy? Did you just moan into the phone? Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know,” I huff, “you tell me.”

“Is it about work?” He asks and I roll my eyes. He’s been working with my dad the last few days.

“Why haven’t you called? Did you finally work me out of your system?”

“Are you drunk?” He asks.

“Are you horny?” I counter in what I hope is my sexy voice.

He’s silent and I all of a sudden feel ridiculous. “Nevermind.”

“No wait.” He takes a deep breath, “I’ve wanted to call but what is there to talk about? I can’t just fuck you all the time and leave.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because it’s wrong.” He snorts.

“It’s only wrong if I don’t want it. I’m not relationship material, Neil.” I whine. “Can you just come get me and fuck me please?”

“Where are you?” His voice drops and I clench my thighs to stave off the sudden arousal.

“Pat’s house.”

“I need an address, Ivy.” He sounds just as impatient as me now.

I give him the address and then attempt to text Carmelo what I’m doing, he can get himself home fine.

Neil takes less than ten minutes to turn onto the street and as soon as I’m in the car, I have my arms around his neck and my lips fused to his.

“Get us somewhere private.” I say just before sticking my tongue down his throat.

“Holy fuck,” he groans and adjusts himself in his track pants.

And now I’m fixated, I reach out, and rub my hand along his hard length.

“Ivy, I’m trying to drive… oh fuck.” He groans as I pull him out and lean forward in his lap.

I’ve been wondering what Neil tastes like and I didn’t get the chance to find out the last two times. I lick the tip of his wide head and we both moan at the contact. His skin is smooth and he tastes a bit salty.

I slacken my jaw and slurp him into my mouth, sucking on him like he’s a melting popsicle. I let my saliva run down his length and then I suck the tip as my hand works his shaft. I get a good rhythm going of sucking him in tandem with stroking him and I feel him suddenly swerve off the road, cutting the ignition.

He pulls my head off of him and yanks me over into his lap, thankfully I’m wearing a skirt. His fingers slip inside my skirt and he yanks my thong aside, claiming my mouth in a possessive kiss.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call, I’m a jerk.” He says against my lips. “I missed this pussy.”

Then he’s pulling my core down over his cock and we both moan at the feeling of him filling me. His skin feels so smooth and he slips in my wet pussy, as I grind into him.

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