Page 52 of Ivy's Venom

“Shit,” he pushes up inside me. “We need a condom.”

“It feels so good, though.” I whine and lift myself up, slamming back down.

“Fuck,” he breathes.

I lock my mouth back onto his and continue riding him, my juices making each movement loud inside the car.

“I’m so wet.” I say as I bring my fingers to my clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves.

“You’re soaking my fucking cock.” He angles his hips up and grabs my waist in his hands. “Hang on.” His grin is devastating as he begins to furiously pump up into me.

“I’m coming.” I moan as I feel my pussy tighten and the warmth pool in my belly.

“Come all over me.” He thrusts up into me harder.

I toss my head back and scream his name as my pussy convulses around his thick length. His thrusts become shallow and then he slams me down onto him, groaning my name as he cums inside of me.

I slowly grind on his cock, riding out the aftershocks of my release, and enjoying the small noises he’s making.

“Is it okay that I came in you?” he asks.

“Yes, please.” I fall back over into the passenger seat.

“I think you need your bed and some aspirin.” He chuckles.

“Yes, please.” I repeat, exhaustion coming over me.

I ask Neil to drop me at the gate to avoid questions and head up my driveway. I’m so fucking satisfied right now, I’m practically purring.

I get in the house and hear the TV on in the family room.

“Ivy?” Dad calls out.

“Yeah.” Do I sound drunk?

“You good?”

“Just gonna go to bed.” I call back and rush up the stairs. “Night!”

I get inside my room and shut the door, exhaling with relief that no one came to check on me, I’m not really wanting to hear a lecture about drinking. I crawl into my bed and moan as the soft blankets envelop me in their warmth.

My cell phone begins to ring and I smile as I swipe to answer it, “miss me already?”

“Excruciatingly so.”

My body slams forward at his voice and I automatically begin to tremble, “Dean.”

“I’ve been texting you, are you avoiding me?” His voice is level but I know him well enough to know he’s been drinking.

“Why are you sending me those things?” I ask him. “I haven’t told anyone.”

“It’s hard to believe because your uncle is on my ass and I know he knows the Black Slaughter.”

“My uncle?” I shake my head, “Black Slaughter?”

“Your Uncle Trent here in New York. He paid me a visit a few weeks ago.”

“I haven’t told anyone anything.” My voice is trembling and I feel a tear slip down my cheek. “I just want you to go away.”

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