Page 81 of Ivy's Venom

I suck in a breath as my body erupts in sensations, all moving outwards from my core, and my pussy clamps down hard. I black out from the force of my orgasm, my eyes bursting with colours behind my eyelids, and his name stuck in my throat on a silent scream.

My orgasm stretches and he continues to suck on my clit, my body and pussy convulsing in tandem.

“You taste so good.” He groans as he sucks up every last fucking drop. Not forgetting the juices pooling at my asshole, he licks and sucks that dry, too.

I finally come back to myself, panting heavily, and moaning random noises. Exhaustion settles in and I yawn, losing my breath in the process.

Neil comes up beside me and tucks me back under his chin, “sleep.”

“But you,” I try to pull away.

“Next time.” He kisses the top of my head and I drift off immediately, cocooned in his scent.

Leaving her is hard but I don’t want to wake her, and she’s finally sleeping so soundly. I lick my lips, her taste still coating them, and curse softly when my cock begins to swell again.

I need to run one more errand today and this one is not going to be fucking easy. I’m going to see my father and talk to him about Charlotte. I’m ready to let her rest but I need to know what happened before I do that.

Nothing matters to me about how she spent her last few months, she’ll always be my sister, and I love her without question.

Ivy’s mother should be getting home in the next little bit and I would rather not be here when she does. I’m not ready to put a label on us and I don’t think Ivy is either. It took a lot of convincing for my father’s councillor to agree to let me see him and I had to explain it was a bit of an emergency.

The drive there is short, his facility is in Toronto, and I walk inside. There are two nurses at the desk and they both perk up when they see me. This would’ve been my time to flirt, wink a little, and grab both their numbers, hoping for a threesome. Now, I just want this done so I can go home and talk to Ivy.

I’m not stupid, I know what the fuck is happening here, and I’m nearly ready to tell her how I feel.

“I’m here to see Rodney Jones.” I tell them.

“Are you his son?” The blonde flutters her obviously fake eyelashes.

“Yes, ma’am.” She giggles and looks at the other nurse.

“Just call me Shantel.”

“It’s all good, can I please see my father?”

She doesn’t take my dismissal too well and her co-worker makes it worse by laughing.

“Straight down the hall, room twenty-three.” She doesn’t look back up at me.

“Thank you.” I politely nod and head to where she stated.

I’m nervous because talking to my father while he was drunk is what I’m used to, he’s sober now and I’m not sure what a sober Rodney is like. I knock on the door and I hear his voice call out to come in. He sounds clear, no slur, and when I open the door, his eyes widen in shock.

"Neil?" He stands from his chair and crosses the room to hug me. "Son, I can't believe you're here."

"Me either." I pull out of his embrace. "You look good."

He does look good, his eyes are focused, his skin looks healthier, and his voice is strong.

"I feel good." He looks at his desk of papers, "I have an assignment this week to write out all the wrongs I did while drinking and I think I'm going to need more paper."

"I feel sorry for all those trees." I mutter and he laughs.

"You're on a lot of these papers... and Charlotte, too." His eyes gather moisture, "I can't even tell her how sorry I am for all the things I messed up with her."

"Like what?"

"Charlotte was complicated, no ambition-not like you-and she was angry all the time." He sits at the desk and pulls out a paper. "She asked to come live with me and Shay because she said you and your mother were never around. I told her no."

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