Page 83 of Seeds of Malice
Normally, I don't want them looking at me. Something about Ivy's innocent, wild gaze drives me higher until I think I might explode from endorphin overload.
She sucks, and sucks, and sucks until I'm spent and there's nothing left but my limp dick.
Jesus. I'm normally still semi-hard.
I breathe hard, holding myself up by pressing against the glass and staring down at her.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, searching for my approval.
I don't give it to her. I command, "Say thank you."
Her forehead wrinkles.
"You don't want to thank me for making you come more than I did?" I challenge.
Guilt fills her expression. "I-I'm sorry."
"I didn't ask for an apology. I told you to say thank you so I know my little slut liked what I did to her. If you don't, then I won't know what to do to you in the future."
Her lips twitch. "Thank you."
I reach under her armpits and pull her to her feet. I spin her so she faces the mirror and palm her ass. "Next time we come here, I'm fucking you in the ass."
Horror fills her expression.
"You don't think I know exactly how to make you feel good?"
She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
"No? You don't have faith in me?"
"I-I didn't say that."
"But you don't want all of me?" I question with a semi-glare.
Her lip quivers. "Of course I want you, Dax."
"But you don't want all of me?"
She stays quiet.
I step back, pull up my pants, and state in a low tone, "I guess I misjudged us. I thought you wanted me."
She reaches for my arm. "Dax, no! I didn't mean that! I do!"
"Are you sure about that?"
She nods. "Yes."
"Good. Then tell me who you are to me," I push.
She bites on her lip.
I grip her chin and tilt her face up. I hover close to her mouth, murmuring, "Tell me. I need to know you really want me, Ivy. That you're feeling all the emotions I am and aren't using me to gain experience or for who I am."
Shock appears on her expression. She opens her mouth, then shuts it, shaking her head.
"What's that response for?" I question.
