Page 5 of Ivy's Venom

Fucking waste of time, I should’ve called his bluff, and taken the charges, family be damned. I just really thought I would be getting at least one orgasm out of this shitty ass deal. I jump off the bed and quickly grab up my shirt, pulling my phone out of my breast pocket.

Adam is still strewn across the bed, his little limp dick resting against his balls, and the condom still hanging off the end, filled with semen. I snap a photo and quickly begin to get dressed.

“You’re leaving?” He pulls up and leans on his elbows. “I have this room for the night.”

“The sex was shit, Adam.” I begin to pull on my skirt. “Why the fuck would I stay for more? Besides, I am a minor and seen on all cameras coming into this place. You may want to fucking check yourself.”

I fluff out my hair while he stares at me slack jawed and popping his lips like a fucking goldfish.

“You better not say a fucking word,” he finally regains his composure, “because I will take your family down.”

“Oh fuck off,” I wave my hand over my head as I start for the door. “Do it then, Limp Dick.”

I rush back through the lobby of the hotel and nod at the valet. He gives me a once over then saunters over to my matte black M5 and slides into the driver’s seat. I keep glancing around me, worried I’ll see Neil again and he’ll make me feel things-remember things-I’ve worked hard to suppress.

The car pulls up in front of me and I slap a fifty in the guy’s hand.

“Wow, thanks hotness.”

I stop in my tracks and look him in the eye. Not bad looking, I mean his face isn’t great but he has a banging body, and right now I need dick like my next fix.

“Get in.” I nod at the passenger side and his eyebrows shoot up. “You got two seconds before I’m out of here.”

He scrambles around the car yelling out to his co-worker that he’s taking a break. I slam the door and peel out of the lot before his door is even shut.

“Whoa, take it easy hotness.” He smiles.

“Stop calling me that.” I just need him to keep his mouth shut and pull his dick out.

“Give me a name then.”

I take a sharp turn into a parking garage and drive to the top.

“No.” I answer brusquely and park across three spots. “Get a condom.” I point to the glovebox.

His smile is huge and I notice his front tooth is chipped, it bothers me. I motion for him to hurry up and he quickly has his pants to his thighs, rolling the condom down his length. And what a length it is,thank god.

I reach over him, pressing the button to move his seat back and then I’m straddling his waist, guiding him to my entrance.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He breathes.

I cover his mouth with my hand, “don’t speak.”

I slowly lower myself onto him and moan at the intrusion. It feels good to fuck something I can feel when I’m wet. I pick up my pace, alternating between thrusts and grinding, chasing the orgasm that’s been teasing me for a good hour. I reach my hand between our bodies and he watches as I rub my clit.

“Do not cum,” I snarl as I watch his eyes begin to roll back. “I will fucking gut you, cut your dick off, and shove it down your throat.”

His eyes widen like he realizes I could actually mean what I say-I do-and that maybe he should’ve thought this through more-he should have.

“Okay.” His whisper is hoarse and suddenly sounding a lot like his, the man with the greying hair.

I squeeze my eyes shut but when I feel hands under my skirt and fingers digging into my ass, I lose it. I open my eyes to my hand around this guy’s throat and come almost instantly at the potent fear in them.

As I continue to come, squeezing him, I squeeze his throat, and then watch as he cums, his face turning a deep red. I close my eyes blissfully as that figure in my mind disappears with my release, receding back into the darkest folds of my subconscious, and peace washes over me, even though I know it’ll be short lived.

I release him and watch as he sucks in some air. I plop back in my seat, drop down the visor, and check my makeup in the mirror. He pulls off his condom, ties it up, and opens the door to chuck it out.

Before he can close it, I lean over, “no, you can get out now, too.”

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