Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) by C.A. Rene (short novels to read .TXT) 📗

my mouth. Looks like I just might have to get myself started.

I pull my saliva coated fingers out of my mouth and run them through my folds, hoping to get myself off.

He crawls up the bed, his face stopping above my pussy, and giving it his rapt attention.

“I saw Molly today.” I tell him and hope for a reaction.

His head pops up and his eyes narrow, “what did you say to her?”

“She asked me to hang out, you know, like old times.” I sink the two fingers into my pussy and moan at the feeling.

“And?” He rasps, his sight back to my fingers as I try and pleasure myself.

“What the fuck did you do to your daughter?”

Again, his head snaps up. “What do you mean?”

“She looks like a fucking pariah, all that huffing and puffing, and the amount of metal in her mouth must set off the department’s metal detectors yards away.”

“She’s developing slowly,” his eyes look back up to mine. “Nothing wrong with that.”

I lay back on the bed after that and watch the ceiling as he licks and sucks at my pussy. No matter how hard I try to keep myself here in the present, I keep going back to when another would have his face between my legs, his fingers moving inside me, and no matter how much I cried and begged him to stop, he would continue.

I look down instead at Adam’s dark hair and focus on that. No greying temples, no small bald spot in the center, and his shoulders are wider. But Adam unfortunately doesn’t do it for me and I want to slap his head out of the way, then finish my own damn self off.

Then I see him, Neil Jones. His beautiful skin bathed in sepia, those light brown eyes framed by lush black lashes, his perfect nose dusted with freckles and a single hoop in the right nostril, and his perfect cupid bow lips, surrounded by a light shadow of growth.

I tip my head back as Adam’s tongue hits my clit and moan as I imagine it being Neil.

Neil sucks my clit into his mouth, lashing his tongue over the pebbled surface, and I can feel the heat pool in my core. His long fingers slowly push inside me and I clench around him, wanting it deeper, and wanting his cock instead.

“Turn over.” Adam’s voice breaks through my reverie and I growl in frustration.

“Stop talking or I’ll never be able to come.” I snap at him and turn onto my hands and knees.

I hear the condom wrapper rip and close my eyes again, imagining it’s Neil with the wrapper between his perfectly straight white teeth, then the sound of him sliding it down his length, and then the head being pressed to my entrance.

He pushes inside and I try really hard to imagine it wider, longer, and when the pace picks up, I try to imagine it pummeling my cervix. When none of the trying works, I bring my fingers to my clit and begin to furiously rub it, giving it the friction it needs, and all before this shithead proves to be a few pumps chump.

I’m almost there, I feel it building, and I hit the precipice, only to have the old fucker groan his release. I want to scream but I continue to rub furiously against my clit and as I crest, -finally-I feel his small, limp dick slip out of me, and he collapses on the bed beside me.

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