Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) by C.A. Rene (rocket ebook reader .TXT) 📕

hair shines like a golden sun, her skin is bronzed, and her face is exquisite. She looks like a sinful cherub.

She gets in my car and her perfume immediately cloys the air with a scent of cupcakes. We stare at each other for a while and I feel the corners of my mouth begin to rise with hers.

“I don’t know how to do this.” She shakes her head.

“Do what?”

“Be with a girl.” She looks at me through her lashes.

I lean across the seat and clasp her chin in my hand, “don’t think about it so hard.” I whisper against her lips.

I pull her the rest of the way to me and kiss her softly at first, not wanting to scare her off. She’s wearing some sort of fruity Chapstick and I lick across her lips to taste more of it. Her mouth opens wider and I take that opportunity to kiss her harder, deeper. She moans and I grin into her mouth as my other hand cups her full breast.

“Take your shirt off.” I say, my lips still touching hers.

She pulls back and lifts her shirt over her head, displaying her round tits in a demi bra. Her nipples peek out over the edge, pink and tightened points begging for my mouth.

“I’m going to need you in the backseat.” I husk out.

She blushes a pretty pink and gets out, shutting the door. She gets into the backseat and I get out to follow her. My mouth salivates to taste her and I know my patience with being tender isn’t going to last long.

I open the door and see her sitting there, tits looking fucking delectable, her hands in her lap.

“Lay down.” I sound hard, abrasive but I’m barely keeping it together. I need to fuck the shit out of this girl.

She does as she’s told and lays down, her shoes dangling out my side. I begin to pull off her shoes, tossing them on the floor, and reach up to undo her jeans. Her stomach is toned and I vaguely remember Riley being a cheerleader in Precious Blood, I wonder if she still is at college. I pull her jeans down her legs and moan when I see she’s not wearing any underwear.

“Were you planning on killing me tonight?” I groan.

“Honestly? I didn’t think we’d get this far.” She whispers.

I spread her legs open and crawl in between them. It’s a tight fit in the backseat and if anyone decided to come here tonight, they’d see everything. My fingers spread open her pussy and her scent wafts into my face, her arousal so fucking sweet. She wants me and I’m about to show her how good a girl can eat pussy.

“You’re wet for me, Riley.” I taunt as I blow warm air on her.

She whimpers and scoots her ass closer to my face, wanting more. I slowly run my tongue from her entrance to the tight bundle of nerves and back again.

“Fuck.” She whispers, her fingers slipping into my hair.

I slide my tongue inside of her, the warmth enveloping me, and her musk potent in my mouth. I fuck her slowly with my tongue, listening to her pant, and finding that spot inside of her, flicking against it a few times.

“Fuck.” She pants out and I pull out of her.

I replace my tongue with three fingers, slamming them inside of her, and grinning when her back arches off the seat as she screams my name. I suck her clit into my mouth and lash my tongue across it, still pumping rapidly into her.

I bite down on her clit and she comes hard, her pussy clamping around my fingers and her juices soaking my hand. She’s screaming my name and pushing my face deeper into her folds.

“Oh my god,” she continues to moan as I pump in and out of her slowly. “That was amazing.”

I pull my fingers out of her and lick her come off of them. Running my tongue salaciously between each one, she tastes like the heaven she looks like she came from.

“I want to taste you again, Ivy.” She sits up and practically pushes me out of the car.

She stands up, her bare feet on the cold pavement, and her body erupts in goosebumps.

“You need to put clothes on.” I tell her.

I pull off my sweater and hand it to her, she pulls it on and reaches out to grab a hold of my breast through my tank top. I’m so fucking happy I didn’t wear a bra. She pinches my nipple between her fingers and I bite into my lip, trying not to grab her throat.

“I want your pants off, Ivy.” She says and I feel myself soaking through them.

I drop my pants right then and there, in the middle of the fucking strip, and in the freezing cold. But I can’t feel the sting of the cold as much as the heat building between my legs.

I crawl into my back seat and feel the clap of a slap landing across my ass cheek. I look over my shoulder and see Riley staring at my ass, her bottom lip crushed between her teeth. I flip onto my back and spread my legs open wide.

“Hurry up.” I snarl and her eyes widen, “or else I’m going to punish you.”

She rushes forward and I watch as her blonde head disappears between my legs. When I feel the first swipe of her tongue, I lay back and exhale, this is exactly what I needed.

It’s been almost two months since I was in Whitsborough and I am on my way back there again. This Christmas is Dad’s turn and even though I offered to stay home, my mom would hear none of it. I know it’s a hard time for her and faking happiness is fucking draining, I get it. I know she would rather wallow in her pain and think of her daughter, not cooking and singing carols around the house.

I’ve spoken to Amelia over the