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Chapter 115: - The Dream*-

Chapter 115: - The Dream*-

Ahhhh"

Under his touch, Ivy’s mouth parted open, jerking then squirming the moment she felt his finger slide in. Wringing past the wet petals and diving into the flower bud.

Breaking free from their kiss, Max had slowly shifted up her tight dress. Exposing her sexy thighs, he rubbed them a bit before dipping his finger inside.

"Hmmmm-" squirming, she breathed in bliss.

Max felt the tightness clamp tight on his finger but preserved and kept

exploring her depth.

"Hmmm- Yess daddy." Reaching the limit his middle finger could, she changed the tempo of her moans, squirming and breathing faster. While calling him Daddy.

"Yess daddy - hmmmm- yesss- deeper.’ Digging her fingers into his back, her legs parted more upon sensing that he wanted to insert another finger.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm!" As his second finger adjusted the size of her entrance, engulfed in the sticky wet sensation. Ivy’s moan extended and then she started shaking- like she was having a seizure. Her legs clamped tight around his hand, locking his fingers in her vagina as it was engulfed in her orgasm.

Following the tight clamp, her vibrating thighs receded and his palm was all soaked in her nectar.

Surprised by the sudden silence that filled the interior of his car, Max raised his head with little difficulty to see Ivy sleeping soundly. Her breath paced with the rhythm of her raising chest.

It took him a few seconds to realize what had happened before reality dawned on him. The previous Ivy must have been operating on steroids of emotions, and when she let them out, her consciousness blanked and fell asleep.

’What the hell am I supposed to do now?’ Glancing at his soaked palm, he could feel his erect dick resting on her thighs with seating passion through his pants.

Max’s expression instantly turned grave with solemnity at the thought of what he did with Talia and how he paid the price.

"Fuck." Cursing, he slipped several tissue papers from the box and slipped into the driver’s seat. Using several of them to wipe the sticky nectar on his palm, he stared silently at the used pieces and thought of where to put them.

Throwing them outside could probably lead to serious consequences in the future, so he glanced at her bag and inserted them inside instead without a second thought.

Currently her dress was raised, exposing her thighs and the thong she wore. Tempted by this sight, he strongly restrained the lust within him and took off his jacket, covering her, and then glanced at the bulging tent that had begun to cause strenuous pain. He pressed the ignition button, imbuing life into the dormant beast and slowly hitting the acceleration.

Heads turned and eyes gleamed with possession to purchase a brand new ride soon as they gazed at the departing Lambo.

...

Without possessing an eidetic memory, Max quickly realized how lost he was driving alone and turned on the map.

(Riders Estate.) He inputted the name, and a green angle mapped out a path for him on the map.

Exiting the tunnel, Max accelerated without stopping.

Vroom!

’1am.’

Back at the Mansion, Max stepped out of the vehicle. Adjusting his hand around Ivy’s waist, he lowered her dress and carried her in a princess style.

Upon entering the building, there were already nine ladies lined dutifully in a straight line. Professional maids, each assigned to a Rider scion. When they saw him come in, there was a subtle change in the air as their eyes settled on the figure in his arms.

"Miss Ivy." Suddenly a brown-skinned lady hurried towards them from the row, appearing impeccably worried and surprised as she assessed Ivy’s appearance.

"Please come, Mister Max, I’ll show you the way." She bowed politely and began leading him.

Ascending the foyer, the rest of the maids were amazed by how effortless his action looked while carrying Ivy. Among them, a slender lady could be seen leaving the row.

"Here." Pushing open the door, the lady quickly went to switch up the light, presenting a spacious room with everything all tidied up. A lavish mix of pink and blue matched everywhere.

To the side, there were clothing racks of male and female outfits occupying the rest of the space.

’So she’s been the one picking up my outfits? Or rather our outfits.’

Realizing this, his drifting eyes were quickly attracted by the dark-skinned lady motioning that the bed was set.

Nodding, Max walked forward and placed Ivy’s body on the bed.

"Thank you, Mister Max." Bowing appreciatively, she began tucking the duvet carefully around Ivy’s body.

Repeating the same nod motion, Max walked out of the room.

Perhaps due to his escapades with Olivia earlier in the day, his erection had managed to calm down. However, at the thought of it, it began to rise again.

"Oh great." Glancing down at the crotch with frustration in his eyes, Max sighed and headed to his room.

By the time he pushed open the door, the hardness had become daunting.

With a frustrated sigh at the dark room, he didn’t bother turning on the light but closed the door, making sure it was locked intact.

Before proceeding to take his clothes off.

A moment later, his jacket, pants and sneakers were all gone. Taking off his shirt, and leaving just his boxers, he humped on the bed, landing with his back. His expression was imperceptible in the darkness.

To ease the pain from his groin, he lowered the lid of his boxer and freed the aching erection.

Letting out a relieved breath, he focused his senses on the comfy feeling the duvet gave while staring at the darkness.

Slowly, the alcohol effect from the party started sipping into his head due to his mind slowly drifting into slumber.

Then he dreamed, in this dream he was lying all alone when two big squashy feelings pressed against him. Not only that, his whole body felt heavy like he was succumbed under pressure, pressed into the bed he was lying.

However, the feeling disappeared a few moments after that. Only to come again, but not with squishy pressure, but a warm slick one roaming him.

’Is this really a