Page 204 of Tempting Venom
Marcus slides back to his previous position, and when I look behind me, my eyes widen.
Because fuck. As he slides his jeans and boxers down to his knees, the striking daisy and dagger tattoo isn’t the only thing that’s exposed.
There’s also his very hard, purple-veined cock.
Is he…thathard because of me?
Or maybe because he whipped me? Probably the latter, considering the guy is a certified sadist.
I’m such a masochist for finding it hot. Not the fact that he’s hard—though that’s making me twitch—but the fact that he got hard because of hurting me.
Onlyme.
Marcus’s eyes are molten lava as he says in gruff words, “Show me.”
“Show you what?” I whisper, my aroused voice unrecognizable in the silence.
“How much you want me to make you come.” He pours lube on his cock and jerks himself a few times, and my mouth waters. “Crawl back toward me. If you feed your ass to my cock, I’ll let you come.”
My lips falter. “You’re…sick.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Is that a no?”
I’m throbbing so hard, I can’t think straight. I could probably just jerk myself off, but I wouldn’t enjoy it like when he does it.
There’s just something about the way he touches me that makes me buzz out of my fucking skin.
My body’s trembling a bit as I release the sheets and get on my hands and knees, shifting back hesitantly.
“That’s it.” His gruff words vibrate along my spine.
I crawl back steadily, staring at the floor, but when I glance behind me, he’s watching me with eyes so gray, they’re verging on black.
“Do you have any idea how you look right now? You look like my very good boy.”
“If you dare tell anyone about this?—”
“Shh. Don’t bring others into what we have, baby.” His words are firm. “Fuck them, okay?”
“Yeah. Fuck them,” I repeat, my heart lodged in my throat.
My sensitive, probably purple-colored ass and thighs connect with his jeans, and I grunt. The fabric stings my bruised skin, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Fuck…”
“We’re not done.” He remains still, not even attempting to lower himself. “Lift your ass in the air.”
“Ungh… Fuck… Mmm…” I’m releasing all sorts of noises as I curl my fingers on the carpet and jerk up, causing my ass to rub against the buttons of his jeans.
Christ.
This is oddly erotic.
“Higher. Let me see my tight, little hole.”
I strain, my back hurting a bit as I lift even more. Damn. I’m a top athlete and I still struggle with this.
Finally, my ass bumps against his thighs.
