Page 89 of Tempting Venom
“Doesn’t…matter… It’s just a physical reaction.”
“Mmm. I’d find the denial adorable if you weren’t leaking all over my fucking hand like a greedy little slut.”
“Oh, shit…” I gasp when he tightens his grip on my ass, and I’m swelling, my abs tightening as more precum drenches him.
It’s worse than the other time—so much worse.
I’m genuinely terrified I’ll come in two seconds flat and embarrass myself to eternity.
Because every firm tug and pull of his big, merciless hand is coupled with the aching pain in my ass.
The sensation is dizzying, pushing me right to the edge of delirium.
I’m so high on the feel of rough pleasure and sweet pain, my legs are about to give out.
“That’s it, baby…move your hips for me…”
My nails scrape on the metal of the locker when I realizeIamrocking my hips back and forth, rutting against him. His hand is trapped between my ass and…
Fuck. Is the heavy, warm thing against my ass hiserection?
No, it can’t be that massive. Absolutely not. Irefuseto believe that he has anything near my ten-inch perfection. No way in hell.
“Mmm. Fuck…just like that. Make my cock nice and hard for you.”
“Shut…your mouth, asshole…”
“Can’t. Not when you’re so slippery wet in my hand, baby.” He breathes in my ear as he jerks me in long, methodical movements, using my precum as lube.
The obscene noise fills my ears and apparently gags all my thoughts, because all that remains is the overpowering need to come.
“Faster,” I whisper.
“What was that?”
“Faster, you bastard…just…stop messing around.”
“No.”
“What the fuck do you mean no?” I snap, then groan when he presses his thumb on the tip of my cock.
“It means I’m going to take my time enjoying this.” He slides his tongue, swiping it across the spot behind my ear. “And so will you.”
I think I come a little all over his hand, my hips jerking and heat gathering at the base of my stomach.
“D-don’t do that.” I squirm.
“Don’t do what?”
“Lick me. I’m not an ice cream cone.”
“No, you’re candy.” He licks that spot again, and I groan. “Mango flavored.”
“This bastard…”
“Shh. Don’t get worked up.”
“Or what?”
