Page 110 of Tempting Venom
“Fuck,” I grunt. “How can you take me all the way back…you little whore? Fucking hell, the feel of my crown at the back of your throat is…nothinglike I’ve experienced before.”
“Mmm.” That’s all he can manage as I grab his head with both hands.
“Fuck…yes…deeper, take me deeper…”
His mouth widens, letting me thrust inside, and the friction of his tongue against my cock is making me delirious.
I don’t think I’ve ever used anyone this way, but IuseMarcus.
There’s no other word for it. I’m brutally fucking his mouth, his throat, rotating my hips to increase the power.
And heletsme.
He’s even trying to accommodate my length and girth as much as possible.
For a second, I forget about his finger in my ass. I can feel him moving the single digit, thrusting it shallowly at first, then more deeply, but it’s not as brutal as the way I’m fucking his throat.
It hurts a bit, but the pain only adds to the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins.
“Fuuuck…” I curl my fingers in his hair in a merciless grip. “Fucking hell, why does your mouth feel so good? Unghhh…”
He drives another finger inside me, and I think I come a little down his throat.
Holy shit. What the fuck is happening to me?
There’s no way I’d enjoy a man’s fingers in my ass, so why…?
The pain is there, but there’s a troubling feeling—as if a part of me is coming alive for the first time ever.
I fist his hair, dragging him closer, and it must hurt, but he doesn’t try to close his mouth or resist. No matter how vicious my touch is, he never fights it, keeping his teeth out of the way like a true pro.
And that annoys the fuck out of me for some reason.
“What a little whore.” I moan deep as his fingers drive in my ass. “How many cocks have you taken down this throat, you fucking slut, hmm?”
I get on my tiptoes when he thrusts his fingers deeper, and I feel the pleasure rushing straight to my balls.
“Don’t answer that. I…fuck…don’t care…”
His eyes shine in the darkness, and I should probably wonder what that means, but I’m too far gone to care at this moment.
I thought I’d never feel more stimulated than in the locker room, but I was dead wrong.
Because this? This is setting my world on fire.
His fingers scrape a sensitive spot in my ass, and I have no goddamn clue what the fuck comes over me, because all of a sudden, I’m spurting down his throat in thick waves.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, I don’t even realize I’m coming until my fingers are shaking in Marcus’s hair, unintelligible moans spilling out at the same time.
His Adam’s apple works up and down as he swallows the cum. His throat constricts around my crown with the motion, and it makes me come harder.
Even though he tries to swallow everything, there’s just too much cum, and it trickles out the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
The view somehow glitches my brain.
I’ve marked him.
Again.
