Page 111 of Tempting Venom
That’smycum in his mouth.
His fingers slip out of my ass, and my heart thuds as realization crashes into me. I just let someone finger my ass.
Not just any someone.
Aman.
FuckingMarcus.
Before I can let the violent thoughts take root, he stands up and grabs my jaw, forcing my lips open.
My eyes widen when he spits cum in my mouth. He’s spittingmycum in my mouth.
It should be disgusting. Disturbing, even. But then the salty taste explodes on my tongue, and he thrusts his own tongue inside and twirls it with mine. A strange thud happens in my chest, and I remain motionless as he makes me swallow the cum.
He pushes his tongue far inside until he’s slurping on mine.
Until there’s nothing left.
But even then, his tongue doesn’t stop warring with mine, lips to lips, teeth clashing. We’re so intertwined, I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
This fucking?—
I bite down on his lip until a metallic taste fills my mouth, then push him away and punch him in the face.
That forces him out of my personal space, and I punch him again, this time in the chest. “I told you not tokissme, asshole!”
He puts both hands in the air in mock surrender. “I was only letting you taste your cum, baby.”
“That wasnotwhat you were doing.”
“Yes, it was. Snowballing is the right term, if you want to look it up.”
“You were obviously kissing me.”
“If you say so.”
“You fucking bitch!” I breathe harshly, pulling my boxers and jeans up, tucking myself in with supersonic speed. “I clearly saidnokissing.”
“Coming down my throat and against my cock is not too gay for you, but kissing is?”
“I told you it’s a fucking physical reaction. You being a man doesn’t mean shit.”
“Then me kissing you should also—” He makes air quotes. “—not mean shit. Think of me as a girl if it makes you feel better.”
“You’re not a fucking girl!”
“You noticed?” His smirk widens, but it drips with a threat. “Good, because I lied. You can’t think of me as a girl. I’m a man just like you, and you still came for me.”
“You—” I take a deep breath. “Listen, asshole. Kiss me again and it’ll be the last time you kiss anything.”
“I don’t mind.”
“You little prick, do you have no concern for your life?”
“For a kiss from you, I don’t seem to, no.”
My lips part, my fingers pausing on the top button of my jeans.
