Page 185 of Tempting Venom
I throw my head back, a low grunt ripping out of me. “Fuck…yes…more…”
My ass clenches around his fingers, welcoming him in like all the other times he’s done this. My body caves, falling into the feeling so easily, I should be offended.
He pops me out of his mouth. “You like my lips wrapped around your thick cock, baby?”
I swallow, because why the hell does he have to talk like that? That dirty mouth of his is driving me mad.
Marcus curls his fingers inside me until it’s uncomfortable, and sparks of pain ripple through me, but my whore of a cock naturally likes it, considering the glistening precum.
“Answer me, Preston.” He adds another finger, stretching me so much, I moan. “Do you like my mouth around your cock?”
“I don’t care.”
“If you don’t care.” He thrusts his fingers. “I’ll assume you don’t need me to give you head ever again.”
This motherfucker?—
My body jerks when he drives his fingers deeper, making me feel the discomfort. It’s a punishment, I realize, as his dark eyes meet mine. This asshole is the pettiest son of a bitch to ever exist.
If I don’t tell him what he wants, he’ll just keep torturing me.
While I enjoy edging, I don’t think I can handle it tonight, not when my cock is about to explode.
“I like it,” I whisper, my face heating. I better not be getting red, or my skin tone and I will have major problems.
“Fuck,” he rumbles deep in his throat, his fingers stilling as he drops a kiss to my cock. “Say that again.”
“Like hell I will. Don’t push it.”
He chuckles, the sound making my spine buzz and my cock throb as he licks it. “You can be so endearing for an asshole.”
“Hey, who are you calling an asshole?”
“You, baby. You’re the most infuriating, irresistible asshole I’ve ever met.”
Before I can cuss him out, he slides me all the way to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuuck…” I breathe out, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Holy shit… Mmm…”
The double onslaught of his fingers and his mouth sends an unfamiliar chill down my spine. I’m going to come and paint him with my fucking cum.
He pulls away before I can do that.
“Why…?” I groan, half in frustration, half drowning deep in arousal.
“You’ll only come with my cock deep inside your ass, baby.” He removes his fingers from me, and I swallow thickly as he squirts lube on his cock, drenching it, then jerking itonce. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve been dying to fuck you?”
My heart lunges as his cold, lubed hand pushes my thighs apart. “That’s it. Open wider for me.”
“Wait…” I half pop up, placing a hand on the center of his muscular chest—though a hand is an overstatement, as only the tips of my fingers touch his warm skin.
I’m scared if I plant my palm fully, he’ll feel just how much I’m trembling.
He stays still with his cock nudging at my entrance, almost slipping inside, the lube messing up his sheets.
Marcus’s muscles are tense, but he doesn’t move. “You want me to stop?”
My lips shake, and I purse them shut.
