Page 192 of Tempting Venom
No—it’s better than porn, since that’s never evoked these types of feelings. As if I’ll burst out of my skin any second now.
Preston lying in my bed, his damp golden hair spilling on my pillow, that serpent coiling all over him, his legs wide open as my cum trickles out of him.
My eyes must be darkening, because his widen and he starts to close his legs.
No idea what comes over me, but it all happens in a fraction of a second.
I lunge at him, grab him by the waist, and flip him over so fast, he has no clue what the fuck is going on.
Then I straddle his calves, and lie on top of him, my fingers pulling on his ass cheeks.
“What are you doing—mmfuck!” His words end on a choked moan when I dive straight in, lapping at the cum still escaping his hole.
“Jesus Christ…holyfuckingshit…” He writhes beneath me, and I can tell he’s growing hard, because he keeps rutting and thrusting against the mattress.
“Stay still,” I say against his opening, digging my fingers into his flesh. “I need to eat my ass properly.”
“Jesus…” he moans, and it’s muffled because he’s hugging the pillow, burying his face in it.
“Mmm.” I groan, then thrust my tongue inside him, fucking him ruthlessly.
And damn it.
He tastes of my cum and something so heady and Preston, it muddles my brain.
“Marcus…fuck…that f-feels so good…”
My own cock throbs at the stutter. The way he sounds so needy and turned on seems to be what brings me pleasure.
I’m the only person Preston would ever allow to see this side of him—looking so pliant and aroused and at my fucking mercy.
Just me.
“Why…fuck… Why does it feel so good?” He grunts, lifting his hips, feeding my mouth more of his ass. “Your tongue…oh fuck…fuck!”
I release a noise of approval, my fingers holding him in place as he bows his head farther.
“Don’t think.” I pepper kisses on his clenching hole, then slap his ass cheek, making him grunt. “Just feel.”
Then I dive back in, eating his ass roughly, slapping him in the meantime, because he loves the pain, my prince. It’s making him rub against the mattress frantically.
“Unghh. Yes, yes…right there…”
“Mmm.” I groan.
“I’m…I’m gonna come…”
Slap.
Thrust.
I all but fuck him with my tongue as my palm meets his ass, spanking him just like he loves it.
Preston’s glorious body caves beneath my touch. Hesquirms and moans, probably too sore and sensitive for something this intense, but I don’t stop.
Not until he’s shuddering in my grip.
“I’m coming…holy shit…ungh…” His entire body goes still, red creeping up his neck and ears as he spasms and jerks his hips, his ass clenching around my tongue.
