Page 68 of Tempting Venom
I fuckingmoaned.
“No?” His voice lowers as he releases my hair, letting my head fall forward onto the bench as he reaches down and grabs my hand that’s now wrapped around my cock.
His grip is so tight that it doesn’t allow me to jerk myself. My skates slide on the floor unconsciously, as if that will give me some friction.
“Maybe you’re right. Friends don’t do this.” He squeezes my hand harder the more I try to move it.
“Unghh…fuck… Let my hand go.”
“Say please.”
“Fuck you.”
Slap.“Try again.”
“Ugh…fuck… Ah…just let go…”
“Please.Say it.”
“No.”
“Then let’s stay like this all night long while your cock begs for release.”
Slap.
“Mmm, fuck, fuck…yes, hurt me…”
“Please.Hurt me,please. Now, say it.”
“Please… Oh fuck, please…more…make it hurt…”
I don’t know what the fuck I’m saying anymore, because his hand is moving mine up and down. My dick throbs, and I’m leaking over our fists as he spanks me again.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Break for me.”
“Unghhh…fuck…I’m coming…”
“Want to come for me, baby?”
“Ungh…please…fuck!”
“Just like that, yes…that look in your eyes is driving me crazy.”
Slap.
“Mmmm…I’m…I’m…”
“Go ahead. Show me how you come.”
Those words shouldn’t have this effect on me, but I’ve decided that I’m going through an out-of-body experience. Some alien has taken over me, and he’s the one who’s currently having this visceral reaction to Marcus.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I burst, cursing and begging and spasming all over the place.
I’m shooting cum everywhere, on our hands, on my shirt, on the floor.
Everywhere.
And that’s when I have an epiphany—with my cheek resting on the bench and my ass in the air.
