Page 91 of Tempting Venom
“I can do this all day, baby.” His words drop low, as if he’s carving them into my spine.
“Do what?”
“Touch you so…closely. Fuck. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” He pushes my left leg apart with his, slightly lifting it off the ground. My boxers stretch impossibly tight as he glides his cock between my legs, releasing my cock to grab my waist.
My eyes widen. “What’s going on…?”
“I’m fucking you this way. For now.”
“You goddamn freak… Mmm…fuck…”
My head falls forward, banging against the locker because the friction of his cock against mine is sending me in a loop.
That feels so good, I’m about to burst.
“You’re dripping all over the floor. What a mess.”
“Shut…up.”
“As you wish.”
He shoves my ass against him, bending me over at the waist to get a better angle, and then he’s thrusting against my cock.
And it isthrusting—unhinged, relentless thrusting.
His throbbing hard cock rubs over a sensitive spot in my balls with each slide.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
The sensation is sending me over the edge. The controlled friction, the feel of his cock against mine, the obscene fucking noises of my cum mixing with his spit.
“Shit…fuck…” I’m jerking my hips, chasing the orgasm I can feel tightening my abs.
“No. Slow down.”
“Fuck you…oh yes, right there…unghh…fuck.”
Slap.
I go momentarily still.
“I said. Slow down. The least you can do is let me enjoy this.”
“The least I can do?” I moan as he thrusts harder.
“Yeah. Because you know what I’d rather be doing now?”
“What?”
“Shoving you onto your knees or bending you over and fucking you rough. Pumping my cock inside this tight, little hole and filling you with my cum, nice and deep, while you scream my name.”
The image appears like a grainy movie in my head, and I expect a sense of nausea to overwhelm me. To make me vomit, even.
