Page 142 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
I huff a laugh. “Oh, don’t worry. You don’t get this dick yet. But I sure as fuck am gonna cum.”
She scowls. Hips working a little faster, her breath a little shorter. “You don’t deserve to cum.”
For some twisted reason, my cock hardens further at that. Between that, the feel of her, the look of her, and the wet sounds coming from her drenched pussy, I can already feel the very beginning of an orgasm desperate to build at the base of my spine.
“You’re right. I don’t... But there’s no fucking way I’ll be able to stop myself while I’m watching you come apart like this.”
Her eyes narrow, hesitating.
“Please. You don’t even have to touch me. I just don’t wanna cum in my pants.”
She gives me a haughty look. “You’re pathetic.”
Fuck, why is that so hot?
“For you? Yes. Pathetic. Deranged. Desperate. Always.”
Her eyes turn heavy-lidded again, pupils blowing wide as her back arches.
This is how she wants me.
Needy and submissive for her.
Even when I’m physically dominating her.
And I never knew just how much I’ve always needed exactly that dynamic until now. Yet another reason why every sexual encounter was so wildly subpar by comparison.
My body shudders, and relief suffuses me as her magic whispers against my skin. An unseen hand undoes my belt buckle, unzips my pants, and tugs down my boxers and jeans.
My dick springs free; thick, hard, heavy, and weeping. I have to angle my hips backwards to keep from brushing against the pussy I so desperately long to stretch and fill.
A bead of pre-cum swells from my tip and drips down my crown, towards my shaft. Since meeting her, I swear the amount offluidmy balls produce is at least triple the norm.
More of my arousal follows, building until a thick string reaches for the floor. Violette’s eyes follow it, and I catch her licking her lips. Mesmerized, my ministrations slow and my cock twitches.
The action severs the string of arousal. It hits the floor between us with a barely audibleplap.
“You remember when you left me that note? And your squirt and panties on my bed?”
Her eyes lift to mine. She replies with a groan, head tipping back further, as her body tightens on the precipice of orgasm.
“Yes.”
Drawing upon a ball of saliva, I let it fall from my lips to her clit. The hand on her throat drops to spread it over her clit, passing gently back and forth in teasing strokes while the middle and ring fingers of my other hand pick up the pace to pump firmly in and out of her.
“I wanted you so badly I fucked the wet spot on my bed while I fucked my hand with your panties.”
Her lips part as she holds my gaze, and every muscle in her body tightens. “You were that desperate for me?”
I nod, feeling the sensation mirrored so strongly in my own body that my admission is spoken through half-gritted teeth.
“I think I came in all of thirty seconds.”
Violette’s pussy spasms firmly around my fingers, giving me a taste of just how perfectly she’ll hug my cock. She cums on a keening cry, and in the same moment, my own climax shoots up my spine and down my dick. I attempt politeness by keeping my hips drawn away from her pussy. It’s a vain effort, and I fail to stifle the immense satisfaction at the sight of my cum painting her pussy and stomach with thick ropes.
Violette’s upper body sags against the wall as she catches her breath.
Gently withdrawing my fingers from her, my words are a reverent murmur. “Fuck, princess. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”
