Page 86 of Venom Sweeter than Honey
But again, before my mind can fully process this revelation, her palm flattens on my stomach, sliding down to return to my cock.
Every nerve ending in my body flares to life when her soft, delicate hand wraps around my girth and administers that first teasing stroke.
Something I can only describe as a half-groan, half-whimper—a noise I hadn’t realized my throat was even capable of producing—escapes me as my hips thrust to meet her.
“Fuck, Violette..."
My breathing turns to panting as she proceeds to administer languorous, feather-light strokes to my cock, which somehow hardens and expands to the point of pain. The pre-cum leaking from my crown wets her efforts, creating soft smacking noises with each pass. She leans over me, adding a ball of saliva to my crown and using her closed palm to twist gently over it and stroke down my length.
Dear fuck, I haven’t had a hand job since I was in junior high, and still this is better than any sex I’ve ever had.
VIOLETTE
As satisfying as it is to watch Levi submit to me, watching his muscles flex and glisten with perspiration as he approaches climax is inarguably riveting. But I’m utterly drenched between my thighs, and this man has not once protested my ministrations so that I may achieve orgasm first.
To say that I am disappointed is an understatement.
And it just reaffirms that men are inherently selfish.
I needed him to prove me wrong.
Instead, we’ve barely met, and already he’s just taking whatever I’ll give him without giving anything in return.
I watch his handsome brow pinch, jaw parting wider, as his stomach flexes, and every muscle in his body tightens, ready to take him over the edge.
I shift my grip to his balls andsqueeze.
He lets out a growling curse, and I don’t miss the anger flashing behind his eyes, effectively summoning my inner daemon.
“Fuck—What the fuck, Vi?—”
My palm strikes his cheek, cutting him short.
Clarity fills his wide-eyed gaze as he steadily exhales from his nose.
Drawing in a deep, calming breath, I steady my voice.
“Speak to me with such violence again, and I’ll hog-tie you and dump you in the black bog. Leave you to be tortured and devoured by the creatures that dwell there. Do you understand?”
His eyes study me as if seeing me for the first time, and the stark reality that we know almost nothing about each other comes crashing in.
Perhaps touching his cock was a tad hasty, but it doesn’t excuse his lack of chivalry.
His features soften with each passing, silent moment.
“May I ask why exactly you nearly ripped my balls off?”
His question sounds equal parts curious and detached.
Lucky for him, I detect no sarcasm.
“Because you’ve done nothing to earn my touch. I will not engage with a male who cares nothing for whether or not I achieve orgasm. A male who just takes whatever I will give without giving in return?—”
Levi’s brows pinch. “I would have offered afterwards, obviously.”
I am...repulsed.
Offered.
