Page 233 of Darling Venom
We were really doing this.
I felt the absence immediately.
My eyes shot open.
He’d stepped back, putting space between us.
I inventoried him, from the hand gripping his erection tight to the pained expression pasted on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not taking your virginity like this, Charlie.”
“I’m not a candles and roses kind of girl. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
He looked like he couldn’t believe what he was saying.
His dick looked like it couldn’t either, so strained, it jerked on its own.
I wanted it in me. Needed it. Any way possible. I also knew winning an argument with Tate was a rare feat.
“But…”
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Charlie.”
I curled my fists, mortified that I was negotiating this. Begging for him. “My pussy would be a tighter, more pleasurable ride.”
He arched his brow, as if to say, are we really going there? “So would your ass.”
My cheeks pinked.
I was not entirely opposed to the idea.
“Let’s try my mouth first.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“Well? I’m waiting.”
He swore, all but rolling his eyes as he stepped forward.
He stared down at me sprawled across his desk, fixated on the view. “You’re a fucking vision, Charlie.”
He was staring at my face, not my body, and something about it made every cell in me turn gooey like toasted marshmallows. He planned on making this easy for me. I saw it in his eyes. Knew him well enough to realize it.
But I wanted dirty, and gritty, and raw.
The real him.
“Don’t hold back,” I pleaded. “Give me everything.”
“It’ll hurt.”
I hoisted myself onto my elbows. “Try me.”
He lifted me and set me on the rug. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and slid it under my shoulders, propping my upper body up. He kneeled before me, legs on either side of my chest, scooting until his erection stood right in front my face.
I licked my lips, grazing the tip of his cock.
