Page 253 of Darling Venom
With the bottom half of her dress pulled up, I got a front-row view of Charlotte Richards in a black lace thong, her curves almost sinful.
“I’m going to ask you a series of questions. Don’t release the dress. Understood?”
; She nodded.
“Do you want my fingers in your pussy or your ass?”
“Tate!”
I caught the hem, tsking. “You released the dress.”
“That was a test?”
“And you failed it.” I arched an eyebrow. “I thought you were an A-student.”
As if to shut me up, her hand slipped past the waistband of my sweats and palmed my hard-on. It pulsed against her.
She still had mint chip on the corner of her lips. I swiped the ice cream along her lower lip and tugged down, parting her mouth. Her tongue darted out and teased my skin. Then she leaned forward and sucked the tip of my thumb.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
Pushed it all the way past her lips.
Imagined my dick in its stead.
Her fingers flew to my base. I lifted her off me. She watched through hooded eyes as I tore off my sweats and boxer briefs in one move and lay back down.
Charlie climbed on top of me again, resuming our earlier position. I tucked the bottom of her dress back between her teeth, stealing a peek at her thong. Her wetness could be seen from satellites.
She was that fucking hot for this.
“Let’s try again. Rub your clit against my thigh.”
Her nails dug into my chest, finding purchase as she see-sawed back and forth, grinding herself on my leg.
“Would you like me to pinch your nipple or your clit? Nod for nipple. Shake for clit.”
She shook her head.
I reached forward, slid her thong to the side, and dove past her lips, pinching the slick bud. The fabric in her mouth muffled her moans.
“A-plus.”
She rolled her eyes, teeth still clamped around the dress’ edge.
“Would you like me to watch you get yourself off? Or would you like to watch me jerk off?”
Charlie shook her head.
Then nodded.
I forced back a laugh. “Don’t be greedy. Nod for you. Shake for me.”
She nodded, and fuck, I was so down for this.
My cock pulsed like it had a heart of its own. It pressed against her ass. She wiggled against it, looking pleased with herself.
