Page 231 of Darling Venom
My back met the door, pushing my core against his length.
I groaned. “You have a habit of pinning me against things.”
“Don’t remind me, Charlie.”
Charlie.
Goosebumps peppered my arms.
The hand gripping my ass traveled between us and popped the button from my shorts. I scratched my nails down his back, kicking my shoes off.
He thrust against me, the friction delicious even through the fabric.
Another thrust.
My body rattled the door. Behind me, the talking halted before kicking up again.
“Your… um, staff,” I pointed out, hoping it wouldn’t stop him.
I didn’t think he heard me.
He was too far gone, his scorching tongue rolling down my neck. A growl vibrated against my collarbone. His teeth followed it with a nip before he backed up.
I watched with hooded eyes as he yanked the rough fabric of my shorts down to my ankles. My shirt came off next, leaving me in lace lingerie and waist-high fishnet tights.
His hands came to my sides, tearing the panties and slipping them past the net. He kneeled before me, grabbed my leg, and hooked it over his shoulder, baring me to him. The large diamond-shaped holes of the tights gave him easy access.
I felt his breath there.
Impossibly warm.
“You owe me all the pennies in your purse.” He stared at my core. The wetness pooled, running down my thigh. “I made you drip before I even used my tongue or cock.”
It took me a few seconds too long to realize he was referring to the bet we’d made months ago. When I’d stupidly questioned his dirty talk.
He seemed more pliable than usual, so even though my cheeks burned, I mustered all my courage to push him over the edge. “Double or nothing: if you make me come on your tongue, I’ll give you all the pennies in the world.”
I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.
But it worked.
Tate gripped my thigh tighter.
“Deal.” He leaned forward, talking directly to my pussy. “I’m about to be a very rich man.”
His nose nudged my clit, teeth grazing the lips that bracketed it. He sucked one into his mouth before moving on to the bundle of nerves between them. Then he licked the outline of my sex with the tip of his tongue—slowly, slowly, so, so slowly—until he finally plunged, thrusting into me.
My palms struck the door.
Sylvia and Grace paused their chatter again.
I heard snippets of phrases—Dr. Marchetti, some girl, lucky bitch—but it was impossible to focus with Tate driving his tongue inside me.
His finger looped around one of the diamond nets, drew it back, and released, snapping it against my skin.
I moaned at the sting, chanting his name. Pleading for more. “Inside me. I need you inside me.”
“Come on my lips, and maybe I’ll reward you.”
