Page 232 of Darling Venom
“You just want all the pennies in the world.” I laughed, but it quickly turned into another moan.
He added two fingers inside me, snug against his tongue. My breath hitched at the tight fit. And then he curved them, hitting a spot I thought was just a myth.
I came.
So hard, my eyes slammed shut. I still saw Tate behind them. Ruggedly handsome. Devilish satisfaction shining in his eyes.
I clenched around his fingers, drawing them in deeper. Tate’s tongue licked my clit in soft, teasing strokes until I floated down from the high.
I opened my eyes and peered down at him, watching as he pulled back and swiped his lower lip with his thumb. He was fully clothed, and I was nearly naked, and we were so different and so similar, it pained me.
Tate rose to his feet. I held my breath, not sure what to expect. Certainly not the kiss he planted on my lips. The taste of me lingered on them, faintly sweet.
He moved back, but I looped my palm behind his neck and held him close.
“Charlotte,” he warned. “You already owe me more pennies than you can afford.”
“Please fuck me.”
“Jesus.”
I sealed our lips together.
He returned my kiss and picked me up with ease, setting me on the edge of his desk. I grabbed his shirt, fumbled with the buttons, and yanked the last one, tearing it open.
Tightly packed abs rippled the surface of his stomach. He stole my breath. Ripped it right out of my chest and took it as his.
“That’s so unfair.” I groaned.
He grinned.
I took his silence as an invitation to hop off the desk and kneel before him. He watched me fumble for his pants button, content to observe my struggle without offering to help. I gave in and broke that, too, shoving his slacks and boxers down in one go.
His erection bobbed, hitting his stomach.
Um. Wow.
It was difficult to reconcile the existence of fairness when Tate Marchetti had been born with an assault rifle for a cock. Thick, hard, and longer than should be legal.
“If you keep staring at my cock with your mouth open like that, I’m going to take it as an invitation to enter.”
My mouth watered.
“Please, do.”
His eyes met mine, throat rolling.
I hopped onto the desk again, lay on my back, and admired him from this angle. His fingers traced the netting of my tights, stopping to run one along my slit before he ripped the net. It tore around my pussy.
He palmed his cock, gave it a tug from the base to the head, and dragged it along the length until he reached my clit. He circled around the bud. I reached up and pinched my nipple. His eyes blackened and tangled with mine.
Lust layered with need surged between us.
The crown lined up with my entrance. I jerked forward, trying to catch him. The tip slid inside me. My eyes rolled back, a groan escaping my throat.
Holy crap.
We were doing this.
