Page 234 of Darling Venom
“Fuck,” he hissed, hands resting on the couch behind me to hold his weight up.
The movement thrust the smooth head of his cock against my lips. I parted them, drawing him as far into my mouth as I could in one go. I managed to take half of him. My fingers wrapped around the base, guiding more of him past my lips.
He thrust into my mouth, giving me exactly what I asked for. His fingers tangled with my hair, pushing my head forward until he hit the back of my throat.
“Good girl.”
My pussy clenched at his words, hips thrusting up.
I wanted him to fill me. Devour me. Render me unable to walk for days.
My tongue swept the underside of his cock with each of his thrusts.
He pumped into my mouth, his movements jerky and erratic. I was greedy for him, taking everything he’d give me, begging for more with my eyes. A knock interrupted us.
Sylvia’s voice invaded the room. “Dr. Marchetti? Your three o’clock is here.”
“Coming,” he grunted back, jerking out of me.
And, well, he sure was.
“Wait.” I reached for his hip. “I wanna know what it tastes like.” I licked my lips. “I’ve never…”
He groaned, stroking his length from base to tip. I opened my mouth wide. He pumped his cock in front of me, jerking himself off with his crown pressed against my tongue. Thick, white ropes shot out of him, landing on my lips, tongue, teeth.
He palmed the back of my head, guiding me forward. My lips wrapped around the tip of his cock to accept the rest. He filled my mouth, tasting earthy and warm. I swallowed, unable to get enough of him.
When he pulled back, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He slid down my body until our faces were level.
He was mine in a way that made me primal. Coiled with grief, and lust, and every version of need that existed. He was mine, and I was his, and no amount of guilt would ever change that.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
I’d never meant anything more.
He reared back as if I’d slapped him. I ached at the sudden loss. A wall slammed down his face. Bricks made of repulsion and guilt. Like I’d thrown a glass of cold water on him.
“You don’t know me, Charlie. If you did, you wouldn’t love me.”
He meant every word.
Hopelessness surged inside me. It was like watching the saddest movie you’d ever seen, knowing you couldn’t change the plot.
“As much as I bet you’d like to, you can’t dictate my feelings. I love you, Tate Marchetti. It’s as simple as that.”
Tate believed he wasn’t worthy of love.
I could see it in his ragged exhales.
It tore me to shreds. But I thought of Leah. Of the past couple of weeks we’d spent dipping our toes into sisterhood again. Wading in shallow waters. Convincing one another we deserved good things.
Some people need to hear the words over and over again before they believe it.
He moved off me and stood, but I got in his face, forcing him to see me. I refused to give up, and I wanted him to know it.
I think you love me back.
I think you love me, and it scares you.
