Page 65 of Rawest Venom

“Is that part of the requirement?”

Letting my head drop back onto the top of the chair, I tell him, “Yeah, typically husbands talk with their wives.” A wild-headed V pokes her head into my bedroom, her eyes still heavy from sleep. She smiles lazily as she shuffles in, a sheet wrapped loosely around her curvy frame. Motioning with my fingers, I make room for her to sit on my lap, then nuzzle her neck asshe attempts to control a giggle. Her movements cause my cock to rise between her ass cheeks. This call better end soon.

“All I know I gotta do is fuck her, then get her knocked up. That doesn’t typically require much talking other than, ‘turn over’ and ‘shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl,’”

Shaking my head at him, I say, “I can tell you’re going to have a lot of fun with her…and her boyfriend.”

“What—?”

“My people will be in touch.” Pressing the button to end the call, I tighten my arms around V’s waist. “Mmm, puppet didn’t get her fill of me this morning yet, did she?”

“No. I didn’t.” Looking around the bedroom, she lowers her brow with a question. “Why did you put us in the guest room last night?”

“Because I want something of you andus.” Sliding her legs to the side so I can look at her freckled face, I kiss her lightly on the cheek and wave my hand around to show her. “This room is just work andnotreally where I ever slept. More like just crashed in between times of monitoring you.” Patting her silk-covered thigh, I say, “If you want me to build you a new house with different memories, I will burn this place to the ground and piss on its ashes. If you want to live here, so be it. But just pick any room and we’ll make itours… Right now.”

“You made me feel pleasure for the first time in that bathroom.” She nods to the open door near my bedside.

“Yes, but I’d like to make love to you in a bed. Where we can sleep together every night.” Brushingsome of her hair back, I suction up the skin of her upper arm as she considers.

“Come on…” The sheet gets tangled at her feet as she stands, but she gathers it and grasps my hand to pull me with her. Tugging me down the hall of our wing, she starts throwing open doors and the sunshine she radiates lands inside my heart. Watching her feel so comfortable here, free to roam wherever she wants, it’s what I want for everyone who was in her position.

“Oooh! Gold and blue? Nah. Never mind. Too fluffy.” As she leads me farther down in a stumbling gallop, she makes comments on each room we pass. “Too stuffy.” Each giggle she lets out travels through my belly and into my waiting cock. “Wow, this is too dark.” I’m about to ravage her in the hallway if she doesn’t pick soon.

A loud gasp leaves her throat as she opens the double doors at the opposite end of the hall from my room. “This one!” It’s the guest suite we kept for important dignitaries or mob bosses. The green room, we’d call it. No one has used it for at least ten, if not more, years. Trees in a mint green line the wallpaper and a deep forest velvet covers the Louis XIV bed with a high tufted headboard upholstered in a spring green silk. The rug is like white blossoms have fallen from some invisible branches while the twisted wooden chandelier gives the place an odd rustic vibe to the otherwise fancy brocades. It’s Veracity in a room.

She quickly spins her head to get my approval, and my lips curl into a smile at her open-mouthed joy before I scoop her up and carry her across the threshold. Thecrinkles in her nose relax from her childlike smile to a misty wonder as I place her on the bed and crawl on top of her. My lips gently massage hers open, and with a soft swish of the tip of my tongue, I pry them apart until she accepts me inside.

Vera’s taste is like sugar with vanilla, and maybe a dash of spice that hits me unexpectedly at times. Her musk is like a hint of her mouth, and I salivate at the thought of being between her legs again. Eating her pussy is an absolute need in my life now.

“I love you, and I can’t wait to marry you.”

Kissing down the column of her exposed neck, I tug her sheet with me on my descent. She leans up on her elbows to watch with a sparkle in her bright eyes that trail mine. “Now that you realize I don’t want to kill you, you’re quite the romantic, Mister Von Dovish.”

A loud smack leaves her dusky pink lips as she spreads them in awe when I gingerly take a bite on the apex of her thigh. Not hard enough to bruise, just enough to leave my mark, I suckle there as she pants out breaths. After she wiggles her hips, I’m able to work the rest of her cover off and toss it behind me, leaving my lover completely exposed.

Standing, I gaze at her nude body, perusing it in case I’m ever in that poisoned position and cannot open my eyes. Studying it for my dreams. Learning it for when I’m alone.

“Fuck, I want to pleasure you in so many ways…” Tossing my T-shirt across the room, I strip off my jeans, then boxers. Stroking myself with one hand, I scratch mychin with the other, considering just where I want to touch her first.

Pulling her foot up to my mouth, I breathe on one toe as her knees shudder together. “Little piggy?”

With a mock gasp, her jaw unhinges. A devilish playfulness creases the corners of her eyes. “Don’t! Youwerewatching.”

Narrowing my eyes, I suck on her biggest toe, watching her breasts rise and fall rapidly. “Of course, puppet.”

“And you killed him.”

“And I’d do it again a thousand times. No one touches what is mine. Remember that.” Using my teeth, I rake her toe through my mouth before latching onto the skin of her foot, suctioning up to her ankle, then further kissing my way to her knees while they tremble, trying to close back together. She whimpers and lets her head hang back, red hair splaying erratically across the comforter. Kneeling before her on the floor, she spreads before me as I slide my palms under her ass cheeks and scoot her toward my waiting tongue.

I take my time swirling around her throbbing pearl, then suck before clenching with my teeth just hard enough that she snaps her neck and cries as she grips my head with her fingers threading through my hair. “Cal!”

“Mmm, puppet?” Doing it again, she groans and thrusts her hips toward me. “You like the pain, remember? And I like to give you pleasure with it.” Licking from back to front, I stroke her repeatedly with my nose until I find a rhythm she enjoys while writhing on my face. Sucking on and flicking her clit with the tip of mytongue, I curl two fingers inside her warm hole until she’s on the edge, the wetness of her pleasure coating my entire hand. Right as I sense she’s about to climax, I eat her, biting as if she were the last meal on earth. The scream that rips through her lungs is deafening, even with her thick thighs muffling all sound and air surrounding my ears.

“Cal… That was…”

I stroke myself, cock hard and pulsating with need. Grasping her waist, I tug her back to the middle of the bed, then grip under her knees, parting them wide for me to settle between them. My palms gather up the evidence of her orgasm coating my cheeks and chin, then apply it to the shaft of my dick before I wet the tip near her entrance. A few smacks of the head of my cock on her clit make her writhe off the bed, a wail escalating from her throat.

With a thump of my hips, I enter her as we both groan in mutual ecstasy. Laying over her, I ease myself inside her warm, tight tunnel, filling her to capacity. “You feel amazing. I may put superglue on my dick, so it never leaves you. Just keep myself stuck inside forever.”

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