Page 67 of The Vipers and Their Venom

Suddenly self-conscious, I wrap one arm around my breasts and hide my pussy with my other wrist. I know I’m curvier than most, and this is the first time a man—or men—have ever seen me fully naked. What if they don’t like what they see? What if they focus on my stomach rolls or stretchmarks?

But Zane reaches for me and shakes his head, then pulls my arms away. He tugs me onto the bed and turns me so I’m sitting in his lap. The huge hardness of his erection digs into the spot where my ass becomes my back. I’m focused on Lex now, how he’s completely naked too, his substantial erection jutting out from the dark curls around his groin.

Behind me, Zane’s hands trace my skin, up and down and around, and it dawns on me that he’s outlining the snake tattoo on my back. He places kisses to the back of my neck and shoulders, but I sense all his focus is on my spine.

Lex joins us on the bed. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Those deep blue eyes, the thatch of almost black hair. His body is like something from a magazine.

“Be gentle,” I say to him. “It’s been a while.”

“You know I will, my perfect girl.”

I hope he will because he’s about to take my virginity, and he doesn’t even know it.

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LEX

I’m fucking preening that she chose me, but I’m careful not to show it too much. We never fight over girls, but something tells me Venom might be the first. She’s got something about her that makes me wild, and I can tell the same feeling infects Zane and Saint.

She leans back against Zane’s chest, and I part her legs and slide between them. Fuck, my cock is so hard, I’m worried I might come too soon. I cup her cheek and kiss her, our tongues dancing, as I reach between her thighs and play with her clit. It’s still all swollen from before, and I rub it in circles, kissing her even harder. Soon, she’s whimpering as if she’s desperate for more.

I know I am, so I don’t keep up the foreplay. We’ve all been building to this moment, and I can’t wait any longer. Pushing two fingers inside her, I find her wet and hot.

“How does that feel?” I ask.

“Good,” she gasps, clamping around me. “So good.”

Kissing her soft, pouty mouth again, I pump in and out, loosening her up. If she feels this tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to see how good she feels choking my cock.

I pepper her throat with small kisses, murmuring praise and nonsense as I work my way down to her full tits. I squeeze them and palm them, loving the soft, pillowy feel. I kiss the sides of them, and then lick around her nipples. She’s got such big nipples, and it makes my cock ache. I suck one into my mouth and gently nibble at it. She squirms and moans.

“Oh, fuck, Lex. I want you. Please.”

I love hearing her beg.

I get into position. I’m on my knees, while Zane is still behind her, so she’s half sitting. I grab her ankles, pulling her down the bed toward me, and hook them around my waist. Unable to wait any longer, I take hold of my cock and line my head up with her entrance.Merde, she’s so swollen and wet. We both stare down at where our bodies meet as I push in slowly at first, keeping in mind what she said about being gentle. She stretches around me and lets out a whimper, and I forge on, pressing deeper, watching myself vanish inside her, inch by inch.

Her mouth drops open, her expression almost comical.

Flushed cheeks. Wide eyes with dilated pupils. Parted lips and soft moans.

I push in farther and almost cry in pleasure at how tight she is. Her pussy is gripping me like a fucking clenched fist, and I lose it.

My promises float away on the afternoon breeze as my hips hitch and I start to fuck her fast, the way I need. The waysheneeds, if her moans and glassy eyes are anything to go by. My hips slam into her, and I’m sure I’ve never been this hard or big before.

I turn into an animal, frenzied, almost possessed. She’s making louder sounds now, but they don’t properly register through the rushing of the blood in my ears, or the sound of my own panting.

I’m a king on his throne, fucking his queen, and Saint and Zane are just the courtiers. For once, I get the starring role, not them. Who said nice guys finish last?

Then something harsh grabs me by the throat. I stare up in shock at Zane, who has me in a chokehold. My hips slow, the adrenaline recedes, and I follow his angrily jabbing finger at Venom who is crying. Not with pleasure. Actually crying.

What the fuck?

She pushes at my chest, and I roll off her, confusion, shame, and anger waging a battle inside me.

“You said you’d be gentle,” she accuses.

I frown at her. “I’m sorry, I got carried away. You were into it, and it’s not as if you’re a virgin. Jesus, Venom. Get a fucking grip.”

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