Page 141 of A Love Like Venom

I pull on his hair tighter and by his expression I can tell that he likes my aggressiveness. He won’t like it soon if I don’t get what I want. “I want you inside of me.”

His hands roam my body, fingers ghosting over my nipples before landing on the button of my jean shorts. “You will but I’m not done with you yet.”

Looking in my eyes again he waits for my approval and I nod my head. He then unbuttons my jeans and pulls down the zipper. I’m about to help him take them off when he flips me so that I’m on my back and he’s on top.

Then he slides down my body with a look that is made of pure sin and wickedly delicious intentions. Lifting my hips he takes off both my panties and jean shorts.

He presses a kiss to my navel before his head descends. All I can see is the light brown hair on his head as I hear him breathe me in.Down there.

Raising his head slightly our eyes meet. Hunger like I have never seen before greets me. “You smell so fucking sweet.” He looks back down at my pussy that is pulsing for him and dripping. “You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”

I don’t realize that he’s waiting for a response until I breathe out, “Only for you.”

He hums appreciatively in the back of his throat. “I think I can make this pretty pussy wetter.” Taking the challengeamongst himself his lips finally press a kiss to methere.Right on my clit. “Still trust me, angel?”

I can hardly formulate a single thought, let alone get out a response.

But it’s when I feel the handle of the switchblade against my pussy I become fully alert. Raising myself up on my forearms I stare wide eyed at him with apprehension. Nerves eat me alive as anxiety begins to tighten my once loose limbs.

“Reed, what are you doing?” I can’t hide the trepidation in my voice. And while I know this ismy ReedI can’t help but think of how Razor abused me with a blade.

His eyes are knowing when they gaze up at me. Gauging my reaction he inserts barely an inch of the handle in my pussy.Holy fuck.

“I’m taking away your fear,” he says as he slides the handle of the blade deeper. My pussy greedily welcomes it. With how wet I am there is no resistance. And with how Reed is looking at me, like I’m a goddess, my legs open wider for him. Granting him access do to whatever he pleases. “He made you afraid of a blade. I’m going to make you crave the pleasure it will bring.”

And there’s the darkness in him that I can’t help but be drawn to. A moth to a flame. Icarus to the damn sun.

He stretches my pussy with the blade handle. Slowly inserting bit by bit. I can feel my arousal trickling down my pussy to my ass. And when the handle is fully inside me he presses his thumb down hard on my clit.

“Oh my god!” My hips try to buck off the bed but he pins me down.

“Close but not quite.” He smirks. “The next time you come I want you screaming my name. Can you do that?”

I nod my head too overwhelmed with the pleasure building inside to form a coherent response.

I have a fucking switchblade handle inside my pussy and he wants me to answer?

He pulls the handle halfway out before plunging it back in. His voice rumbles as he asks, “I said, can you do that?”

Oh my fucking god that’s hot.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “I can do that.”

“That’s my good girl.” Satisfied with my answer he begins to fuck me with the handle of the switchblade. And I don’t care how depraved it is. I don’t care how wrong it is. What matters is how incredibly good it feels. What matters is the immense pleasure he’s bringing me.

I feel the buildup in my lower abdomen. The tightening and pooling of heat and muscles. “Reed.” His name is both a plea and a cry.

My hands that were fisted in the bed sheets come to wind up in his hair. He continues to fuck me with the handle, picking up the pace..

I’m almost there.

I’m so fucking close that I can taste it.

Sensing this he circles my clit roughly with his thumb.

And then it happens. After four more thrusts of the handle and his thumb on my clit I come crashing down from a pleasure so high that it blinds me. “Reed!” I scream his name so hard my throat feels raw.

I lay spent on the bed, panting heavily with my body feeling like jello having done felt a pleasure so heavenly I don’t know how anything can be better.

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