Page 144 of A Love Like Venom

Each time that he draws back his hips I move with him. We begin a dance that only the two of us know. A rhythm that is both maddening yet so good that I never want it to stop.

With each thrust I find the pleasure building back up inside of me. The heat pulling in my lower stomach waiting to combust in flames.

He kisses me hard. Thrusting his tongue inside my mouth with dominance. I submit to his desires and let him kiss the wits out of me.

“Reed, I need more,” I beg him but that turns to a moan a second later when his cock hits just the perfect spot inside me. “Oh my god!”

“What. Do. You. Need?” He asks in between thrusts. Each one hitting me in that perfect spot that makes my legs wrap around him and my pussy clench.

“More of you. I need more of you.” I’m a breathless mess as I pant against him.

Removing his hand from above my head his hand travels down my body to where my clit is.

Then he presses his thumb against my clit and I scream in pleasure. “Yes! Please! More!”

“I’ll give this pretty pussy whatever the fuck it wants.” And he does. Because with each thrust his thumb applies pressure against my clit that has the fire inside of me building to catastrophic flames.

“Reed,” I whimper.

“I know, angel. Look me in the eyes when you come. Scream my name and never look away,” he orders and it’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe how much I like dirty talk. His demands only make me wetter.

Picking up the pace the fire inside comes to a boiling point.

With one more hard thrust I stare him straight in the eyes and scream his name as the orgasm hits me. It’s the most powerful one that I have felt yet. It sends shockwaves all through my body. Even down to my toes.

He thrusts three more times before he comes himself. A load roar rips from his throat followed by my name.

With us both breathless and coming down from our orgasms he falls on top of me. His sweaty body plastering on mine.

My arms languidly wrap around him. The feeling of euphoria still coursing through my body but I’m physically exhausted.

My fingers stroke up and down his back as a smile adorns my face.

After a minute or two or maybe even five he raises himself so that he’s no longer plastered against me but he’s still inside of me. He stares down at me with eyes the lightest I have ever seen them. It’s a beautiful sight. Captivating in its own right. His eyes always have amazed me.

Playing with the ends of his hair I tell him softly, “Thank you. For everything.”

“No, Alice. It’s me who has to thank you. You just gave me something so precious. And you bear my fucking name. You never have to thank me for taking care of what’s mine.”

I press an opened mouth kiss to his lips. My head falls back to the pillow. “That’s why I’m thanking you, you know. You were perfect.”

“Youwere perfect,” he corrects me and places another kiss on my lips.

“We are perfect together. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” he says, rubbing his nose against mine. I can’t help but giggle.

As my giggling subsides he kisses me again, slowly. When he breaks away I can feel him hardening again inside me.

Shocked I gasp. “Again?”

He chuckles. “With you I’m always ready. But sadly we aren’t doing that again just yet.”

At that I pout. “Why not?”

“Because you may not feel it yet but you’ll be sore. And I don’t want to hurt you any further.”

“I can take it,” I argue in hopes of him starting again.

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