Page 151 of A Love Like Venom

She takes a moment to allow herself to adjust. What she doesn’t know is that in this position she can feel me deeper inside of her. This is completely different. As her hips begin to move in small circles her mouth falls open in the perfect “o” I know she can feel it.

Wanting to help her with the new position I place my hands back to her hips. I move her up and then down. I do this again and then again. Her perky tits press up against my chest each time creating the perfect friction. Only another thing to drive her mad.

I go to move her hips again but she doesn’t let me. Quirking a brow at her she winks at me in return. Then she raises herself back up and slams back down on me. She creates a pace that is wild and fast. A pace that I didn’t know she could handle but she is. She’s riding my cock like she’s done it for years. The faster she goes I can feel my balls drawing up but I don’t want to bust too quick.

As she slams back down on me I bring my thumb to press down on her clit. This causes her to moan so loud that it echoes through the bathroom. She throws her head back as she continues to fuck me. Because make no mistake she’s fucking me like a pro right now. Knowing exactly how to work my cock and creating a rhythm that is so good that it’s almost painful to hold back.

With me applying pressure to her clit every time that she slams down on my cock I can tell that she’s so close to her orgasm. As her pussy clenches tight and her body tightens above me I know it will only take a few more thrusts.

Thank fuck for that because at any moment now I’m about to explode.

“Oh my god, Reed!” She screams as she slams down on me for the last time and shatters above me.

Holding on to her hips I thrust upwards three more times before I pullout last minute crying her name and coming all over her stomach.

Her head rests against my chest and my arms wrap around her. We both take a minute to calm our heartbeats and catch our breath. My fingers trail up and down her spine. Even after I still can’t keep my hands to myself.

“Is it always like that?” She asks me in a dreamy voice.

“No, it’s not,” I answer her honestly. What I experience with her I have never experienced with anyone else. Not even fucking close. “It’s only like this with you.”

“Really?” She raises her head to look at me.

I press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “Would I lie to you?”

She smiles at that. “No, I don’t think you would.”

“I wouldn’t. Sex with you, Alice is more than just sex. It’s beyond the physical connection. We have a bond. A love for each other that runs so deep no one could come between us. We’re not only giving our bodies to one another. It’s our minds, souls and hearts we are sharing. Nothing can compare to that.”

Her fingers trail along my jawline. The scruff pricking her fingers. “What a romantic you are.”

At that I roll my eyes. No one has ever accused me of being romantic. Then again I’ve only had a string of women with the rule of never fucking them more than once. My relationship with Caitlin was out of convenience, not love. I push that far away. I don’t want to think about her when I have the woman I was always meant to be with in my arms.

“Only for you, angel.” And I mean that. There’s no one on this earth who could bring out the best in me like she does. No one who can pull out all these emotions. Her and I were always meant to be together.

She presses a soft kiss to my lips. Her hands begin to trail my body again. Where as before it was full of passion and desire now each touch is filled with love.

It doesn’t escape my attention the many scars that she comes across. Some are angrier than others. Probably having due with the fact that I’ve patched them all up myself except for the ones on my back. I’ve never thought much of them with anyone else. They’re just scars. No one knew where they came from.

But Alice . . .

She knows where most of my scars come from. I would tell her when we would gaze up at the stars wishing to live in a better world.

I told her everything.

“I could kill him for what he did to you,” she says darkly. Her fingers touch the scars across my chest and more on my abdomen. Many of them being from the belt he loved to use.

I think he loved it the most because he thought that would be the one to make me cry out in pain. But it never did. Maybe that’s why over the years the lashes would become worse.

Never really gave it much thought. I don’t like to waste my time thinking about the man.

It would be different if he just hurt me but he didn’t. He hurt my momma all those years, too and I didn’t know it. Then came the night I did and he never came back after that. So long good fucking riddance. Didn’t once miss him.

The scars I wear aren’t out of pride. More like survival. “We all have scars, angel,” I remind her.

“My scar is nothing compared to what you went through.”

“But you have more scars than what the visible eye can see. Just because you can see mine doesn’t make them any worse than yours.” The mental abuse from her mother and sister is more than the mind can handle. There’s mental scars there that no one could know about unless she told them. But the years ofverbal abuse is not all of what she’s suffered. She was raped. A traumatic event that can break the body and the mind. But she didn’t let that break her. Not even years later when another man who goes by the name of Razor tried to do the same. She’s a fighter. A survivor. Her scars prove that.

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