Page 67 of A Love Like Venom

Except when I reach my bedroom the door is cracked opened. And I know none of my brothers would be in there.

On guard I slowly push my door open the rest of the way.

There sitting on my bed perched like a sex kitten is none other than the clingiest biker bunny, Jessica Finley.

Her dark hair is down falling against her shoulders. She wears a black lacy bra that does everything for her tits but nothing to my dick and matching black lace panties.

Any other man would be jumping at the opportunity to fuck her senseless.

I want her to get the fuck out of my bedroom.

Without my mask I'm all out of patience and I don't have time for her pathetic whining. The girl needs to get it through her head that we fucked once and that's all it will ever be. She's never going to be anything more than that.

"Hello, Snake," she purrs from the bed.

Giving her a hard look, I firmly reply, "Goodbye, Jessica." I remain unbothered as I shift my way aroundmyroom to find fresh clothes and riding gear.

Reaching my dresser I pull out a fresh black shirt. Then from the drawer below it I take a pair of clean black jeans that are nicely worn through. Having worn jeans is essential for longer rides on a bike. You don't want to be uncomfortable.

"I've been waiting for you," she whines. It didn't take her long to start either.

I spare her a glance to see her pouting like a kid denied of candy. "The wait is over. You can leave now," I dismiss her.

I hear her scoff then hear her rummaging around on the bed. She comes to stand besides me, and I can feel her tits against my arm. Then she trails her finger across my sweaty chest.

Having enough I grab her wrist, gently yet firm and bring her hand back to her side. "Seriously, Jessica." I'm trying not to be rough with the girl but she's testing my fucking limits.

Being persistent she then moves in front of me and plasters her body against mine. Her manicured hand comes to rest on the back of my neck, and she forces me to look at her. Full lips arecovered in dark red lipstick. Seductively she swipes her tongue across her lower lip and lets out a little moan.

With my dick pressed up against her she can tell what she's doing has no reaction coming from me.

"I know you want me. How can you deny this?" She slowly turns and presses her ass up against my dick. The thong that she is wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. Although I can admit she has a great ass I could really care fucking less. Next, she grinds her ass against my dick.

This has got to fucking stop.

Grabbing her hips, I push her away from me. Walking away from her I take the black shirt and pull it over my head.

I feel her watching me from the corner of my eye and I know she's stewing.

As I slip off my athletic shorts, she makes one final attempt at getting me to fuck her. With boxers on her hand grips my dick. She then begins to trail kisses up my neck.

"Jessica," I warn her, but she doesn't let up.

I'm fucking done with this shit.

Taking her by the shoulders I shake her slightly to get her attention. When her wide green eyes land on mine they're filled with lust, shock and hurt.

"I fucked you one time, Jessica.One timeand that's all it will ever be. There will never be anything more between us. Do you understand?"

Her lower lip begins to tremble. The last thing I fucking want to deal with is the waterworks. "You can't tell me that you didn't feel something."

Oh, fuck me sideways.

How did having sex one time make her this attached?

How?

"I'm telling you right now that I didn't."

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