Page 98 of Sweet Touch of Venom

And there she is. The door is barely open. But I can see all of her. The bed is only a few feet from the door. Eyes closed, curly hair sprawled all around her, back arched, and her body beautiful with only red thongs on. The moonlight from the open patio door shining in on her succulent frame. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that she is fucking herself.

My body vibrates, causing my brain to go into overdrive. I begin salivating right fucking there; the sight of her pleasuring herself is so tortuous my dick hardens instantly.

I tilt my head in a trance, my eyes skating up her long, toned legs and the way they spread apart how each thrust inside herself sends another moan into the air, mixing with the breeze. Even with the wind blowing through the room, sweat stains her skin, glistening off her body like diamonds under the light.

She glides her other fingers up her belly; the muscles flexing from her plunging in and out of her slick pussy. It’s so wet; the slippery sounds emanate out, echoing right into my ear.

My heart pounds harder; narrowing my gaze, she rubs her nipple before pinching them, and sending another wave ofmoans into the air. The sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I look closer, making out the thongs she’s wearing, my heart slams into my chest again. I can never forget them. Those are the underwear I came all over. She’s…wearing them.

Fuck. My little snake is so fucking sexy, so damn dirty that my body can't take it.

A good man would leave. A good guy would respect her privacy and let her fuck herself without prying eyes.

But I’m not a good guy.

Instead, my cock presses so hard against my zipper that I can’t take the pressure anymore. I keep the door ajar, enough to get a hefty view of the beauty before me. I unzip the jagged zipper slowly, not causing any sound.

I dip inside to shift my boxers and my dick falls free, the relief more fulfilling than normal. Instead of thrusting her finger into her wet folds, she pushes the hem back over to cover her pussy and begins rubbing her clit. Fucking hell. My being vibrates painfully, I’m fighting my self-control to not stroll inside and replace that old cum with newer, much fresher cum.

I can imagine how swollen it is, how delicious she tastes. I wet my hand from the drool that formed in my mouth, then I grip my length. An electric shutter shoots right up my core. It’s hot and pulsing in my hand, the veins thick, my balls full. I don’t tip my head back from the sensation swarming in me because I can’t take my eyes off her. I want to take in every last part of her and engrave it in my head like a steel rod burning the flesh.

Her speed picks up, rubbing vigorously. I do the same, jerking my hips, my thickness pushing into my hand. My chest tightens with the harsh beats of my heart, my vision tunnels—only her in frame. My view becomes a lens, only zoomed on the thing that matters the most.

She bites down on her lower lip, her legs becoming shaky, her breath scattering. That only makes me squeeze myself harderand fuck my hand with force as I picture myself being the one pleasing her. Replacing her dainty hands with my tongue. Tasting all her sweetness, sucking and ravishing every last drop of her orgasm.

I wonder what she’s thinking about while giving herself this pleasure.

Is she imagining me fucking her so deep that I make her eyes roll back? Or of another asshole? Not that it matters because I’m the one watching her devour herself; she’s the one fucking herself with my cum.Mine.And I’m the one witnessing something so magnificent that my mind is swirling.

My heart picks up its pace, beating faster and faster, my movements become jerkier. The pounding in my head sends electricity down my spine and into my balls.

Come with me, my sweet venom.

And from there, with one last rub and pinch, her plump lips part, and her legs spread even wider. A throaty moan fills the room, her head tossing to the other side as her orgasm rocks her body. Just when I thought that was enough for me to cum, she moans again as the shocks take over her body.

“Ronan,” she moans out with a soft whisper, her thighs clenching together to contain the sensations streaming through her.

My jaw slacks as my knees go weak, and my chest squeezes tight enough to wheeze for air. Before I know it, with one last pump, my orgasm erupts through me like a volcano. Shooting its hot liquid and spilling all into my hand. I’m buzzing as I keep pumping the cream from my seed, lathering all over my cock. My ass muscles are tensing. It’s so strong my body is shaking, and I have to grit my teeth to contain my own groans from escaping.

Before she sees me, I close the door with a shaky hand; the sound giving a soft click. I shut my eyes, my brain stillunraveling what took place. My heartbeat slows, my vision resurfaces, but the fulfillment is a high I’ve never experienced.

My little venomous snake was thinking of me, and she was fucking herself as if she wished those panties were my cock. Which only confirms everything I tried hard to deny. The message is clear as day.

She wants me. And I plan to have her.

TO BE CONTINUED

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