Page 178 of Craving Venom

“If anyone’s embarrassing themselves here, it’d be me. So, shut your mouth, unless I ask you to work it around my cock.”

Fuck. The image alone has me close to blowing. Just imagining her mouth on me makes it hard to breathe. I’ve dreamed about face-fucking her until I break her voice.

“Well, Zane, you’re in for one hell of a surprise. I hope you can handle it.”

I pull my cock free, thick and already leaking, and drag it across her bloodstained lips. She flinches before swallowing hard, and all I can think about is how good that throat is going to feel clenching around me.

“Think you can handle this, baby?” I taunt, tapping my cock against her lips.

Before she can spit another word, I tangle my fingers in her hair and yank her head forward. I shove myself into her mouth, burying deep down her throat. Her hands fly to my hips, leaving angry crescent moons.

Her eyes shoot wide. I see the war inside her, but she holds on, even as I press harder. I close my eyes and savor the grip of her throat around my cock. Her mouth is fire and wet heat, and the second her lips close around me, I let out a raw, guttural groan. When I finally open my eyes, hers are already brimming. Tears spill down her cheeks, streaming in twin rivers that drip from her chin and splatter onto the floor between us.

Her mouth is stretched wide around my cock. Drool leaks from the corners, trailing down her throat and pooling on her cleavage.

“Tell me, good girl,” I rasp, dragging my hips slower for a heartbeat, letting her snatch half a breath before I yank my cock free with a wet pop.

“How do you like the feel of my cock around your throat?”

She glares up at me with her glassy and bloodshot eyes. Her jaw shifts just enough for her to rasp out one word between coughs and spit.

“Disappointing.”

That little lie? It barely gets past her ruined throat.

My hand tightens in her hair and I slam into her hard, forcing my cock so deep her head jerks back. Her nails claw at my hips, dragging down, and I feel the sting as she gets skin under every fingertip.

“Good girls,” I murmur, dragging out the words as I roll my hips, grinding deep inside her mouth, “don’t fucking lie.”

With each thrust, I push her further, burying myself so deep her throat tightens around me. She gags, sputters, fights for air, but I can’t stop.

“When I pull out, I want the name of every guy you’ve ever been with.” I grip her jaw and yank her head to the side. “You’re going to remember every single one of them, Faith. And you’re going to choke on their names with my cock deep down your throat.”

I bury myself brutally into her, hard enough to make her sputter and seize up, and the sight of her struggling to take it wrecks something inside me beyond repair.

“Rodney...” she gasps out when I ease back.

I growl and thrust forward again, cutting her off mid-breath, shoving myself so far down her throat I feel her whole body seize.

“Tyler...”

Drool bubbles at the corners of her mouth the second I give her a fraction of space. I don’t even let her breathe before I fuck her mouth open again.

“Jason...”

And that’s it. That’s the last one.

I know, because I took the eyes of every single tool she’d ever been with. Every man who’d touched her before me, all of them ended up screaming in the dark with nothing but sockets left.

Now Faith chokes out their names with her throat wrapped around my cock. It’s the closest they’ll ever get to her again.

I pull out with a sharp snap of my hips. Her head lolls back as spit and pre-cum stretch from her lips to my cock in long, wet strands. She coughs, sucking in a broken breath.

I kneel in front of her, and the second my weight shifts toward her, she shrinks away. Her back hits the floor and she tries to scramble, but I don’t let her get far. I press one palm flat beside her head, caging her in.

“Hands above your head.”

She doesn’t move. Just gives me a defiant look that screams the last thing she’ll do is give in to me.

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