Page 180 of Craving Venom

I smear her juices all over my cock, stroking slow and steady as her cum coats every inch of me. It glistens along my shaft, clinging to my skin, catching on the swollen veins that throb harder with every pass, begging for more. I swirl my thumb over the tip, spreading her wetness across the slit, and a low, guttural growl tears from my chest because fuck, nothing’s ever felt this good.

I feel the faintest pull of her body, and I look down just in time to catch her dragging herself closer, grinding her pussy against my knee.

I grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

“Did I tell you to move?”

She blinks but there’s no innocence left in her eyes and even as her breath stutters, she doesn’t stop. Her hips grind forward again, dragging her pussy across my knee without a single care for what I’ll do to her or how I’ll punish her.

I slam my palm down beside her head, hard enough to rattle her bones.

“I said stay still.”

“Zane.” Her body fights it, but her greedy little cunt keeps grinding against me. “I...I can’t stop.”

She grinds down harder, the rough seam of my jeans catching her clit just right, and her eyes flutter as her lips part in a soundless moan. Her whole body trembles, her thighs clamping tight around my leg, desperate to keep me there, to stop me from pulling away.

But it only makes me want to ruin her more.

“You’re trying to come like that? By humping my leg?”

Shame and arousal battle on her face, but I can see she’s close. She’s going to make herself come just from rubbing on my thigh like a cock-hungry little thing with no self-control.

And under any other circumstance, where my body wasn’t screaming for release, where my cock wasn’t painfully hard and my balls weren’t ready to explode, I’d let her. I’d let her use me. Let her ride my thigh like a fucktoy and drown herself in it.

But not tonight.

I need her.

I fist her hair and wrench her head up, dragging her gaze to mine, where panic and arousal collide so hard she can barely breathe.

“If you don’t stop grinding on me,” I snarl, bending close enough for our mouths to almost touch, “I’m going to make you come so many times it’ll hurt. You won’t be able to walk. You want that?”

That does it.

I feel the fight drain from her body as her thighs loosen their grip on my leg and she trembles while nodding, not in agreement or refusal but in surrender.

Good fucking girl.

I grab my cock and drag the head across her pussy. The moment I touch her, she arches into me with a strangled moan, and her mouth falls open at how good it feels.

I drift closer, pausing just above her lips, close enough to steal her breath. I don’t kiss her. I just breathe her in.

I keep stroking the head of my cock between her pussy lips. “Are you on the pill?”

“I-IUD…”

I press an open-mouthed kiss to her jaw.

“Get on the pill.”

Her brows knit as confusion colors her expression. “Why?”

“Because the next time I see you…” I drag the head lower, pressing to her entrance but not pushing in. “…I will fuck you.”

I slide the head of my cock directly over her clit, and her entire body convulses. She comes with a broken cry, her back bowing off the floor, her thighs locking around my hips as if she’s trying to survive it. But I don’t stop. I keep stroking her, dragging her orgasm out until she’s gasping beneath me, helpless and wrecked. Her body enslaves my senses, every breath, every thought until I forget everything but the need to bury myself inside her. And when she finally falls apart, I’m done holding back.

I bring my hand to my cock and stroke, slow at first, dragging friction up the length that’s been torturing me since I first touched her. I watch her—sweaty, panting, completely dazed—and fuck, that’s all it takes. I lose it.

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