Page 16 of Venomous Kiss
But not once have I had this level of sexual chemistry with anyone.
Ever.
“Oh, Caterpillar loves it rough, doesn’t she?” he says against my breast.
I nod and lift my hands to my hair, digging my fingers into the loose locks as I start moving. He bites my other nipple just as hard.
The roughest sex I ever had with Deven was him spanking me.
That’s it.
It sucked.
Even the spank wasn’t enough to leave my ass marked for days.
I want it to be memorable.
Reon knows exactly how to be remembered. He has a masterful cock, one that made me jump on a plane with him so I can get more of it. I move faster and faster, up and down. His hands are all over me, on my ass, my hips. But I don’t stop.
I know he’s reaching his limit when his grunts sound almost pained. The feeling I get from making this powerful man fall hard is unlike any other.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls.
His head is over my shoulder, and his hands are back on the plane’s controls, turning off autopilot. I feel the plane move forward, so I grip my hands around his neck and hold on for dear life.
We dip, and I fly up, and as fast as I go up, I’m coming back down and slamming even harder onto him.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream as he repeats whatever he just did.
“Fucking hell,” he says and then curses some more, his hands working behind me. I’m too focused on myself to care if we’re about to die.
I want this orgasm.
I’m practically screaming for it to come.
And on the third dip, when I slam back onto him, I shatter.
He must put the plane back on autopilot because his hands grip my hips and rock me back and forth quickly. I can feel myself building back up again.
“We could have died,” he says, bites my neck, and doesn’t stop moving me. Deven never took control like this. I feel his teeth dig in, and I wonder if he’s drawing blood.
Pulling away, I feel him come, and just as he does, my second release follows, and the rocking of my hips speeds up.
“That pussy is milking the fuck out of my cock. Keep going.”
I take over the rocking, unable to stop myself. And when a third orgasm comes, I lean forward and bite his shoulder through his shirt to stop the scream.
While we sit there, still connected, both out of breath, the plane starts making acceleration noises.
“Get in your seat. It’s time to land.”
I climb off him, not even bothering to fix myself. He pulls the condom off, ties it up, and throws it behind him before he zips himself up and begins pressing buttons on the instrument panel.
“Are you meeting with anyone here when we land?” I ask.
“Yes,” he answers, his headset back on. His attention is off me and back on flying the plane.
“Who?”
