Page 45 of Ivy's Venom

I press my hand into her chest and force her to lay back on the table.

“Are you going to fuck me on the table my family eats dinner off of?” She grins at me.

I run my finger over her panties, the wetness soaking all the way through, and her breathing rapid. I hook my finger into the strap and slowly pull them down, exposing her an inch at a time, and losing myself more with each inch. I drop the panties to the floor and stand there, just looking at her glistening, for me.

Then the panic begins to set in.

He’s just standing there, completely still, and completely clothed. I can see the indecisiveness on his face and I know he’s warring internally. His feelings for me, lust and hatred battling it out, and I’m just foolishly lying here waiting for whichever one wins.

I sit up and reach for my sweater.

“Wait,” his voice sounds pained.

“Neil, just go home.” I push my arm through.

He yanks the sweater away and chucks it behind him, then his mouth is back on mine. Once again, I’m lost in his kiss, it’s aggressive, and fucking perfect. His tongue pushing its way inside my mouth, it’s rough surface skating across mine, and his hand finally between my legs.

“You’re so wet.” He says into my mouth.

“Don’t fucking waste it, Jones.” I retort.

His finger pushes into my core and I gasp against his lips, it feels like forever since I’ve had sex. I haven’t touched anyone since before Christmas, since before I kissed Neil in my bedroom.

Neil breaks our kiss and continues his way down my chest, licking my skin, dipping his tongue into every dip and groove. Then he’s between my legs, his breath fanning my wet skin, and his eyes looking at me.

He pulls his finger out and uses both hands to spread me wide, taking a deep inhale of my arousal.

“Neil, please.” I beg, I’m not above it and I want his mouth on me so fucking bad.

His tongue tentatively swipes through my folds and I sink back on to the table with a moan. He’s soft but deliberate in his swipes, but I’m used to having sex a bit more on the rougher side, and I know this sweet making love shit won’t cut it.

I pop up on my elbows and his eyes meet mine over my mound.

“I won’t break, Neil. I need a fucking not a love session.”

His eyes darken and he stands up tall, pulling his pants down by the waist band. His black boxer briefs do nothing to hide his size and I feel my mouth fill with saliva.

“I want to suck your cock.” I say, “but I can’t right now because I need you inside of me.”

He begins to pull down his boxers and then curses. “Give me one minute.”

I growl in frustration as he runs to the front door but laugh when I see his pants still around his thighs. What the fuck is he doing? He opens it and rushes outside. It’s fucking cold.

Is he dipping out on me? I sit up completely and hear his car door shut. No way. I’m about to get off the table when he rushes back in, a square wrapper in his mouth, and his pants exactly the same.

“The fuck you doing?” He asks as he pushes me back down. “Don’t waste it, Jones.” He mocks me and pulls his pants and boxers down.

He pulls his sweater off and I’m stunned silent when I see all the tats decorating his chest and stomach. His stomach! Looks like I could scrub my laundry clean on it and worry about the fabric fraying, that’s how defined he is. My gaze lowers and I fall back to the table with a sigh, thank god.

Now as long as he knows what to do with it. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and pulls them out, running them over my clit, and sinking them deep inside of me. Then he’s rubbing my wetness over his cock before sliding the condom on.

“I hate condoms and I wanted to feel you.” He groans as he pulls my ass off the table and lines himself up.

I want to feel him, too, but I agree we need the protection because as much as we know each other, we don’t actually know each other.

He begins to push himself in and I gasp at the stretch. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks and then he gives one good push, jamming himself in deep.

“Fuck!” I yell and groan when he pulls back out.

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