Page 79 of Venomous Vows

But I want her to take me.

I want to watch her swallow and suck while she peers up at me with those stunning blues while she sucks the rest of my soul from my body. The girl who used to fight me constantly as a child that I would lie at night thinking about.

It was torture sometimes with her living next door. Thoughts of wanting to climb through her window at night would enter my mind, but that was pushing it. Changing nature and giving Elena any sort of slack would only have her coming to my house more frequently.

And her safety was first.

I was a teenage boy with not as much power as I hold today. I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t want Elena lost in the sea of unfortunate females who were used for their bodies and thrown out to rot when they couldn’t be ruined.

Elena’s warm lips wrap around my tip and I almost fall to my knees. This woman…she’s everything to me. She’s a beautiful mistake. Never was I supposed to get to this point. She was just a girl, and I was a boy and that was supposed to be it.

But she’s sunken her claws into me and won me over with her mouth that’s currently torturing me and the pride that she’s built.

My fingers lace through her curly hair, urging her on because, if she stops, I’m going to die. Right here at her feet and maybe that would solve most of her problems.

Because I’m about to become one.

“You’re so fucking beautiful down there,piccola diavola.The amount of times that I’ve thought of you on your knees for me…”

She takes all of me then, my cock hitting the back of her throat just to show that she could, in fact, actually do it.

My grip tightens, jaw slack as she bobs her head over and over again. Working the inner muscles of my gut that want to unload everything in my balls inside that pretty little mouth of hers.

I’m not sure if I can wait.

I’m also not certain that I want to. I’m almost delirious of spreading her wide again and listening to those soft pants and moans of hers. There’s nothing more addicting in this world than the woman in front of me. It’s almost terrifying, in the sense that I don’t want to be without her.

And I won’t.

She’s mine.

Everything about her, every breath she takes, Elena Rossi was born to torture and stand at my side.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

After a few more excruciating bobs of her head, I’m reaching down to yank her from the ground. She’s in my arms, thighs wrapped around my hips before I mom-arm the vase of flowers and send it crashing to the floor.

Elena gasps before her ass hits the wooden table where they just were and I’m removing the same leggings from earlier all the way off her legs.

Her shirt is next before my mouth clashes with hers. I unhook her bra, allowing her tits to spill freely just to position myself at her entrance and thrust inside again.

Elena mewls, deep and soft in our space, which only causes me to drive harder and faster.

Slow would probably be preferable, but I can’t help myself but move this quickly because otherwise it allows Elena to think too much.

And all I want her to see and think about is me.

Always me.

I want Elena teetering on obsession and need over me. I desire phone calls for me to come home with her in my bed naked and waiting. I wish to fuck her anywhere in this house, when I want and however I please.

My balls clench as Elena sucks on my tongue, teasing and tasting, always wanting to one-up me.

She can have that later when she’s riding my cock in our new bed.

“You’re going to break the table,” Elena mutters through our full-on make-out. “Slow?—”

“This is going to be the normal,piccola diavola.” I move my focus to the nape of her neck and start mauling her there with my lips.“Find a place that you like furniture and give me their number. I’m going to need it.”

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