Page 89 of Lovely Venom

A primitive need flares inside me as I stroke the rigid length of his cock through his briefs, marveling at the brutal hardness. I want so badly to relieve him of that ache.

Tension radiates through him as I trail kisses from the base, all the way up to the damp patch at the tip. When I lap the head of his cock through the fabric and suck him into my mouth, he lets out a rough breath.

His fingers thread through my hair, hand tightening reflexively as I worship him through the barrier of his briefs.

It’s intoxicating watching his restraint slowly unravel. He doesn’t just want this. He’s consumed by it.

As I pause to meet his gaze, that recognition arcs between us.

“I want to see all of you,” I breathe.

Slowly, he untangles his hand from my hair, a faint tremor pulsing through him as I begin to unwrap him.

Loosening the laces on his oxfords, I slip them off and set them aside.

Skimming my fingers down his calves, I peel his socks away. And when I reach for the band of his briefs and trousers, he lifts his hips to help me.

Once I’ve folded his clothes into a neat pile, I take a second to gather myself.

When I finally sneak a glance at him, my lips part.

God, this man really is a sight to behold.

I drink in the length of his thick, heavy cock, concluding he’ll absolutely destroy me. But I don’t have an ounce of self-preservation left, so…if I die, I die.

A current of restless energy runs through me as I edge closer, palms gliding over his solid thighs as I settle between them.

I’ve never handled a man this size, and I’m not even sure where I want to begin. I have an endless list of ideas from years of fantasizing about him, but it’s too hard to choose. So, I follow my instincts.

Taking him into my hand, I stroke his shaft and milk the precum from the head. When I lap it up with a small, kittenish lick, his cock pulses in my grip.

“Eyes on me, dea.” Heat saturates his command.

I lift my gaze to his as I draw him into my mouth with a slow, lazy pull, and he rewards me with a guttural groan of approval.

It gives me all the encouragement I need to keep going, sinking him further into the back of my throat. I don’t have much of a gag reflex, but my jaw is stretched to capacity. It was over-ambitious to try taking the whole of him. So I wrap my fingers around the base and stroke him as I hollow out my cheeks.

His palm settles on my head, fingers pressing into my skull as I start to guide him in and out of my mouth. The intensity of his gaze consumes me, suspending us in that moment as I focus solely on serving him.

Masculine sounds of pleasure bleed up his throat as he praises me with roughly spoken words.

“Look at you swallowing my cock like such a good fucking girl.”

Warmth unfurls in my chest, nourishing the most neglected part of me. It fans the flames of my desire and untethers my control. I take him deeper, stroking and sucking him with a need that possesses me.

There’s something almost intoxicated in his expression as he watches me with parted lips, and it makes me feel like I’ve done something good.

Something really, really good.

Tension draws his muscles tight, and his breathing shallows as I edge him closer to release.

“Dea.” His grip on my hair tightens, an undercurrent of darkness threading through his voice. “Do you want my cum in your throat?”

I continue stroking him as I pull my mouth free to answer him. This isn’t a question for clarification about what was on my consent form. He knows exactly what I want—and I know that he wants me to ask him nicely.

“Yes, please.” I hum my approval as I kiss the head of his cock.

He reaches down, fingers feathering over my jaw, offering me a moment of softness before his dominance comes out to play.