Page 37 of Making Choices

“Gonna kill him for puttin’ his hands on you.”

Again, he hits me with the light and shade.

Although I try to agree with his pronouncement, no discernible sound is made. My mouth is full of his cock and he’s moving again. I swallow when he hits the back of my throat. Gag when he doesn’t give me time to prepare for his invasion. Blink fast as my eyes burn from the flowing water. I take everything he has to offer until I’m pleading in my head for him to either come down my throat or fuck me properly.

Slapping my palms against his thighs, I make the decision for us both.

Venom seems amused when he asks, “You callin’ carnage already?”

I shake my head. He groans as he pulls his cock free of my lips. Savage need drives me to drag my teeth along his length. Venom hisses. I grin up at him. Gazes locked, we glare at each other, daring the other to make the first move, to push the boundaries of our commitment.

My demons call to his.

Venom answers with monsters of his own.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game tonight.” His tone is robotic. Detached. In it, I hear his control trying not to snap. The fingers Venom knots in my hair to drag me back to my feet are cruel. “And we both know you’re not gonna like the consequences.”

Cocking a hip to one side, I sneer at him. “Yeah? I don’t believe you.”

My taunt has the desired effect. Venom slams his mouth against mine. His fingers dig into my flesh. My arse. My breasts. My hips. He’s everywhere at once. I am just as rough. Dragging my nails along his skin. Pulling his hair too hard. Biting his lip whenever he pulls away from my bleeding mouth to draw a breath.

We devour each other.

Fight each other.

He wins.

Spearing me with two fingers, Venom slams my back into the wall. The wet tiles make my skin burn as he works me hard. In and out. A curl of his fingers grazes the sensitive spot in the front wall of my pussy. His thumb flicks my clit. I edge toward my climax, but he rips it away.

With a smirk, I taunt him. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

I bite down on his bottom lip until I draw blood. Venom licks the cut and smiles at me. The blood that colours his teeth makes him appear demonic. Then he kisses me again. With his tongue, he feeds me his life force. I suck him clean, over and over, as he worries the wound until it’s bleeding freely and shares his essence with me.

The blood runs down his chin. It drips on my chest and Venom paints me with it.

Every time the shower water cleans me, he opens the cut some more so he can mark me again. I’ve lost track of time and my senses to the point where I can’t see straight when he pulls his mouth from mine to ask, “You ready?”

My legs are like jelly, yet I tell him, “Bring it.”

Everything happens in a rush. He hooks my leg around his hips and finger fucks me. Too hard. Not hard enough. Venom brings me to the edge, then leaves me hanging.

“God, I’m gonna come.” Again, he works me to the cusp but refuses to allow me to tumble into the clutches of my climax. “No. No. Please.”

The growl that emanates from his chest is animalistic. I find myself facing the tiled wall, my hair wrapped around his wrist, as he forces me to arch my back. For one fleeting moment, I worry he’s going to take my arse for the first time. He doesn’t. Instead, Venom runs his cock between my thighs. He’s warm, almost hot, against my sensitive flesh. The shower continues to flow over us, a loudly cascading waterfall that does nothing to disguise our heavy breathing and moans.

With agonising precision, he drags his cock back and forth.

I try to angle myself to force him inside me, but he’s too strong.

Eventually, he brings me close to orgasm.

“No. Please. Oh.” My begging ends with a squeal as he thrusts into me. My feet momentarily leave the floor. I slap my hands against the tiles to stay upright. “God. Yes. God.”

“Do you feel that? I’m deep as I can be, but your hungry, little cunt still wants more.”

“Give it to me, Venom. Make it hurt.”

He does exactly that.

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