Page 124 of Sweet Venom

I snorted.

“Baby…”

Then a squint. A blink.

Her eyes cracked open, just barely, and focused on my chest like it had personally offended her.

“Why are you awake?” she mumbled, voice scratchy with sleep. “It’s illegal to be conscious before noon.”

Poe hated mornings with a passion.

I smirked. “I missed that smart mouth.”

She groaned and buried her face in my chest. “Ugh. Don’t be sweet. It’s too early for that and my brain can’t come up with good comebacks.”

“You don’t like it?” I asked, brushing a hand over her blue hair. “I think you do, my snoring little menace.”

She gasped and slapped my chest like I’d insulted her mother. “I do not snore.”

“Oh, you do.” I said with much solemnity. “You sound like a baby dragon trying to breathe fire in its sleep.”

She lifted her head just enough to glare at me through half-lidded eyes. “Take it back or I’ll smother you with your own pillow.”

I chuckled. “How about you smother me with that pussy.”

Desire sparked in her green eyes and her nostrils flared, a subtle give away that she liked the idea of rubbing her pussy on my face.

“Don’t even,” she said with a yawn, flopping back down like a cat reclaiming her throne. “I think you broke my vagina.”

“You did ask for me to ruin you,” I said quietly, wrapping an arm around her. “I think that pretty pussy can take another beating, though.”

My hand traced the curve of her bare thigh, and her breath caught. Fuck, she sounds so sweet when she’s horny for me.

Flashes of how pretty she looked on her knees while rain soaked her body in the cold and she sucked my cum from her fingers. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Blood rushed to my cock just at the memory.

I knew she was sassy and sweet underneath all that sarcasm and cynicism, but what I didn’t count on was that she matched my fucking freak.

Poe peeked up at me, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “No. It can’t. So keep your monster dick away from me.”

“‘Monster Dick’?” I repeated, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Don’t call it that ever again.”

She grinned, evil and unrepentant.

“What? You don’t like ‘Monster Dick’?”

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Okay. How about… King Kong Dong?”

I cringed. Visibly.

“Fine,” she sighed with mock disappointment. “The old classic ‘Big Dick’ it is then.”

That did it.

I rolled over her, making her squeal and laugh as I pinned her to the mattress.

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