Page 138 of Sweet Venom

I landed on soft black sheets with a breathless laugh, heart pounding, pussy wetter than it’s ever been.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he pointed out.

I glanced down at what I was wearing—one of his oversized white shirts with nothing on underneath.

I smiled wickedly at him. “Easy access.”

He was over me in seconds, his large frame caging me in.

I stared up at him, breathless.

Then I watched as he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone.

Thrill rushed through me as an idea popped up.

He caught the spark in my eyes and grinned—wicked, knowing, all teeth and lust.

He read my mind.

“You want me to film you while I fuck you, don’t you?” His voice was like smoke, curling around my dirty thoughts.

I didn’t answer right away. I didn’t have to. He saw the desire written across my face.

Still, I gave him the words. Soft. Bold. Dripping with need.

“If you want to make another fantasy of mine real...” I reached for him, pulling him closer until my lips touched where his lips were under the mask. “…press record.”

He growled like he wanted to eat me alive.

And then he pressed the button and he showed me just how filthy he could be.

All the while, he filmed us fucking in every position imaginable and I didn’t mind it one bit. If anything, it made me even hotter for him.

Fuck.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he spread my legs wide, slapped my pussy twice before spitting on it. It was filthy. At times depraved, too. I’d never done it like this. No onehas ever made me feel like he did when he owned me with his cock, hands and tongue.

The man was hot and he knew it. He knew what he was doing to me and now he had videos of it.

He showed me just how much he wanted me when he fucked my pussy like he hated me and when he left me with bruises all over my skin and his cum spread across my tits.

And just when I thought he was done, he pulled off the mask, smiled like a demon from hell, and guided me to my knees. Once I was on my knees, he lifted the phone to my face, pried my mouth open, and with his free hand he offered me his cock. “Suck it.” He whispered darkly before shoving the head between my lips.

I opened to take him into my mouth, his taste salty, the skin soft around his thick, hard cock.

He fucked my face, thrusting deeper and deeper down my throat. His cock tightened impossible larger inside my mouth while he fisted my hair.

“Fuck, Poe. Shit, just like that, baby.” He pushed me back gently until my head hit the bed and then he stilled. I felt the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, loving the taste of him.

“Yum,” I murmured, tracing a finger over the sticky trail of dried cum on my neck. I brought it to my lips, tasting the salty sweetness with a smirk, savoring the lingering evidence of what he’d done to me.

Azariel’s eyes darkened as I licked my finger. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, pushing me down onto the bed. He threw the phone aside, held me by the neck and fucked me hard.

Again, and again… until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

Chapter

Thirty-Five

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