Page 29 of Renascence
My breaths come hard and heavy.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you with my tongue. That you want to come on my lips.”
“Fuck me with your tongue, Venom,” I tell him, more confidence than I’ve ever felt in my life surging through me. “I want to come on your lips.”
With a grunt, he sucks my clit into his mouth. I cry out, grabbing a handful of his hair. His tongue swirls, the combined actions making it hard for me to stay upright. Venom’s fingers dig into the backs of my thighs as he positively devours me. I won’t last much longer. When he pulls away, I groan my disappointment. His fingers spread my lips, baring my clit to his gaze. I watch him lick his lips, eyeing me like he can’t wait to dive back in.
“Fucking prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
My knees quiver. Muscles clench.
“Get rid of this, Emily.” He tugs on the hair on my mound. “I plan on spending a lot of time down here, and I don’t want anything in my way.”
Jesus.
He licks at my clit with the tip of his tongue, then glides it from my entrance up, with a long, leisurely stroke. His beard tickles my inner thighs.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
That does it. The moment he touches my clit again, my climax barrels through me like a boulder down a mountain. I cry out, pulling his hair.
“Venom!”
He continues to lap at my juices, making my orgasm more intense. I’ve never come so hard in my damn life.Yep…definitelymastered the art.
When my knees threaten to give out, he picks me up, and I have the vague sense of being carried. That couldn’t be. Even with all his muscles, I’m way too heavy for Venom to walk around with me.
Finally down from my high, I find myself in his bed.What the hell?Shocked, I look to Venom, but all words escape me when he slides off his cut, revealing a gun strapped to his shoulder. He loses it, reaching behind him to drag his T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. All of a sudden, I’m not concerned with how I got here, or his gun. My only focus is the naked chest mere inches from me.
Perfection.
That’s what he is. All the hours in the gym have certainly paid off for him. The man is huge, from his pecs to his arms. The ripples in his stomach look like a goddamn ice tray, leading down to the V at his hips. Tattoos cover his skin, and I make a mental note to study them the first chance I get. The silver barbells in his nipples glisten at me, calling to my tongue. His jeans are next to go, revealing muscular thighs encased in tight, sexy-as-sin boxer briefs. He certainly hasn’t missed a leg day. His dick is hard, snaking up toward his stomach. I swallow hard at the promise of the size of his bulge. I guess I’ll finally find out if sizedoesmatter.
“Take off your dress, Emily. I want to see you.”
I hesitate, not wanting to taint the amazingness we just shared. Surely when he sees me naked, he won’t want to continue. I close my eyes, feeling the bed dip beneath his weight.
“Can you… turn off the light?” I ask, unsure if he even heard the timid words I whispered.
“Emily… babe.…” He grabs my chin and I open my eyes to find his gray ones boring into me. “I can tell you all day how gorgeous you are, but you won’t believe me. So I’m going to show you.”
“How?”
I allow him to slip off my sweater, then pull my dress up and off, all while my eyes are closed. I won’t be able to manage the disappointment in his when he finally sees my body. My bra follows, its removal making my too-big breasts fall to the side, parting as the Red Sea did for Moses and his rod. They weren’t pert enough for James, and he never let me forget it. Venom sucks in a breath, a groan coming from deep in his throat.
Well, that sounded…notdisappointed.
“Fuck, Emily.” He settles between my legs, his rock-hard erection connecting with my pussy. I gasp, shocked thatIdid that to him. “You’re fucking gorgeous. See what you do to me?”
Our eyes finally meet, and he grinds his hardness against my clenching core. My hips rise up to meet him stroke for stroke.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Tonight… it’s all about you.”
A finger replaces his crotch, and he slowly slides it inside me. I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and digging my nails in, unable to think about what his words mean.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbles, more to himself than me.
