Page 11 of Venomous Kiss
“Look at this. You’re wet for me already, Caterpillar?” I scrunch my nose up at that name, but he slides a finger inside me. I gasp as he leans down to quietly say, “I’m going to turn you around, bend you over, and push straight into you.”
And then he does it.
He puts the finger that was inside me into his mouth and sucks it before tearing my G-string off my body. The pain is welcomed; I can feel myself getting wetter from the small action, leaving me breathless and even squirming with need. He grips my hair, twirling it around his wrist, and tightens his hold before he leans me forward. His other hand slaps my bare ass before I feel him at my entrance. I’m breathing heavily now, and fuck if this isn’t the best feeling in the world.
As he slides inside me, he once again leans close and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you almost come. And when you finally fall over the edge, I’ll wrap my belt around your throat. And as the life drains from your perfect body, I’ll fill you up with my cum.” His words make every nerve ending inside me come alive, and I shiver in anticipation. My body screaming for him to fuck me into oblivion. I’ve never wanted to be fucked so badly by someone. This stranger who could really be a serial killer for all I know. But right now, I don’t care because, for the first time in a long time, I feel alive.
He pushes in deeper and starts to move. His hand yanks at my hair as he thrusts in and out of me as his mouth lands on my shoulder, and a sting follows as his other hand grabs my breast and squeezes.
“Do it,” I tell him, panting now, and he fucks me faster, harder. Pulling at my hair, grabbing my breast, pinching and pulling the hardened nub in an almost painful manner, making me feel it all the way down between my legs. His hand then trails down to my clit, and he applies pressure, moving his fingers over it as screams rip at my throat.
I haven’t been fucked like this before. As if I’m not stuck in a glass box, a place I’ve felt trapped in. Until now, as Reon touches and fucks me as if he isn’t afraid to break me. It’s intoxicating, to say the least.
“There we are, Caterpillar. Now, do you want me to strangle you?” I nod as his hands move. He pauses his thrusts, and my pussy screams for him to keep driving into me, but then I feel the cold leather of the belt go around my neck. He starts to move again, and as he does he tightens it as he fucks me, and every thrust forward has the belt tightening just a little more.
I love it so much I want to beg for him to choke me to the brink and keep hold while I burst wide open and come all over his cock.
As if he reads my mind, he tightens his hold, and the lights flick on right as I’m about to hit the peak.
“What the actual fuck, Lil?” someone screams.
Oh, good, my husband has decided to join us.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I tell Reon. He chuckles, and I feel him pounding into me even harder, over and over again, and all the while, Deven is standing off to the side, ranting and red-faced. I close my eyes, shutting the temper tantrum out, concentrating on the bite of the belt on my skin, the heat and weight of Reon at my back, his deep thrusts, and feral grunts as he draws closer to coming inside of me.
I burst apart at the seams, my orgasm ricocheting through me, my muscles squeezing every last drop of cum from Reon, my fingers clawing at the belt in pure elation. I can feel him inside of me, his thrusts turning slower, and then he is pulling out of me. I stand, the belt falling to the floor. And I fall along with it. I turn over so I’m on my back and looking up. Reon smiles down at me, then gives me a wink before he reaches for his clothes. I grab the belt. “I’ll keep this.”
“If you say so.” He dresses as I hear Deven’s footsteps walk closer.
“Who the fuck are you, and why are you fucking my wife?”
Reon turns to me, his eyes narrowed, and I merely smile. He looks back at Deven, and I watch as it registers before he looks back at me.
“This the dick that fucked someone in your pool?” I nod, the smile not leaving my face. Reon’s now dressed, and Deven is looking at us, his expression registering complete surprise. “The pleasure was all mine,” Reon says to me, then walks out without a backward glance or a thanks for letting me fuck you. I lie here in nothing but my tattered bra, wearing a big smile on my face.
That was literally the best sex of my life.
“Are you really smiling right now? I just caught you fucking someone else in our home, Lil.”
He did not just say that to me.
“And it was so good. You could learn a thing or two. Oh, that’s right, you did. You already fucked someone in our home. Multiple times, I assume, right?”
“You have bite marks on your shoulders.” He ignores me, but I’m past the point of caring. I grin as I try to see them. “And marks on your neck.” I finally turn my gaze to Deven and witness the sad, pathetic man I married.
I hate him.
And his lousy dick.
“I guess now that you’ve had your payback, we can put this behind us,” he says, wishfully thinking, or trying to play me for a fool again. Either way, I’m not buying.
“No! Now I’m leaving.” I stand and don’t even bother dressing before I walk up the stairs and pack a suitcase. I throw on some clothes, then walk out of that house and don’t look back.
Fuck him and his stupid flaccid dick.
FOUR
LILITH
