Page 36 of Paved in Venom

He lets out another groan when I drag my pussy along his hard length.

“A fucking natural,” he says, and his voice sounds strained, his accent much thicker.

I smile at his praise and then stop. “Well, okay. I guess we’re good then.”

The sad, distraught-sounding groan he gives makes me laugh.

“You’re wicked, sladkaya, and I think you’re trying to kill me.”

“How am I doing that?” I ask. I don’t have any fucking clue where this newfound courage is coming from, but I’m not about to question it now. I just go with it, rocking my hips again as I lean closer and whisper, “You don’t feel dead to me.”

I grind against the cock that feels impossibly big as he lets out another groan and closes the distance between us. He doesn’t kiss me like I’m expecting, like I’m wanting him to. He drags his nose along my cheek, breathing me in as one of his hands releases the iron grip on my hip and starts to trail up my back. When he gets to the nape of my neck, he fists my hair and forces my head back so I’m held in place while his grey eyes burn into me. The dark, hungry look in his eyes should warn me to back off, but I don’t stop working my hips. I’m long past the point where I can stop. My body is inching towards something, and it’s not going to stop until it gets it. Lust flows through me, making me feel drunk on it, and when I let out a soft whimper, he pulls me closer, so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips.

“You’re playing with fire, sladkaya,” he warns. “And just so you know, I like to be in control. If anyone’s going to be doing the teasing, it’s going to be me.”

I smile and roll my hips again, making sure to drag my pussy along the entire length of him.

“Fuck,” he growls, fisting my hair even tighter. When he can speak again, he says, “Kiss me.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I want your lips on me. Kiss me, sladkaya. Let me taste you.”

He doesn’t close the distance, doesn’t force the kiss on me. He waits for me to freely give it, but as soon as I press my lips to his, he cups the back of my head and takes control. He kisses me like his life depends on it, like he’ll never be able to get enough, and I open for him, letting him take whatever the hell he wants.

His tongue runs along mine, delving in deep as he forces my mouth open even wider, claiming every damn inch as his. I’ve been kissed before, or at least I thought I had, but this kiss makes me realize just how shitty my sexual experiences have been up until now, because nothing has ever felt as good as this moment. Danil’s strong arms are wrapped around me, his skilled tongue making my damn head spin, and the large cock that’s pressing firmly against my pussy has me about to explode.

When I whimper, he kisses me harder, digging his fingers into my hip again, moving me harder against him, wanting to push me over the edge.

“Give me what I want,” he growls against my lips before giving my bottom lip a soft bite.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to come undone in my lap.” His teeth graze my lip. “I want to feel you squirm against me as you come so hard you can barely breathe.” His tongue swipes my upper lip. “I want you to come apart for me. I want you to break for me.”

I cup his face and slide my tongue between his lips as I work my hips harder. The tension builds between my legs. My pussy aches for release, and I’m desperate to get it. My need overrides everything else as I completely let go and surrender to the feeling. I give a part of myself to Danil that I’ve never given anyone.

His mouth is fierce, insistent, pulling the orgasm from my body along with a scream that’s muffled by his lips. He lets out a deep growl that sends a flutter of excitement through every cell in my body, and when I moan his name, he tightens his grip on me, molding our bodies together so I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. I’m not so sure there’s even a distinction anymore. I’ve made myself come before, but never with anyone else, and there’s something about feeling his thick cock pressed against my pussy that turns me downright feral.

One of his hands threads into my hair, fisting it tight enough to sting as his other hand slides around to grip my ass. He palms one of my cheeks, squeezing hard while he keeps me grinding against him, forcing another orgasm onto me. He doesn’t let up until I’m gasping for air against his lips and my entire body is shaking. I melt against him, every part of me humming from pleasure overload, and I know I’m never going to be the same. You can’t go back after experiencing something like this. I will never be the same person I was thirty minutes ago. Not after this, and not after sharing it with him.

Instead of putting distance between us, Danil softens his grip on me while he kisses me gently. I’m completely cocooned in his arms, surrounded by the scent of him and the taste and feel of him. It’s downright intoxicating, and I feel more than a little drunk on him by the time he finally pulls away.

“That was one hell of a lap dance, sladkaya, but I’ve changed my mind. You’re not allowed to do this in front of anyone else.”

When I smile, he gives my bottom lip a soft bite.

“I’m not allowed to, huh?”

“No,” he says. “No one gets to see this but me, and I swear to god if you have an orgasm in front of anyone else, I’m going to cut their fucking eyes out.”

“Damn,” I whisper, but the dark, possessive tone of his voice has my hips rocking against him again.

The corner of his mouth lifts up as he gives a soft laugh. “I’m glad you like my possessive side, because it’s here to stay.”

“Are you always this possessive?”

He cups my face, dragging his thumb along my bottom lip. “No, sladkaya. I’ve never cared enough about anyone to be possessive before.” He gives me another sexy grin. “That lap dance felt fucking amazing.”

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