Page 42 of Paved in Venom

She leans closer and kisses my chest. “Maybe I want to do this.”

Before she can do anything else, I’ve flipped her over, pinning her body to the bed with mine. Bringing my leg up, I part her thighs, nudging them open with my knee until she’s spread wide and my thigh is pressing against her pussy. Her shirt has ridden up, and when I feel her bare, wet pussy against my skin, I let out a deep groan.

“Fucking hell, you’re not wearing panties?”

“No,” she whispers, her eyes dangerously dark with her pupils blown and a drunk on lust look to them. Both of us are barely hanging on, and I’m wondering how much longer either one of us can last.

Not much longer for me, that’s for damn sure. As soon as she rocks her hips, gliding that smooth, wet pussy along my thigh, I nearly bust a goddamn nut. Gritting my teeth, I grab her hip, forcing her to be still while I catch my breath.

She runs her hands through my hair, kissing a line along my cheek as she whispers my name, the sound of it the perfect mix of sweet and sexy.

“Please, Danil,” she whispers, finding my lips and giving the bottom one a soft suck. I let go of her hip, knowing I’m helpless to resist her. This might very well be the end of me, but I can’t deny her the pleasure she’s so desperate for.

As soon as I move my hand, she starts rocking her hips in the same seductive rhythm she used for the lap dance, using my leg to try and get herself off. It’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d be into dry humping, but, fucking hell, it’s the sweetest kind of torture. Seeing her so needy, so desperate to come that she’ll push aside her embarrassment and inhibitions and hump me like a fucking animal is downright intoxicating, and I’m drunk on it. I’m drunk on her.

She lets out a whimper and drags her nails along my back while I slide my hand up her shirt, running my fingers along her ribs. She moves her hands just long enough to pull her shirt off, and when she does, I know I’m in big fucking trouble. Her tits are just as perfect as I knew they would be. Her see-through dress had left little to the imagination, but it’s not the same thing as seeing them completely bare and in front of me. She’s the perfect size, filling the palm of my hand like her body was made just for me. Her moans fill the room when I lower my head and run my tongue over one hard nipple.

“Danil, please,” she begs, bringing one hand down to reach for my cock.

I smile against her tit and give her nipple a soft bite as I move her hand away from me.

“But I need you,” she whines.

“Slow, remember?”

“Fuck that,” she growls, making me laugh.

“You’re not thinking clearly, baby. You’ll feel better after you come.”

She’s about to complain again when I wrap my mouth around her tit and suck her in, stealing the words from her as she throws her head back on a gasp and clutches at my shoulders. I tongue her nipple, worshipping her breast with my mouth as she writhes beneath me. I know she’s close. She’s already made a perfect mess on my thigh, and when I bring a hand between us and press my thumb against her clit, all it takes is three rubs before she’s screaming my name and bucking against me.

Her pussy is soaking wet, and as she comes undone, I can’t resist sliding a finger into her, growling her name when her pussy tightens around my finger, sucking me further in. I feel her inner walls tremble with her orgasm. I’d do anything to be inside her right now, to feel her come around my cock as she screams my name.

When she starts to come down, I give her nipple one last kiss before bringing my mouth to hers. I kiss her hard while I finger her slowly, letting her ride out the aftershocks until her body is shaking and she’s panting beneath me.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, and the surprise in her voice makes me laugh, even though I’m so painfully hard I can barely breathe. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“Me?” I ask, lifting up just enough to see her better. “You’re the one driving me crazy, sladkaya. You have no idea how goddamn perfect you are, how much I need and want you. You drive me crazy. Every fucking part of you drives me crazy.”

I slowly slide my finger out of her and bring it to my lips. When I get my first taste of her, every cell in my body lights up. She’s just as fucking sweet as I knew she would be. Just one taste, and I’m completely addicted. I could live off nothing but her for the rest of my life.

Her hand slides back down my chest and abs. She hesitates at my waistband. “Please, Danil. I want to make you feel better.”

“I’m fine, baby,” I say as my cock screams at me that I’m most definitely not okay.

“I don’t want you to jerk off in the shower without me.”

I don’t particularly want to do that either, but I don’t want her to feel pressured to do anything, so I just say, “Then I won’t jerk off. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be fine, baby. I promise.”

She scowls at me. “You’re a stubborn man, Danil.”

I’ve been called way worse, so I just grin down at her. The grin dies when she quickly snakes her hand into my boxers and wraps her hand around my shaft.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl as my hips instinctively rock forward, making my cock move against her hand. The sensation momentarily makes me forget my English as I tell her in Russian how much I fucking need her.

“Show me what to do,” she says, using her other hand to pull my boxers down so there’s nothing between us.

I reach down and wrap my hand around hers, tightening her grip as I show her how to work my cock. Her hand is so much smaller than mine, her fingers unable to fully wrap around me, but it doesn’t matter. I could come so easily just from this.

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