Page 43 of Paved in Venom

I’m covered in pre-cum, making it easy for our hands to glide along my cock. I look into her blue eyes, memorizing every detail of the woman I’ve quickly fallen for.

“I’m so fucking close, baby,” I say, warning her in case she wants to stop.

Instead of slowing down, she tightens her grip on me and cups the back of my head, pulling me closer as she bites my bottom lip, letting her teeth graze my skin and pushing me over the edge. I growl her name and kiss her hard as the orgasm thunders through me, consuming me as my cock pulses in our joined hands and I shoot my seed all over her stomach and breasts.

The pleasure surprises me. I’ve come countless times, fucked more women than I can even remember, but nothing has ever come close to this. I know I’m in serious trouble, that I’ve completely fallen for her, but there’s no stopping it, no denying it, and definitely no changing it. I’m hers, completely and absolutely, and there’s no fucking going back.

She lets out the sexiest whimper when my spent cock pulses one last time before I’m completely empty. Her hand softens, lazily stroking me as my body comes down. I keep kissing her, unable to get enough, and when I do finally pull back and look at the mess I’ve made on her, some caveman part of my brain lights up with pride at the sight of her covered in my cum.

“Fucking hell, baby,” I groan, running my hand over her, covering her perfect tits with my seed until she’s a glistening, sticky mess. Rolling us over, I gently lift her up so she’s straddling me. She gives me an embarrassed smile, and in this moment with the sunlight streaming in and her naked body on full display, she’s so goddamn beautiful that it freezes my brain. I can’t think, can’t form words in Russian or English. There’s nothing there except this overwhelming feeling that I have for her. I’m not a man who’s ever been in love. Fuck, I’m not a man who’s ever even had the faintest desire to be in love, but here I am, smitten after two goddamn days.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, sladkaya.”

My fingers run along her hips, trailing a line along her lower stomach and the bare skin of her smooth pussy. Every line of her body is permanently embedded in my brain. Even if she walked out of my life right now, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I would never get over her. I would never stop seeing her in my mind, never stop craving her touch, her scent, and the feel of her against me. I understand Matvey’s pain in a whole new way now, and it fucking guts me. I don’t know how he’s survived so long. Every second of every day must be pure torture for him.

Simona sees something on my face and leans down to kiss me. She cups my face and whispers, “What’s wrong?”

I smile against her lips. “You read me too easily. I’ve always kind of prided myself on being unreadable, an absolute enigma.”

She laughs. “You are, but I’m learning to spot a few things. Please tell me what’s wrong.”

I reach up and tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear before trailing my fingers down her neck. “I was just wondering how Matvey survives each day without Alina. I didn’t understand it before, not fully anyway, not about how deep the pain would be.” I keep my eyes locked on hers when I say, “But I get it now.”

Her eyes soften at my words as her fingers run through the light beard I desperately need to shave. “Tell me what sladkaya means.”

I smile because it’s the last thing I expected her to say, and I’m also thrilled she hasn’t run away from the insane Russian who’s clearly obsessed with her.

“It’s similar to sweetie or sweetheart.”

“Is that something you usually call women?”

I laugh at how completely wrong she is. “No, baby. I’ve only ever called you that.”

She smiles and leans in to kiss me again. “Good.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her tighter against me before giving her ass a playful smack. “Come on, sladkaya. I need to hurry up and shower. Your stuff should be delivered soon.”

“You didn’t need to spend so much on overnight shipping.”

“I wanted to.”

I don’t tell her about the other big surprise I have coming for her, the one that had taken hours yesterday to get set up. I can’t wait to see her face. I had no idea it could be so much fun buying gifts for someone. Picking her up, I carry her into the bathroom and sit her on the counter. We’re both still naked, and I keep studying her curves as we brush our teeth. Her eyes run over me just as much as I’m eye-fucking her, and I have to force myself to behave. Grabbing the shaving cream and my razor, I laugh when she scoots her bare ass on the counter so she can see me better.

“Can I watch you shave?”

I laugh and start to lather up. “Can I watch you shave your legs?”

“That’ll be riveting entertainment,” she says with a laugh.

“Damn straight it will be.”

I’m still semi-hard, and when her eyes run over me again, I know I could easily go from semi to fully in just a few seconds. The effect she has on me is unreal. Turning the hot water on, I rinse the blade and start shaving. Her blue eyes stay on me, watching every move I make. She acts like it’s the best damn thing she’s ever seen, and when I’m halfway done, I have to stop to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re just fucking adorable, sladkaya.”

I swear her blue eyes fucking sparkle when she looks at me, and it makes my heart skip a beat every time I look into them. I manage to finish shaving without cutting myself, which is a miracle since I can’t seem to focus on anything but her. When my face is rinsed off, she grabs my waist and pulls me closer. Cupping the back of my neck, she brings me down to her level and kisses my shaved cheek. With a sigh, she presses her face to mine and then kisses a line to my lips.

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