Page 89 of Paved in Venom

“I’m not anyone, baby. I’m the man who’s desperately in love with you, the man who will be your husband very damn soon, and the father of our future children. Play the damn piano while I finger-fuck this sweet ass.”

“Goddamn” I groan, feeling every part of me heat up at his words.

I’d been mainly working with my right hand, so that’s the one I place on the piano while I use my left to help brace myself. While I work up the courage to play the first note, Danil runs his hands over me from behind. He cups my tits, massaging them and pinching my nipples while his cock presses against my ass.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” The awe in his voice surprises me and makes me feel so fucking sexy. He’s the only man to ever make me feel this way. His hands drift lower, running over my sides and stomach before his fingers lightly graze my pussy. It’s a gentle touch, a teasing one, and when he drags them over my clit, I moan and rock into his touch. He gives me one more rub before pulling his hand away and grabbing the bottle of lube.

“I don’t hear any music, sweetheart.”

I manage two notes, the sound of them seeming so loud and out of place while I’m naked and bent over, before I feel the wet warmth of the lube hitting my asshole and my fingers still.

“God, your tight little ass is so fucking sexy,” he growls, running his finger along my now very slippery hole. When he starts to slide in, I let out a soft gasp and clutch at the piano, forgetting all about the song I’m supposed to be playing.

“Easy, baby, just relax.” His finger presses harder against me, sliding into my tightness as my entire body quivers with need. “Play the fucking song, sladkaya, or I’m going to take my finger out of your ass.”

He slowly fucks me with his finger, each stroke going just a tiny bit deeper, and the pleasure is unlike anything I imagined. I’m suddenly desperate for him to not stop, to never fucking stop, so I force my fingers to start moving. It’s not graceful, it’s sure as fuck not beautiful, but it’s the best I can do with his finger in my ass.

“Good girl, baby,” he praises, sliding his finger all the way in. “Keep playing.”

“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, feeling him start to add a second finger.

“You’re doing so good, opening up so fucking good for me.”

I keep playing the melody I wrote for him while he works my ass, getting it ready for something much bigger. My hips rock with each thrust of his fingers, and when he pulls them out, I let out a pained groan at the loss of him.

“Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be empty for long.”

He takes a second to slather his cock in lube, wanting this to be as painless as possible for me before pressing his head against my tight hole. As soon as he grips my hips and starts to press past the tight ring of muscle, my fingers slam down, filling the room with loud, discordant notes that mix with the lust-filled mewling sound he’s pulling from me.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “That’s my good fucking girl.”

He’s slow as he thrusts into me, but when I start to clench up because the sting of it becomes too much, he quickly backs off, never giving me more than I can take.

“Your ass looks fucking amazing taking my cock, sladkaya. My sweet girl bent over her piano, every part of her body shaking with need, goddamn,” he groans. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Every thrust is slow, but each one goes a little bit deeper, and when I feel his hips hit my ass, I let out a whimper of pure bliss as he leans over me, covering my hands with his. He kisses my neck, biting and sucking the delicate skin.

“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Try and take it like a good girl, but if it’s too much, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

I nod my head and whisper, “Okay.”

“Don’t tense up,” he says when he feels my body do just that. “Just relax and take what I want to give you, every goddamn inch of it.”

I nod again, forcing myself to take a deep breath, and as soon as I exhale, his hips speed up. Each thrust pulls a ragged cry from my lips. It’s so fucking intense. I can’t think, I can barely remember how to breathe, and the tension keeps building, but there’s no release, because he still won’t let me come.

“I don’t hear any music, sladkaya. If you stop playing, I stop fucking.”

In a daze, I hurry up and start playing the melody that’s so permanently embedded in my brain that I don’t have to think to play it. I let my fingers do what they know how to do as every other part of my body is focused on the way Danil is fucking me and shattering me into a million pieces with each perfect stroke of his cock.

His mouth never leaves my skin. His lips, tongue, and teeth consume my shoulders and neck as he brings one hand up to cup one of my bouncing tits. He pinches my nipple hard before gently rubbing away the sting.

“Please,” I beg, but he just bites my neck and fucks me harder.

Even without the orgasm, pleasure still rushes through me. It’s not the same, but it’s enough to soothe the ache a little bit. It’s enough to give me hope that maybe I’ll come like this anyway. I should’ve known better. Danil is a master when it comes to my body, and he knows exactly how to play me. He keeps me right on the edge, and when I try to close my thighs so I can scissor them together, anything to try and relieve the building ache between my legs, he drops my breast and grabs my thigh instead, forcing my legs to stay apart, denying me the release I so desperately need.

As if he wants to pour salt in the wound, he speeds up, thrusting into me harder before his entire body goes rigid and he growls my name while his cock pulses inside me. His own release consumes him, and I’m so fucking jealous. Pleasure makes him groan and bite the skin of my neck as he shoots his seed inside me, each pulse another shot of pure bliss for him while it’s a tortured agony for me. I slam my hand against the keys, letting him know how angry I am, but all he does is give a soft laugh before another masculine groan of pleasure fills the space around us.

When he’s empty, he’s breathless, both of us covered in sweat, and my body is sore for so many different reasons. My emotions are all over the place, and when I start to cry, he slowly slides out of me before gently picking me up. He kisses my forehead and cheeks, whispering how much he loves me as he carries me back to our room and into the bathroom.

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