Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

diving down onto her clit and sucking it so hard her head shoots off the
pillow. She stares in fright at the other bed, convulsing as I suck, rub, circle,
and tongue her clit, tugging it between my teeth every so often.
Then, with my eyes cast up and savoring the euphoria of the expressions
on her face, I slide my tongue into her cunt.
She goes rigid, losing her fucking mind as she releases my hair and
throws her arms above her head, gasping and arching.
“Livvy…” She whimpers, and I move my tongue inside of her, rubbing
her clit in circles with my thumb.
I know, baby. I know.
I flick my tongue over her clit. “I know you like it.”
“Yes,” she cries, sounding so vulnerable.
“You want me to keep going?”
She nods. “Don’t stop.”
“How long have you wanted your hands underneath my skirt, Collins?
Tell me.”
She grips my hair again, and I can tell by her breathing she’s about to
come. “So long,” she pants. “I want to press you against the wall in every
empty classroom and pull down your panties.”
Heat pools in my belly, and I’m about to come too. Shit.
But just then, an alarm sings from the bedside table, and my heart leaps
into my throat.
What?
Clay freezes as a bright light suddenly flashes.