Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

grip my ass and pull me into her. I lean back, sitting up, and she rises, sinking
her mouth in to suck on one of my tits.
I grip her neck. “I like playing with you.”
She kisses and nibbles my breast, tugging my nipple with her teeth. “I
know you do.” She flicks me with her tongue. “Anytime you want.”
I want it all the time.
Pushing her back down, I hover over her mouth. “I want you inside me,” I
whisper.
She whimpers, her mouth falling open, and I can tell she’s about to come.
“You still got your cherry?” she gasps.
I caress her hair, nodding.
Her eyes narrow, and she bares her teeth, trying to not come yet. “He’s
never been…?”
“Between my legs?” I finish for her. “Just you.”
She holds my face, her nose an inch from mine as she stares into my eyes
looking like she wants to eat me.
“I want you to lose it in my bed,” she whispers.
Her bed.
“Anytime I want,” I demand.
She nods. “In my bed.”
Okay, yes.
“I promise,” I tell her, kissing her deep.
My place is in her bed.
Heat swarms my belly, tingles spread between my thighs, and I lean to
the left, chasing the angle to grind on her better. With my hand on her throat
and her hand squeezing my breast, I cry out.
“That’s it, Collins,” she breathes out. “Fuck me.”
The shower shuts off, my heart stops, but I can’t. “I’m coming.”
She grips my hair, holding me to her. “Faster.”
I grind faster, loving the feel of being on top of her.
“Come on, come on, come on…” she pants, chasing it too. Her breath
stalls, she gasps, and then she bites my lips, fucking me from the bottom as
her orgasms explodes.
“Oh, Liv,” I cry. “Fuck!”
I pump, so wet and slick, going, going, going until…
I arch my back, throwing my head back, and I thrust into her one final,
hard time—blood boiling, sweat cooling my pores, and my insides