Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

venom, and sometimes you need poison to counteract the poison.”
“And if the anti-venom doesn’t work?” I tease.
She plays with my skirt. “Isn’t it?”
I smile. Oh, yes, it is. She pushed back, and I’m not at all unhappy about
where she pushed me to.
She drops back again, her eyes zoning in on me bare and open as I dry
fuck her, and I thrust my hips, still slow but deeper and deeper. Her hands
trail over my ass and up my skirt to my stomach before steeling on the joint
between my hip and thigh. Her thumb rubs circles on my clit as she bends her
knees just slightly and stretches her legs behind me.
Can she feel it? Even with her clothes on? I want to get the hell out of
here, but I don’t want to stop.
I roll and roll, battering my hips into her until her nails pierce my skin,
and I wince at the pain but love it, too.
She grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in, growling in a whisper
over my mouth, “It’s not over between us until I’m wearing something you
can really ride.”
A shiver shoots down my spine, and she doesn’t have to elaborate.
“After that, you can go fuck a guy,” she taunts. “But you and I will know
nothing is better than this.”
I kiss her, her confidence tasting possessive, and I like it.
Nothing is better than this.
I groan. “I… Oh, God, I… Liv—”
But a blaring sound hits my ears, and I startle. Liv sits up, hands still on
my hips as tingles and heat rock through me.
What? I wince at the sound.
It’s a horn. Outside. It goes and goes. Blaring. Constant. What is that?
“Liv?” I ask.
But worry hits her eyes. “Shit.” She doesn’t look at me. “Baby, get
dressed.”