Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I can’t take my eyes off her, pain wracking through my body as I ball my
fists.
Hanging an elbow over her head, she runs the other hand up her body,
grazing her perfect breast. Her hands come down her face, her torso, and stop
at her panties, her fingers threading through the white ribbon straps around
her hips, a small triangle of white lace covering her in front.
What the hell was she doing wearing that with a skirt? And dancing with
Callum with that on?
My eyes dart up to hers. She’s still watching me, barely moving anymore
and looking down on me. Sticking three fingers in her mouth, she wets them
and runs the hand back down her body, slowly driving for that little triangle
between her legs. Her chest rises and falls hard, and I’m throbbing. God, look
at her…
Threading her fingers underneath the strap with one hand, she plays with
herself over her panties with the wet ones while slowly tugging at the ribbon
and teasing me. Taunting me. The promise in her eyes that she’s going to pull
it down farther and farther each time.
Falling back into me, she pushes me back, hovers over my mouth, and I
want to touch her so badly. But I grip the armrests instead.
“I can’t leave you alone,” she whispers.
My fingers hum.
Don’t leave me alone. I’m an idiot.
“Sometimes my feelings for you are good and sometimes they’re bad,”
she tells me, “but they’re always strong, Liv. Like no one else.”
Twisting around, she faces the mirrors and lowers herself onto my lap.
Threading her fingers through mine, she keeps my hands at bay as she leans
back into me, her head on my shoulder. Rolling her hips with the music, she
looks up into my eyes as she rubs her ass into my crotch, and even though my
clothes are wet and cold, I’m sweating.
I find her in the mirror ahead, a groan escaping as soon as I see the
picture of her body writhing on top of me. Her nipples are dark and hard, her
stomach like an hourglass, and I can’t take it anymore. My hands start to
shake, and I fight free, taking hold of her, one arm around her waist and the
other reaches up to thread fingers through her hair. Holding her in place, I
sink my mouth into hers, finding her tongue and so fucking hungry I want to
swallow her whole.
Her wet mouth brushes mine, and I slide my other hand down into her