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Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

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panties, finding her nub and caressing it oh-so-gentle.

She moans, and I can feel her smile through the kiss. “I want to taste

you,” she begs. “It’s my turn.”

But I can’t let go of this view right now. “You will,” I say. “Pay attention

to what I do to you. What you like. So you know what to do to me, okay?”

She nods.

I continue to tease her clit, slow and gentle, drawing her out, caressing

her pussy.

“You like that?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I pull my fingers off her, bring them to my mouth and suck on one. She

watches me wet it and slide it back down into her panties. Her nipples pebble,

the skin shrinking, and I smile.

I rub her just a little faster.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

She swallows. “Yeah,” she whispers.

I watch her in the mirror, her legs between my spread jeans-clad ones,

and she kisses my jaw as I play inside her panties.

“I’m going to put a finger inside you,” I tell her.

She searches my eyes, a hint of fear there.

“I’ll go slow.”

Her jaw flexes, but she doesn’t respond, and I take that as my go-ahead.

Sliding my hand down a little farther, I feel her legs stiffen.

“Open,” I whisper over her mouth. “Open your legs, baby.”

She hesitates, and I don’t think she’s breathing, but after a moment, she

relaxes and slides a leg over mine, opening for me.

I find her entrance and rub the outside, not going in yet. “God.” I kiss her

cheek, lightly taking a chunk between my teeth. “You’re so tight. I can

already tell you’re going to be so fucking warm.”

She whimpers, shuddering under my touch, and I feel it. Her slick heat

coating my fingertip. She’s ready.

I take it a centimeter at a time, working my middle finger just past her

opening, little by little, kissing and licking her skin as I move my other hand

from her hair to her breast. I knead the handful, distracting her.

Her warmth travels up my arm, and I groan, feeling it between my legs,

too. “So fucking tight,” I murmur in her ear. “I want to go deeper, Clay.”

She reaches back and threads her fingers through my hair, turned on.

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