Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I push my finger a little more, her body clenching and tightening around
me, its natural resistance kicking in. She squirms in my arms, and I wanna
fucking die, my arms so charged with how good this feels.
I massage her clit again. “Open your cunt,” I whisper. “Open.”
She sucks in a breath but finally nods like a good girl. “Okay.”
She spreads wider, and I finally have my finger buried to the knuckle,
enough that I don’t have to go any farther. I crook it, slowly and gently,
moving, massaging, and testing over and over until I feel her jerk and hear
her gasp.
I smile, closing my eyes for a moment as I kiss her temple.
There it is.
She stops breathing for a moment, and I continue, bending my fingers
into her belly, hitting the same spot over and over again.
Finally, she exhales, relaxes into me, and spreads her thighs wider, giving
me all of the room I need to finger her.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, searching for my mouth.
Jesus Christ, this is better than me coming.
“Pull your panties down,” I tell her. “Let me see.”
She slips her thong down to her thighs, and I look in the mirror. She
slides a hand around the back of my neck and starts relaxing more, moving
into my finger and searching for it. Her breasts bounce with the thrusts, and
she arches her back so her tits pop up. The room sways in front of me.
“I wanted to be the first girl to kiss you,” she says.
I look down at her in my arms. I wanted you to be the only one to kiss me.
My heart would pump so hard. So fucking hard, and she never saw it, did
she? And then everything started to feel cold—years of cold—and I didn’t
even notice how cold everything was, and nothing feels like this. Nothing.
I hold her tighter, burying my nose in her hair and hating her for so much,
but most of all, hating her for denying us this for so long.
“I know I’m not your first,” she says. “But you’re mine. I want to be
sacred to you.”
Tears fills my eyes. She’s such a cunt, but then she says things like that
and I just want to give her everything she wants. I want her to know that I
wish to God this didn’t feel so good and that she didn’t feel so good.
The rain rages outside, the streets deserted, and it feels like we’re the only
two people on the planet. And if that’s the case, all would be right with the
world, because no one would be in our way. “Baby,” I mouth against her