Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

skin, “You make me melt.”
She climbs off me, turns around, and straddles me, and I slide the same
finger back in, hearing that sweet, little whimper of pain as I fill her again.
With my fingers tangled in the strap of her thong, I grip her ass as she
fucks my hand. I want to lean up and suck on her breast, but I love the view
too much as she rocks on me and I rub her with my thumb.
A ringing pierces the air, and we both blink but don’t stop.
One hand in her pussy and the other on her ass, I keep her going as she
digs on the side of the chair for her phone.
Pulling it out, she pants. “My mom.”
“Answer it,” I tell her. “If you don’t, she’ll worry, and then she’ll track
it.”
Her mouth falls open, caught up in the pleasure.
“Hurry,” I tell her.
I’m about to come with her writhing on top of me like this. Shit.
She answers it, holding it to her ear. “Mom,” she says, breathless.
I laugh quietly, hearing her mother on the other end.
Clay rolls her hips, biting her bottom lip as she stares down at me. “I’m
okay,” she pants and then clamps a hand over her mouth. “I’m, um… I’m
with Callum.”
I lean up, flicking her nipple with my tongue and smiling. “Yeah, Mom.
She’s with Callum.”
I suck hard, and she moans. “Uh-huh,” she says to whatever Gigi is
telling her. “I’m safe. I’ll be home as soon as the rain lets up.”
“You’ll be home when I’m done,” I correct her, jerking her harder into
my hand.
Clay comes down, covering my mouth with hers, a smile peeking out.
“Shhhh…”
My clit throbs, and I’m so wet. I push up into her as I bury my finger
inside of her, feeling all the warmth pool at my center and my orgasm almost
there.
God, fuck, Clay… She grinds harder.
She mewls, and I bite my bottom lip again to stifle my own orgasm as I
clamp a hand over her mouth, watching her getting ready to come.
“I’ll just sleep at Krisjen’s, actually,” she spits out really quickly. “It’s
already so late. I’ll be home first thing in the morning, okay?”
A pause, Clay jerks, her face twists in pain, and I stick two fingers inside,