Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

breathing hard as she loses her mind.
“Mom, I have to go,” she gasps. “Krisjen’s leaving. I’ll call you in the
morning!”
Ending the call, she throws the phone somewhere, and her pussy clenches
around my fingers as she cries out.
I shake, my body exploding as she rides it out, and I arch as she comes
down and kisses me. Her cry disappears down my throat, and I feel the sweat
trickle down my back.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
I can’t believe I came. I’m still fully dressed. I groan, keeping my fingers
inside her for another minute as she lays down on top of me.
I wrap my arms around her, feeling warm and wet, surrounded by her
heavenly skin.
“Is there blood?” she asks, her voice sounding weak and so sweet.
I hold back my laugh. I slide my hand out from between us and take a
quick glance at my glistening fingers, a shot of pride that I got her so wet.
“No.”
It’s going to take something bigger and wider than my finger. Contrary to
popular belief, a hymen isn’t really something you break. It’s stretched,
flexed, strained… It’s not a barrier the way most people think.
She sits up, and I wipe my finger on my jeans.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
She does.
“Virginity is a concept invented by people to make women feel worthless
for having sex.” I raise my eyebrows matter-of-factly. “You want to worry
about protecting something. Protect your credit score. That’ll come in a lot
handier someday.”
She breaks into a laugh, and my face falls a little, her smile leveling me. I
don’t make her laugh much. Of course, she doesn’t give me much reason to,
but how wonderfully we might get along if we could stop fighting. I’d love to
find out who she really is.
She leans down, kissing my forehead. “Hot shower,” she says against my
skin. “Take me home with you. Now.”