Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I whimper, startled as she pushes up my skirt and sinks her mouth
between my legs.
“Don’t talk.” She bites my lip down there. “Just listen.”
I tip my head back. Oh, fuck.
My heart hammers, her tongue gliding up and down my pussy in slow,
long strokes—taunting me, priming me—and I’m already so turned on,
sitting here like her fucking meal.
Like her fingers, her tongue learns my body. Feeling its way over my
flesh, stopping and playing when she feels my body respond, and it isn’t so
much what she does but how she does it. The little moans that escape her
when she covers my clit with her lips and sucks, patting it with her tongue to
taste. How slowly she moves, taking her time and savoring. Mixing it up with
light biting before she dips her tongue inside me, the tip making my blood
turn to fire and my lungs shrink so small I can’t breathe.
She takes her time. She wants to know me.
She wants to please me.
“Clay…” I moan.
I thread my fingers through her hair and tip my head forward, loving to
watch her go to town on me, her mouth moving more frenzied and faster,
because she’s wet too. Her fingers dig into my ass, hauling me harder onto
her mouth. I grunt as she jerks me again and again until I take the hint and
roll my hips, fucking her lips and tongue.
“Come on, Jaeger,” she breathes out, grinning up at me. “Let me hear
you. Make some noise.”
We have the whole house to ourselves. Why not?
She tongues me, I grip her hair, and we move in sync, my pussy grinding
into her mouth.
I moan.
“Louder.”
My breasts shake as her tongue flicks over me, sending shivers down my
spine.
“Fuck, Clay.”
“Louder, Jaeger,” she orders, using my last name again to remind me
she’s my team captain and our soon-to-be prom queen, and she really likes
slumming with the bad girl.
And I like it, too. Right now, her double life is such a turn on.
She rolls her tongue over me, groaning louder and louder, and I start