Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

God, she’s beautiful.
Leaning down, I kiss and suck her stomach, nibble her breasts, and then I
lower my mouth on the toy, taking it down my throat and giving her
something to watch.
“Clay…” she murmurs.
I wet it, not sure if the fright has dried me out, but I’m doing this. I’m
doing this with her. Bringing my leg over, I straddle her again and lower
myself onto it, feeling the tip dip inside.
I immediately tense up.
“Is it too big?” she asks.
I want to say yes. I want to retreat. But people do this every day. I can do
this.
I move my hips in a circle, brushing the vibrator over my clit and getting
warmed up again, and then I sink it inside, just an inch at first, and then I
stop. “Just give me a minute,” I tell her.
I slide it out and back in, feeling the bulb of the shaft stretch me, and it
hurts, but I sink farther down, the pain uncomfortable but bearable.
Liv thumbs my nipples, both of us silent and slow as I slide out and then
back in again until I’m fully seated on her.
“Liv…”
“Just stay there,” she whispers, holding me on her. “Stay there. Give it a
minute.”
I lean down, stretched, a little sore, and filled. It’s inside me, all the way.
I kiss her, squeezing her breast, and I start moving, grinding on her.
“Ride me, Clay.”
“Yeah,” I moan.
I rub on her, letting the vibrations do their work, and in a moment, I’m so
warm, I know I’m wet. I slide off and back on it, moving it in and out easily
now, not feeling bad at all. Just…stretched.
I smile, lean back, and grip both sides of the tub, loving her eyes on my
body as I move and put on a show for her.
“You want it, baby?” She grips my hips.
I grind faster, the thickness, the tip hitting me deep inside, and the little
motor jackhammering on our clits, making a combination beat of the best
fucking thing I think I’ve ever felt.
I groan, changing positions to bounce on top of her. “Oh, God,” I cry,
feeling it there now. Chasing it.