Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

She squeezes my hips, baring her teeth and staring between us where our
bodies meet. “Fuck, Clay. Harder, baby. Come on. Harder. It feels so good.”
And I can’t tell the difference between her moans and mine as we fuck in
the bathtub.
I bring her hand up and suck on her finger, and she arches her back and
digs her nails into my skin. “Jesus,” she gasps.
And then throws her head back, every muscle tightening as she comes,
and I thrust my pussy into hers, grinding her so hard I feel her clit throb
against mine until I fucking come.
“God!” I cry. “Liv! Oh, it feels so good.”
She grips my tits as I shudder and shake, my insides bursting with a wave
of euphoria. My hips piston against her, jerking harder and faster until the
orgasm starts to leave me, and I collapse on top of her, every part of me
burning with exhaustion.
She holds me to her, and I think I register kisses on my hair, but the world
spins too fast for me to be sure.
The vibrator still buzzes inside of us.
“Again,” she tells me, taking hold of my ass.
I look up, smiling before I kiss her lips.
“In the bed,” I tell her. “You on top. Fucking me backward.”
Her eyebrows shoot up.
I want to see her back move, her hair bouncing across her skin. And her
ass.
I pull myself off the toy, wincing at the ache I didn’t feel a moment ago. I
stand up, my legs wobbly, and she pulls the other end out of her. I take her
hand and help her up.
“You okay?” she asks.
I think so. “Yes.”
Except none of this is leaving my system. I simply keep wanting more.
She holds one end of the toy under the spray, and I see the water turn a
little pink from my blood.
I feel a blush cross my cheek and a smile begging to get out at the
reminder of what she did to me.
How I can’t go back now.
Then, she turns it over and washes the other end.
Again, more blood.
I shoot my eyes up to her, but she’s not looking at me.