“Venom, wait.”
“What is it, baby?” I ask, nipping at her lips.
“I need to tell you something… something you should know.” Her words come out shaky, breathless.
I pull back, giving her my full attention. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, eyes not meeting mine.
“What?” I hurry her along.
“I’m….”
“You’re what?”
“I’m married.”
***Emily***
Venom’s eyes narrow, his hand leaving my neck. He takes a step back, shock overtaking his features.
“What the fuck, Emily? You don’t think you should’ve told me that before?” he demands.
“It’s not like that. We’re separated… getting a divorce. That’s if James ever signs the papers.”
He takes a deep breath in, expelling it through his mouth in relief. His relief turns to scrutiny, and I can almost see the wheels turning in his head.
“He the reason you think I’m trying to flatter you?”
“Part of it. He was a shitty husband. Always made me feel like I was never good enough for him.”
“Babe.” Venom steps closer. “He’s the one who’s not good enough for you.”
“Thanks.” I drop my gaze.
“How long were you married?”
“Ten years.”
“And how long you been separated?”
“Six months. Although it seems like longer. We stopped being a married couple long before that.” I chuckle, but only to keep myself from breaking down. “When he started getting sex elsewhere, I was actually relieved. He even blamed me for his cheating, saying I was no good in bed. He hadn’t touched me for over two years before I found out he got one of his women pregnant. That was the last straw. I moved back in with my parents and served him divorce papers.”
Venom’s hand returns to my neck, his thumb brushing my skin in comfort. It gives me the strength to continue. “He keeps sending them back without his signature, though.”
“Maybe he’s realized what he’s losing.”
“Hardly.” I fold my arms across my chest, tears pricking my eyes. “You know what he called me? Miss Piggy. Said I disgusted him and he wouldn’t touch me if I was the last woman on Earth.”
“Motherfucker,” he growls, pulling me into his arms. “He’s a cocksucker who deserves to swallow a bullet for spewing that bullshit to you.”
I wrap my arms around Venom, breathing in his scent. It’s calming yet arousing at the same time. He’s so strong and confident, not needing to put others down in order to feel better about himself. So different from James.
“He wants money.”
“Money?” He pulls back, brows furrowed as he stares down at me in confusion.
“I’m not rich or anything like that,” I clarify. “A couple years ago, I found out James had been hiding more than his cheating from me. We split the bills. He had the bigger ones, mortgage and electric, and I had food and the other utilities. He was behind, and we were facing foreclosure on the house. I sold my car, worked two full-time jobs to get us out of the hole. After school, I worked as a waitress to supplement my income.”
“Fuck, Em….” Venom shakes his head.
Taking a deep breath, I continue. “I kept both jobs, but started putting money away in a separate account. When I left, some mail came for me at the house, and that’s how he found out. I don’t think he knows how much is in the account, but he probably thinks it’s a lot. It really isn’t. The day we met, the reason I was such a bitch to you? I got a message from him saying he won’t sign the divorce papers until I pay him. It really pissed me off.”
Venom pulls me back into his arms, gently rubbing circles on my back. He kisses the top of my head, his lips slowly moving down the side of my face and toward my lips.
“You’re beautiful, Emily. Trust and believe me when I say that.”
I relax, letting him claim my mouth like he did earlier. I’ve never been kissed like this.
Passionate.
Hungry.
Moaning, I slide my hands around his neck and up into his hair. As his tongue dominates my mouth, a hand squeezes my breast. He grunts, pressing his erection into my stomach. I let him kiss me within an inch of my life, massaging my breast and pinching the nipple through my dress. It was never like this with anyone else. The sensations running through my body are so new to me, I want to prolong them for as long as possible. Before Venom loses what little interest he seems to have in me. There’s a danger in him, in his touch, his kiss. It’s in his blood, pumping in his veins. I know I’ll be its victim eventually, but my pleasure now is worth the pain later.
My body shivers as the hand on my breast glides down my side, slipping under my dress and into my panties. A long groan of approval leaves my throat when his fingers swipe over my lips.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my mouth. “You’re wet already. I want to taste you, Emily.”
My body goes rigid.
He pulls back, regarding me cautiously. “What?”
“I’ve never… that is, no one’s ever….”
“Don’t tell me that asshole never ate your pussy.”
“No.” I shake my head, uncomfortable not only with the conversation, but the reason why James wouldn’t… engage in that activity.
“Why the hell not?” Venom demands an answer.
“He said….” I avert my gaze but he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “He didn’t like the smell.” I rush the words out, trying to make it quick and painless.
Venom swears, grumbling about James being a worthless piece of shit. I won’t disagree there.
“Why the fuck were you with him so long?”
I shrug. I’ve asked myself that question so many times, but never found a satisfactory answer.
Venom falls to his knees before me, pressing his face between my thighs before I can stop him.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a panic.
He pushes my dress up, dragging his nose from the crotch of my panties to where they cover my mound. My knees tremble, embarrassment forgotten as more beautiful sensations travel through my body. My lids flutter closed, head falling back with a moan.
“That smell? It tells me you’re aroused. Even if I hadn’t touched you, it would’ve told me that if I ripped these fucking panties off, I’d find you wet. For me. You smell like fucking Heaven, and I bet you taste even better.”
His fingers hook into the leg of my underwear, moving it aside.
“Venom, don’t.”
My plea is weak at best, my resolve slowly weakening when our gazes lock. Here is a man, kneeling at my feet, eyes begging me to allow him to perform an act my own husband wouldn’t. He promised me we wouldn’t do anything I’m not comfortable with, so he’s waiting for my permission. As self-conscious as I am, I desperately want him to do it.
I nod, my fear turning into something quite different when his tongue slides between my lips. My legs quiver, goose bumps popping up on my skin.
“Oh, God….”
I’ve definitely never experienced anything like this before, and not just the pleasure from his tongue. I feel wanted.
“Look at me, Emily.”
I didn’t even realize my eyes had closed again. They fly open, and I watch as Venom buries his lips in my sex. Our eyes meet, the look in his making it impossible for me to break our stare. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. For years I thought there was something wrong with me. Now, after a few minutes and even fewer words, this man makes me feel like the dessert section of an all-you-can-eat buffet. It’s in his eyes, the way he’s staring up at me like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be, like he can’t get enough of me… of my… taste.
“Venom….”
At the sound of his name, he growls, ripping my panties off and spreading my thighs to his liking.
“You’re going to come on my tongue, Emily. I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget every word tha
t motherfucker ever said to you.” My body shudders, leaving no doubt in my mind that he could achieve that feat. “I’m going to make you come so many times, it will completely wipe him from your memory.”
“Please….”
I don’t know what I’m begging for. Maybe it’s for him to keep talking, or for him to lick me again. Maybe I need him to make good on his promise.
To make me forget.
“You want my tongue, Emily?” he asks, punctuating his words with a lick to my clit.
My breaths come hard and heavy.
“Yes.”
“Tell me. Tell me you want me to fuck you with my tongue. That you want to come on my lips.”
“Fuck me with your tongue, Venom,” I tell him, more confidence than I’ve ever felt in my life surging through me. “I want to come on your lips.”
With a grunt, he sucks my clit into his mouth. I cry out, grabbing a handful of his hair. His tongue swirls, the combined actions making it hard for me to stay upright. Venom’s fingers dig into the backs of my thighs as he positively devours me. I won’t last much longer. When he pulls away, I groan my disappointment. His fingers spread my lips, baring my clit to his gaze. I watch him lick his lips, eyeing me like he can’t wait to dive back in.
“Fucking prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
My knees quiver. Muscles clench.
“Get rid of this, Emily.” He tugs on the hair on my mound. “I plan on spending a lot of time down here, and I don’t want anything in my way.”
Jesus.
He licks at my clit with the tip of his tongue, then glides it from my entrance up, with a long, leisurely stroke. His beard tickles my inner thighs.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
That does it. The moment he touches my clit again, my climax barrels through me like a boulder down a mountain. I cry out, pulling his hair.
“Venom!”
He continues to lap at my juices, making my orgasm more intense. I’ve never come so hard in my damn life. Yep… definitely mastered the art.
When my knees threaten to give out, he picks me up, and I have the vague sense of being carried. That couldn’t be. Even with all his muscles, I’m way too heavy for Venom to walk around with me.
Finally down from my high, I find myself in his bed. What the hell? Shocked, I look to Venom, but all words escape me when he slides off his cut, revealing a gun strapped to his shoulder. He loses it, reaching behind him to drag his T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside. All of a sudden, I’m not concerned with how I got here, or his gun. My only focus is the naked chest mere inches from me.
Perfection.
That’s what he is. All the hours in the gym have certainly paid off for him. The man is huge, from his pecs to his arms. The ripples in his stomach look like a goddamn ice tray, leading down to the V at his hips. Tattoos cover his skin, and I make a mental note to study them the first chance I get. The silver barbells in his nipples glisten at me, calling to my tongue. His jeans are next to go, revealing muscular thighs encased in tight, sexy-as-sin boxer briefs. He certainly hasn’t missed a leg day. His dick is hard, snaking up toward his stomach. I swallow hard at the promise of the size of his bulge. I guess I’ll finally find out if size does matter.
“Take off your dress, Emily. I want to see you.”
I hesitate, not wanting to taint the amazingness we just shared. Surely when he sees me naked, he won’t want to continue. I close my eyes, feeling the bed dip beneath his weight.
“Can you… turn off the light?” I ask, unsure if he even heard the timid words I whispered.
“Emily… babe.…” He grabs my chin and I open my eyes to find his gray ones boring into me. “I can tell you all day how gorgeous you are, but you won’t believe me. So I’m going to show you.”
“How?”
I allow him to slip off my sweater, then pull my dress up and off, all while my eyes are closed. I won’t be able to manage the disappointment in his when he finally sees my body. My bra follows, its removal making my too-big breasts fall to the side, parting as the Red Sea did for Moses and his rod. They weren’t pert enough for James, and he never let me forget it. Venom sucks in a breath, a groan coming from deep in his throat.
Well, that sounded… not disappointed.
“Fuck, Emily.” He settles between my legs, his rock-hard erection connecting with my pussy. I gasp, shocked that I did that to him. “You’re fucking gorgeous. See what you do to me?”
Our eyes finally meet, and he grinds his hardness against my clenching core. My hips rise up to meet him stroke for stroke.
“I’m not going to fuck you tonight. Tonight… it’s all about you.”
A finger replaces his crotch, and he slowly slides it inside me. I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and digging my nails in, unable to think about what his words mean.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbles, more to himself than me.
No one has ever spoken to me the way Venom does. He’s crude and crass… and my body is eating it all up. Every filthy word goes straight to my clit, making it pulse with need. As if he knows, he shifts his attention there. His fingers move in a circular motion, intent on wringing another life-altering orgasm from me. I whimper, pulling his face into my neck. His lips latch on to a spot there, sucking as his tongue moves in lazy circles. The man is a sex god. I haven’t even seen his dick yet, but I’m on the verge of coming twice within mere minutes.
“Come for me, Emily. I want to feel your body shaking under me.”
“Yes….”
He moves faster, fingers pressing into my sensitive flesh. My muscles contract, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from screaming. Venom begins to rock, his chest rubbing against my aching nipples. It’s exactly what I needed to push me over the edge. I scream, convulsions ripping through me as I crush his body to mine.
He grunts, actions slowing before he slides to the bed next to me. His fingers remain in my pussy, trailing featherlight touches up and down. I shudder, a moan passing my lips as I settle in against him.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Amazing. Those were my first non-self-induced orgasms, ever.” I giggle before realizing what I admitted to him.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. There are many more to come.”
His arm curls around my waist, pulling my back against his front. Sighing in contentment, I allow sleep to take me.
***
“Mmm….”
I don’t know what’s going on, but something feels incredibly good. I open my eyes and realize there are fingers pinching my nipple. Venom. He’s still nestled behind me, his erection digging into my ass. God, he’s so hard and I haven’t even touched him. Of course, James always blamed me when he couldn’t get it up.
A twist of my nipple sends all thoughts fleeing from my mind. I turn onto my back with another moan. He doesn’t hesitate, his mouth replacing his fingers.
“Your tits are amazing,” he mumbles.
I grasp a handful of his hair, hips rising off the bed when his hand glides down my stomach. By the time his fingers brush over my lips, I’m soaking wet.
“Fuck,” he groans, sliding a digit inside me. “You’re killing me, Emily. I want inside you so fucking bad.”
Me, too! “Yes, Venom. Please….”
“Patience.”
My muscles clench, squeezing his fingers when he adds another. I spread my thighs, giving him more room. A grunt of—I can’t believe it—satisfaction leaves his lips. His teeth graze my nipple, biting into it when I whimper. The fingers inside me start to move slowly, picking up pace as I grind on them in wanton abandon. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I like it. I love it. I want more.
“Venom….”
“Love the way you say my name. You’ll be screaming it soon.”
Oh, God. My hand tightens in his hair, keeping him at my breast. He fucks me with his fingers, hooking them and pressing on my top wall. With each thrust, he pushes them as far as he
can, his thumb connecting with my clit on every in motion. His beard is rough against my skin as his mouth works my nipple, sucking, licking, biting. It throbs, but there is no pain. Just pleasure.
Just him.
Just us.
“Come, Emily. Come for me.”
It can’t be possible, but it’s happening. The quickening sensation zips through me, my pussy clamping down on his fingers.
“Emily….”
My name on his lips is my undoing. “Venom!”
My body shudders, back arching, eyes squeezed shut. I feel empty when his fingers leave me, sliding between my lips, over my clit, and up my stomach. He turns off the lamp by his bed, pulling me against him once more.
“Sleep, babe.”
CHAPTER 6
***Emily***
My body twists in a languid stretch before I even open my eyes. That’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had since… I don’t remember when. Three orgasms will do that to a woman. Three orgasms from a man—a very hot, dirty-talking biker kind of man. Damn. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips.
“Wanna share what’s put that look on your face?”
Startled, I turn my head in the direction of the voice. Venom is watching me from the bathroom doorway, arms crossed on his massive chest. His boxer-only state makes my mouth dry. I lick my parched lips, eyes widening at his tented underwear. His hair is wet, and the scent of his body wash wafts over to me. The smirk he’s sporting tells me he knows exactly why I’m smiling.
“Had a good night’s sleep, that’s all,” I answer.
“That’s all, huh?”
“Yup.”
His lids lower, fingers curling around his crotch to adjust it. That’s when I notice I’m only covered from the waist down, and my breasts are on display. I tug the blanket up, avoiding his gaze. Before I know what’s happening, he stalks over, yanking the blanket completely away from my body. My hands instinctively fly to my breasts, shielding them. He perches on the edge of the bed, his stare intense. However, he doesn’t try to move my hands.
“Tell me one thing you love about yourself.”
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