Page 45 of Renascence

“Venom… oh, God… yes!”

“You like my dick, Emily?”

“Yes. Fuck yes!”

“Then ride it, Emily. Ride my fucking dick until you come all over it.”

That’s it.

My mouth falls open, nails dig into his shoulders, movements out of control as my orgasm approaches. Venom grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in for a feverish kiss. I tear my lips from his, gaze centered on his face as he grips my hips once more. His eyes are glued to where our hips meet, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, watching as he thrusts up into me. His hands move to my upper arms, pulling me forward and holding me immobilized as he positively devours my nipple. Lick, suck, release, repeat. All while he’s driving up into me.

“Venom!”

My body stills and then shudders, the tremors intensifying with each additional thrust. He grunts, a long groan following as he jerks beneath me. I fall on his chest, utterly spent and out of breath.

“Fuck,” he mumbles.

“I second that.”

He chuckles, gently smacking my ass so I’ll move. I hate the emptiness I feel when he slips out of me. I could have stayed like that for the rest of the night.

On his way to the bathroom, he grabs his boxers.Aw, man. Please don’t cover up that perfection!His tight ass disappears, returning hidden beneath his underwear. I run to pee and clean up before joining him in bed once more.

“You know, I don’t normally do the sleepover thing,” he says in a low voice.

“Oh.” I sit up, crushed as I begin looking for my clothes.

He grabs my hand, tugging me back into his arms.

“Normally. But if you think having you once was enough for tonight, you have another think coming, Miss Pierce.”

“I do?”

“Just give me a few minutes.”

***

Venom wasn’t joking about not getting enough. It seems like when I finally doze off, a gentle touch pulls me from blissful sleep. My body has never been this…utilizedin my entire life. Groaning, I force my eyes open to find him between my legs, kissing his way up my thighs.

“Venom….”

From the sound of my voice, I can’t tell if I’m begging for more or for a reprieve. The pad of his thumb connects with my clit, and from the way it glides across the slick surface, I deduce it’s more.

Definitely more.

I whimper when a finger pushes past my entrance. He freezes.

“Fuck, Emily. Please tell me you’re not sore.”

“More” is all I can get out, rocking my hips to get him to go deeper. The drawer on the nightstand rattles, and then comes the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper. Without warning, he flips me onto my stomach, positioning me on my hands and knees. I cry out when he sinks inside me, not used to this position.

“Spread your legs wider, Emily. Put your face to the bed.”

I follow his instructions and find it’s much better. While I adjust, his hands work the flesh of my ass, massaging it. I moan, pushing back into him. A slap to one cheek surprises me, sending me forward before slamming backward. He hisses, smacking the other cheek. Grabbing my hips, he begins to move, pounding into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, slowly being drowned out by my moaning and his labored breathing. He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. Dragging me to the edge of the bed, he positions one foot on the floor, the other knee on the mattress. The bed is high enough that when he’s inside me once more, I realize I’m perfectly aligned with his dick. I cry out, gripping the sheets when he begins to move again. A hand coils in my hair, tugging my head back. Another smack to my ass has me biting my lip, ashamed to ask for more. He’s reading my body like a book. I don’t need to say a word because he knows exactly what I need.

God, he was right. Why does it feel so good?

“You like it,” he declares, as if daring me to admit I do.