Page 74 of Sweet Venom

I have no clue what the hell he’s thinking when he corners me on the regular, inserting himself into my life like a damn parasite, but I’m growing dangerously used to this.

My whole life, I’ve been uncomfortable with the way men look at me, but I crave the way his pupils blow wide and how ravenous he looks when I’m in his sights.

The feeling that’s been coursing through me since he trapped me in the bathroom rushes to the surface. The ache between my legs intensifies as I rub them together on the ground, needing some friction I never thought I’d ache for this much.

Jude taps the crown of his cock against my mouth. “Open.”

I purse my lips, not because I don’t want to, but because the idea I’d simply fall into this unorthodox encounter, like when he ate me out, is terrifying.

His cock’s size is also making me self-conscious as hell, because it’s not even fully erect and it’s already this enormous.

Grabbing his cock in one hand, he squeezes my cheek with the other, making me look up at him. He’s towering over me, like the horizon, and despite the public space, it feels…weirdly intimate.

As if we’re the only people existing in the here and now.

“Be a good girl and take my cock in your hot little mouth, sweetheart.”

I remind myself that it’s not for him, but for me, to prove to myself that I still dislike oral so I’ll finally stop having those disturbing dreams about a man with a helmet and leather gloves visiting me every night.

“Use your hands. Don’t just leave them lying around,” he orders in firm words that rush through my spine.

I wrap both hands around him and jerk him up and down, looking up to gauge his reaction. That’s what I’ve learned about blowjobs—it’s all about the man’s reaction.

Jude’s face remains impassive, but he’s growing bigger in my hand, harder, and…holy hell. If I thought his cock was big when half erect, it’s massive now, and the base of my stomach tingles with a weird sensation.

He slides his thumb over my mouth as I swallow hard, squeezing and feeling on edge just from his eyes. “You wore lipstick today. You never wear lipstick.”

“It was a special occasion.”Why do I sound breathy?

“Special occasion, huh?” His voice is huskier but darker. “From now on, you only wear lipstick for me.”

“That’s not?—”

“Shh.” He removes my glasses, and I can see him clearly now, probably because they’ve been gradually fogging up. “You shouldn’t hide these eyes.”

Something about the way he’s watching me feels intrusive and frighteningly intimate because I love the way he looks at me.

As if I’m someone he can’t explain.

Someone he can’t help but want.

Jude slides the glasses in his back pocket and grabs my hands that are around his cock and guides it to my mouth. “Enough with the foreplay. Wrap these pink lips around my cock.”

Still looking up at him, I pull him deep into my mouth, the smooth, velvety skin sliding all the way to my throat, and I still can’t fit all of him.

I take a moment to fall into the choking sensation insteadof fighting it and then dart my tongue, licking the underside of his cock, bobbing up and down to use the inside of my mouth, my tongue, and my throat for friction.

“Mmm.” He sinks his fingers into my hair, his jaw tight, betraying his usually unaffected expression. “Your little mouth is made to take cock, isn’t it?”

I moan around him, using the spit and the salty precum as lube, working my mouth even if my jaw hurts. The obscene wet sound is so titillating, I’m rubbing my thighs together.

No clue why I’m getting hot and bothered by sucking his cock, but I can feel my panties getting soaking wet.

This is degeneracy.

“But not just any cock.” He gathers my hair in a fist as he thrusts into my mouth. “Mycock.”

I groan, deep-throating him as far back as possible, remembering to breathe through my nose.