Page 197 of Beautiful Venom
He doesn’t release me and I start to panic, but I whisper, “Please.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, then keeps one arm around my waist and parts my ass cheeks with the other hand, nudging his cock against my hole.
And then he enters.
It’s slow. Agonizingly slow, and it feels full.
So damn full, I think I’ll burst.
Oh fuck. I feel my ass stretching, accommodating, greedily sucking him in.
“Relax,” he strains, his tone rough, his muscles taut. “I barely managed to get the tip in and you’re tightening up. Do you want to break my cock?”
Oh fuck.
Oh shit.
That was only the tip?
I’m sweating profusely, my fingers clawing at his lean waist for leverage, but I don’t think I can do it.
“Relax your ass for me.” He kneads the cheek, then slaps it. “You’ve taken my cock in your cunt; you can take it here as well.”
My pussy clenches and I moan, then go still.
“You like it when I spank your little ass?”Slap. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Good girl.”
My throat closes up and my heart swells at his words.
I’m so turned on, I barely feel him thrusting in a bit more. It hurts. Yes, there’s pressure and stretching and a sting of pain, but I like it.
The best sex has always been a mixture of pain and pleasure for me. A combination only Kane does this well. There’s always enough of both to keep me on my toes. Enough to make me wet and expectant.
Thrilled.
Enamored.
So I relax for him, wiggling my hips and letting him slide farther in.
“Fuck.” His biceps bulge, his fingers sinking into my stomach, grounding me in place. “You’re taking my cock so well, wildflower. You’re stretching to swallow me deeper and deeper.”
I moan, stroking his sides, staring at him through my blurry vision.
Kane doesn’t break eye contact as he starts moving inside me, his cock sliding gently in my tight channel. There’s nothing of his usual brutality. No slamming. No fucking like he hates me.
And that makes me wetter, my wiggling more frantic, my heart soaring so high, I think I’ll never come down. So I roll my hips and meet his every thrust with renewed frenzy.
“Slow down.” He slaps my ass cheek again, the sting making me a puddle. “You’ll hurt yourself on my cock.”
“Fuck me like usual,” I gasp on a moan, still wiggling against him.
“I won’t fuck your ass like I fucked your cunt the first time.”Slap.“Stop moving.”
My limbs go still at the command, and I see it then.
The look in his lust-filled, enlarged pupils.
He doesn’t want to hurt me. He didn’t care the first time in that tunnel, but now, he does.
