Page 56 of Beautiful Venom
Now, my thighs are rubbing together at the prospect.
Kane thrusts inside my mouth. “Wider. Stick your tongue out.”
I do, trying to accommodate him, but he’s big both in length and girth. My jaw hurts, and it’s a task to keep my teeth out of the way, but I manage to fit a considerable amount one inch at a time.
“You’re taking my cock so well. You’ll let me fuck your face and come down that pretty throat, won’t you, Dahlia?”
My ears buzz whenever he calls my name in that slightly husky tone.
My response is to lick him and grab the base with both hands, twisting and matching the rhythm with my tongue. Now and again, I pull him out to lick and suck on the head.
Just because I’ve never liked blowjobs doesn’t mean I’m not good. I look up at Kane as I lick, twist, and jerk off his hardening cock.
The darkening look in his eyes makes me more enthusiastic. Hell, it turns me on.
And I know it turns him on, too, because he keeps thickening in my hand.
“Who taught you to suck cock like that?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
“Mmm,” I speak against his flesh, then kiss the tip and suck on it. “You like it?”
He tugs on my hair until pain erupts on my scalp. “No. I’m about to fall asleep.”
My heart falls.
He pushes my hands from his dick and grabs it. “Open your mouth.”
I do and he thrusts all the way back, gagging me. Tears spring to my eyes, and I think he’s done playing and will get rid of me now.
“That’s it.” I feel him growing thicker and harder. “This is the proper way to take my cock.”
A ringing fills my ears, and I feel like I’m going to faint, but he pulls out. I splutter and choke on my saliva and his precum, but his firm grip on my hair doesn’t allow me to move.
“Again. Open.”
I pant, but I follow the command. I don’t want to owe him for that orgasm, and I definitely don’t want to seem like a quitter. I can offer him the same pleasure he gave me.
My lips open of their own volition as I hold on to his thighs.
Another deep thrust, and this time, the tears flow down my cheeks as he fucks my throat, my face, my mouth, making me gasp and gurgle. He uses my tongue for friction, driving into me with so much dominance, I’m dripping wet.
There’s no reason I’d be so aroused when he’s using me, but I thinkthat’s the reason.
The fact that he’s using me as a vessel for his pleasure ignites a strange sensation inside me.
“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees, wildflower.” He thrusts in and out, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re choking on my cock so well. Mmm. Good girl.”
My heart surges and I think his words will make me orgasm or something equally ridiculous.
His rhythm picks up, his hoarse, deep groans echoing in the room, and I watch with utter fascination as he throws his head back, his eyes closed, like a sex god.
His cum shoots down my throat, thick and long.
“Swallow,” he orders. “Every last drop.”
I try my best, but I can feel streaks of cum trickling down either side of my mouth.
Kane pulls his cock out of my mouth, and to my horror, it’s still half erect.
