Page 52 of Paved in Venom
“Good fucking girl,” he groans, and those three words have every part of my body tingling with need. He slowly slides his fingers out, letting me suck him the whole way before he threads his hand through my hair, fisting it again while his other hand grips his shaft, guiding his thick head to my waiting lips.
“You sure you want to cry, baby?” he asks, dragging his head along my bottom lip, coating me in his pre-cum. “Because I’m more than ready to give you what you want, but I need you to be sure it’s what you actually want.”
I run my tongue over him, making him hiss out a breath when I probe his slit, hungry for more of his salty taste.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warns. “The way you want it means that I’m going to be fucking this sweet mouth hard, and I need you to tell me now if you don’t want that.”
“I want it,” I tell him, reaching out to grip his thighs.
“Then fucking take it, sweetheart,” he growls, sliding his cock between my lips. He keeps his hand fisted in my hair as he rocks his hips, thrusting into me harder, pushing past my gag reflex, not stopping until he’s buried in my throat and blocking my air supply in a completely different way. Fast Russian fills the space around us as Danil forgets his English. His eyes never leave mine. He holds me still, watching as my eyes threaten to spill over and my body struggles to breathe. I try like hell to fight how badly my body wants to gag. His thick cock makes it impossible to do anything. All I can do is kneel, impaled on his giant dick as he towers over me.
“You look so fucking sexy, sladkaya.” His voice is barely more than a growl. He runs his thumb along my stretched-out lips. “This sweet mouth was made to take my cock.”
My lungs scream for air, but he keeps me right where I’m at, denying me oxygen and demanding my submission. I give it. I willingly submit to him, forcing my body to be still even as every survival instinct I have is demanding I pull back and get some goddamn air.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, baby,” he warns me, fisting my hair tighter. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan around his cock, already feeling a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. I know if I tapped his leg, he’d immediately back off, but I don’t want to. I want him to use me, to fuck my mouth as hard as he wants. I want to give him this. I want to give him me.
He brushes the back of his fingers against my cheek in one last soft caress before he tightens his grip on my hair and pulls back, sliding his length out of me so I can take a much-needed breath. The reprieve doesn’t last long. As soon as I fill my lungs, he slams back into me. Just like he promised, he fucks me hard, and it does hurt. I gag as spit drips from my mouth and tears spill down my face. The sight of it pulls a feral-sounding growl from him as he fucks me even harder. This is the wild, untamed side of Danil that I wanted to see, and the sight is everything I knew it would be. The dangerous man standing above me looks exactly like what he is—a fierce killer who could end me so easily. His grey eyes are dark and wild, the muscles in his neck taut as his veins stick out, and his chest heaving with his ragged breaths.
I fucking love it.
He growls my name as he gives one last thrust, burying himself inside me as his cock pulses, and I feel the wet heat of him hit the back of my throat. He feels me trying to swallow, my throat constricting around the head of his cock, and it pulls another deep groan from him as he pulses yet again, emptying himself of every damn thing he has.
When I feel him start to grow soft, I clutch at his thighs and slowly lift my head, sucking him the whole way until he’s released with an audible wet pop. Spit still drips from my chin, my mouth and throat ache, my lips are numb, and I’m pretty sure I look an absolute mess, but I’ve never been so damn proud of anything in my life. I just made this sexy man growl my name and lose all control. If that’s not a life goal I can check off my list, then I don’t know what is.
Kneeling down, he cups my face and brings his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and oh so fucking gently. When he tastes himself on my tongue, he lets out another groan and massages the sting from my scalp.
He pulls back to look at me, worried grey eyes studying every detail of my face. “Was I too rough?”
“No,” I whisper. My voice is raspy and my throat is sore, but that doesn’t stop the big smile I’m wearing. “Do I look like I’ve been properly chastised?”
His thumb swipes at my wet cheeks, no doubt smearing my mascara even more. “You look so goddamn beautiful, baby.”
He tilts my chin, lifting my face so he can see my neck, and when he sees the damage, he lets out a pained groan. His fingers run over the sore skin.
“I was too rough,” he says, and his voice is so low I have to strain to hear it.
I grab his hand and squeeze it. “No, you weren’t. I wanted you to, Danil.” My lips find his again, and I whisper, “I liked it, and I want to do it again.” I look around Tom’s office. “Just maybe not here.”
Danil gives me a soft smile and one more kiss before tucking himself back in his pants and then helping me to my feet.
“We don’t have much time. I need to hurry up and see what I can get off his computer.”
I watch him walk over to Tom’s laptop. I’m just about to ask how he’s going to get past the password, but his fingers are already flying across the keyboard, opening the damn thing up. I love watching Danil work his magic. I’ve never been too great with computers, but Danil understands them on a deep level. He speaks their language, and he’s already unearthing all of Tom’s dirty little secrets.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a flash drive and connects it to the laptop. A few minutes later, he’s pulling it out and giving me a wink.
“Got it, baby.”
His smile grows when I say, “I never doubted you for a second.”
He pockets the flash drive and pulls me closer, wrapping me in a tight embrace, giving us these few seconds of comfort before we have to go back out there.
“Ready, sladkaya?”
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”
