Page 54 of Venom's Sting
By the time I’m finished she’s about as desperate for my cock as I am to feel myself slide inside her tight, wet pussy. I ease into her body and lift her hips up off the bed so I can power into her at an angle that hits all the right places. She brings her hands up and clings to the headboard as I make her come all over my cock. Feeling her pussy clench down on me is a slice of heaven.I look down at her body and the way her breasts are bouncing with each thrust I make, and I end up losing control. I feel myself shooting my load long before I’m finished fucking her.
When I lower her hips back down onto the bed, she says breathlessly. “That was the most amazing sex of my life. I feel like I should I say thank you.”
I grin down at her. “Darlin’, you don’t ever have to thank me for fucking you senseless.”
She stretches, making my cock slip out of her sweet pussy. “I’ve been looking forward to that all day.”
I snort a laugh. “You act like we’re finished, sweetheart.”
She gazes up at me, her eyes slightly unfocused. “You’re already up for round two?”
“Absolutely. How about you? You’re not wimping out on me, are you?”
She laughs at my bawdy joke. “Of course not. How do you want me?”
“Hand and knees, darlin’, hands and fucking knees.” My voice sounds gruff and needy even to my own ears, but I can’t help it.
She quickly scrambles into position. I take a moment to admire the curves of her ass and the way her pussy is so inviting from this angle. My seed is dripping out of her and running down her thighs, and for some reason that makes my lust surge. I grab her hips and dive back inside, this position is giving me a little more space to work with. After a few hard, rough strokes, I bring my hand around and dive between her soft thighs to fingerher clit. She looks over her shoulder, clearly surprised that I’m intent on giving her yet another orgasm. She ends up having two before she collapses onto the bed face first. I come down on top of her and ride her hard until I fill her up for a second time.
I feel the need to stake my claim and make her mine before any of the men in this club start getting stupid ideas about luring her away from me. I know a lot of the guys think she’s my old lady, but once the truth comes out, then they’re gonna be after her like moths to a flame. But I’ve already decided I’m gonna make this fake relationship real if it’s the last thing I do.
My rational mind tells me that we haven’t known each other well enough to start talking marriage but that’s exactly where my mind is going. This woman is going to be my forever, I can feel it in my bones.
It feels like we’re both on the same wavelength when she says, “Our moms were plotting about getting us married off, last night.”
I keep rubbing her back as I reply, “Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint them, now, would we?”
She turns over and looks up at me. “Be serious.”
“I am being serious. I’ve had a thing for you since I first laid eyes on you running through that cornfield.”
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I regret bringing it up.
Shoving me off and sitting up she says, “You were there, and you didn’t do anything to help me?”
I move back to give her some personal space. “No. It wasn’t like that.”
She crosses her arms over her naked breasts and demands, “If that’s not how it was, tell me how you saw me running through the cornfield.”
“I was on an assignment for our club and caught sight of the whole thing on one of my drones. I saw you running from the dogs, and I was helpless to do anything, but then I saw you get away. I checked the local newspapers but there was nothing mentioned, so I figured I might have been mistaken about what I saw. Then when I met you at the coffee shop and you were okay, I didn’t want you to think I was stalking you or something.”
“So us meeting in the café, that wasn’t planned?” she asks warily.
“Nope. That was pure chance, I was still doing surveillance in the area and Rage suggested we meet there. Obviously, after seeing you worked there, I had plenty of reasons to visit,” I say with a shrug. I bring my hand up to stroke her face, “We good? I thought you were going to claw my eyes out there for a second.”
She has the decency to look embarrassed before apologizing. “I’m sorry about the outburst. If I’m being totally honest, I’m feeling all kinds of conflicted about my grandfather being killed.”
“I’ll bet you are,” I tell her firmly. “He was your grandfather, but he was also the man who kidnapped your mother and tried to turn her into a household servant against her will.”
When I pause to see how close I am, she picks up the conversation. “When we were held in the room at the farm,she told me what it was like for all those months she was held prisoner. My grandfather had totally lost the plot, he was convinced that she was his wife come back to life. He never did anything to her, and he treated her okay,” Amy pauses, and I see something flash across her face. “She actually said it was nice getting to know him again. How as a kid he’d hated her, but when he thought she was someone else he was kind and caring—”
“Stockholm syndrome,” I mutter. “You know where people start to empathize with their captors?”
She shrugs, “Maybe. She said that her brothers weren’t so bad, a bit rough around the edges, but other than have her cook, clean, and take care of the house, no one mistreated her.”
“Siege will let her decide what happens to them, we’ll give her a few days to decompress then we’ll have a debriefing. If she wants to get the cops involved then I’ll make sure that happens, whatever your mom wants. This is her choice,” I say. To be honest if it was me, I’d drag the bastards into the desert and get them to dig their own damn holes.
Amy heaves out a huge sigh, “About Rufus, grandfather or not, I don’t think I’m too worried about if he’s going to heaven or hell. You know what I mean?”