Chapter Thirty #2
She stole that from me on her last night in Colorado, saying it smelled like me, and I’m pleased to see her in it now.
More than pleased, in fact.
She is not leaving this room with that shirt on. In fact, she’s not leaving this room at all.
“Yes?” Venny asks, completely unaware of the dirty thoughts running a marathon in my mind right now.
Wordlessly, I run my hands across her hips, grasp firm and steady as I guide Ven backward into the bedroom.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now, do you?”
She smiles, pulling my mouth to hers, our tongues caught in a wet duet.
Pulling back, she says, “Your standards remain exceptionally low, I see.”
Shaking my head, I say, “No, you just make everything look good.”
“Including an old T-shirt?”
I reach down between us and start to unzip her jeans.
“Including an old T-shirt,” I repeat, capturing her lips and biting them just hard enough to excite.
“I guess I should be thanking Zeke after all.”
“You can thank him in the morning.”
She chuckles, pulling back enough to meet my gaze. “It’s only eight.”
“It’s going to take at least that much time for me to get my fill of you, and you’re not allowed to leave this room until I do.”
“Mmm…I like the way you think, Mr. Knight. How about I show you what I’ve been dreaming about doing every night this week?”
Ven sinks to her knees in front of me, the sound of my zipper opening the loudest sound.
I gasp as her lips wrap around the head of my cock. The sensation is so warm and wet, her tongue swirling around my girth. I thrust into her mouth, feeling saliva drip down my shaft and balls. Ven moans loudly, the vibrations running through every nerve in my lower body.
“Fuck.”
I grunt, reaching out and gripping her head firmly.
Ven flicks her tongue across my shaft, and the burning fire that had been growing inside me erupts into an inferno.
Ven takes me even deeper into her mouth, gagging softly.
Our eyes lock as she takes the last inch of me, her nose pressing firmly against my pubic bone, even as tears spring to her eyes behind her glasses.
The sight of those tears does something to me.
Turns on a switch in my brain. I fuck her mouth relentlessly, gripping her braids hard.
Those soft gagging sounds she’s making nearly unravel me, and it takes every remaining brain cell to work in tandem to stop myself from bursting across her tongue and down her throat.
I pull her back until the head of my cock pops out of her mouth, a thick string of saliva keeping us connected.
I slam forward again, and this time Ven’s tears leak over the brim of her eyes and down her cheeks.
For half a second I think I’ve gone too hard, but her already stretched lips pull back further into a smile, that pleased look she is giving me saying otherwise.
As she chokes on my dick willingly, her eyes water with lust. Thrusting faster, I get lost in her slick heat, body ablaze.
She swallows harder, the suction making my knees and thighs tremble.
On the edge of coming, I savor her sloppy dedication.
Goddamn, my body is already begging for more. For that final release.
Ven stands quickly, slipping off her jeans and panties.
In the lamplight, I can see the wet spot on her underwear.
I don’t have much time to think about that, however.
Ven pushes me back suddenly, and I land butt first onto the bed, my dick jetting out from my hips.
She climbs on top, mounting me in reverse and giving me the most epic view of her perfectly round ass and hungry pussy.
“Goddamn, Ven.”
I groan against her.
Raven guides my cock into her soaking pussy, sinking down slowly, walls clenching tight around me.
Her ass slaps against my thighs and hips.
Reaching out, I grip her hard and pound up into her, feeling her channel squeeze down, her pussy making these deliriously salacious sounds.
Juices gush from her sopping center, socking my balls and upper thighs with every bounce.
“I missed you,” she moans.
She rides me like a wild animal, ass cheeks dimpling as she slams down hard, grinding her clit against my base and pubic hair for that extra spark. Her walls flutter and pulse, milking me with shameless hunger.
“Knox,” she cries, her voice full of emotion.
Still fully encased inside her warmth, I move to switch our positions so I can kneel behind her.
Ven’s body trembles harder as I hit that sweet spot over and over again, her juices running down my balls and her thighs.
With her face buried in the mattress and pillows, I can’t fully understand her words. But I make out a few.
Harder. Please. Stretch me out. Just like that.
I snap my hips, her ass cheeks rippling, even as her muscles clench even tighter around me.
I’m not going to last much longer, I realize.
So I pull out, flipping her over to her back.
Her tits are still hidden from me under that shirt.
I pull the fabric from her, even as my dick grinds against every inch inside of her.
“I want you to come with me, sweetheart,” I grunt into her ear.
“Okay,” she breathes, the sound coming out as a moan.
“But only when I say so.”
“Okay.”
Changing my pace and swirling my hips in the other direction, Ven’s whole body clenches up, and her eyes slam shut.
I watch Ven’s expression pinch as she tries to push her orgasm back, but I’m having too much fun.
I pump even harder, relishing the suction her warm, wet hole has on me.
Her body starts trembling in a noticeable rhythmic pulse, and I know she’s right on the edge of eternity.
“Look at me as I wreck this pussy.”
Her eyes snap back open just as her orgasm crests.
“Oh fuck! I’m—”
She shouts loud enough that I know they can hear us downstairs.
Unable to hold back the pleasure anymore, my peak isn’t far behind hers.
Bliss floods over my entire system, starbursts appear behind my eyes, and my spine shudders.
With my last firing neurons, I collapse onto the side of the bed beside her.
We lay there for a long time, our breathing slowing and our sweat drying. I look down at my softening dick.
“Shit,” I groan a little.
No wonder every moment felt like lightning striking my system.
“Hmm?” Ven’s voice is soft like she’s already half asleep.
In that space before I answer her, a totally different future spreads itself out before me.
One filled with late-night feedings and frequent diaper changes, and afternoons soothing scraped knees.
Weekends at water parks. Weeknights going over math homework or running to piano concerts, and summer vacations visiting museums and libraries and themed camps.
First steps, first school days, first crushes, and the first heartbreaks that follow.
Doctor’s appointments, parent-teacher conferences, bike and driving lessons.
All of it. What once was a nebulous idea is suddenly in sharp focus before me.
It was never a deep desire of mine, but with Venny, the possibilities seem boundless.
I finally say, “I forgot to grab a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she says softly, her body curling towards mine.
Nodding, I allow the idea to become hazy again, although there is now a clear center to the image, the woman lying in my arms now. Satisfied, I pull her body in closer, kissing Ven softly all over her face and neck until we both fall asleep.