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Chapter 110 of "Tempting Venom" begins with suspenseful moments: āFuck,ā I grunt. āHow can you take me all the way backā¦you little whore? Fucking... Donāt miss it!
āFuck,ā I grunt. āHow can you take me all the way backā¦you little whore? Fucking hell, the feel of my crown at the back of your throat isā¦nothinglike Iāve experienced before.ā
āMmm.ā Thatās all he can manage as I grab his head with both hands.
āFuckā¦yesā¦deeper, take me deeperā¦ā
His mouth widens, letting me thrust inside, and the friction of his tongue against my cock is making me delirious.
I donāt think Iāve ever used anyone this way, but IuseMarcus.
Thereās no other word for it. Iām brutally fucking his mouth, his throat, rotating my hips to increase the power.
And heletsme.
Heās even trying to accommodate my length and girth as much as possible.
For a second, I forget about his finger in my ass. I can feel him moving the single digit, thrusting it shallowly at first, then more deeply, but itās not as brutal as the way Iām fucking his throat.
It hurts a bit, but the pain only adds to the pleasure thatās coursing through my veins.
āFuuuckā¦ā I curl my fingers in his hair in a merciless grip. āFucking hell, why does your mouth feel so good? Unghhhā¦ā
He drives another finger inside me, and I think I come a little down his throat.
Holy shit. What the fuck is happening to me?
Thereās no way Iād enjoy a manās fingers in my ass, so whyā¦?
The pain is there, but thereās a troubling feelingāas if a part of me is coming alive for the first time ever.
I fist his hair, dragging him closer, and it must hurt, but he doesnāt try to close his mouth or resist. No matter how vicious my touch is, he never fights it, keeping his teeth out of the way like a true pro.
And that annoys the fuck out of me for some reason.
āWhat a little whore.ā I moan deep as his fingers drive in my ass. āHow many cocks have you taken down this throat, you fucking slut, hmm?ā
I get on my tiptoes when he thrusts his fingers deeper, and I feel the pleasure rushing straight to my balls.
āDonāt answer that. Iā¦fuckā¦donāt careā¦ā
His eyes shine in the darkness, and I should probably wonder what that means, but Iām too far gone to care at this moment.
I thought Iād never feel more stimulated than in the locker room, but I was dead wrong.
Because this? This is setting my world on fire.
His fingers scrape a sensitive spot in my ass, and I have no goddamn clue what the fuck comes over me, because all of a sudden, Iām spurting down his throat in thick waves.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, I donāt even realize Iām coming until my fingers are shaking in Marcusās hair, unintelligible moans spilling out at the same time.
His Adamās apple works up and down as he swallows the cum. His throat constricts around my crown with the motion, and it makes me come harder.
Even though he tries to swallow everything, thereās just too much cum, and it trickles out the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
The view somehow glitches my brain.
Iāve marked him.
Again.