Venom & Velvet

o stifle the moan that is just about to erupt from my throat. It's intense and nerve-wracki

voice husky and intense, eager hands

tonight, but you know,

ust do wha

d land in trouble one day, and he wouldn't lift a finger to save me. My best friend, Cassidy, too.

, but then, I'm cognizant of the fact that

However, instead of pain, a strong wave of arousal slams into me,

that, huh."

is black pants, and pushing the material down his toned thighs. I try to

. There's no need pullin

ab

utes ago, he was all over my space, scolding me for drinking too much at my fu

ally shaking m

d. This will be the only birthd

Good heavens, he looks far better than I've ever imagined a man could be. I stroke him slowly, relishing the feel of the warm and ripped

ble to live with myself if I give him the tiniest bit of the impression that this is my first time. He'd t

don't want a fucking quickie. It's my 19th birthday party, and if this is the birthday present I'm

ng low in his throat. A tingling sensation shoots up my nerves as he tweaks my right n

p, and I stop stroking his still throbbing length. Instead of asking me to resume or hitching my skirt up to thrust in

read a fair amount of erotic content, but none prepared me for t

d into his hair, massaging his scalp, and

than I imagined." He bre

e never been on the same page; well, except tonight, and only God knows when we're going to s

ng as we live. But right now, I don't fucking care. I don't think he does either, because his right hand is hitc

ack and thrust, unashamedly. He kisses me around my breasts, his nose stroking my nipples as h

ed teeth as my body tenses and my clit throbs,

ent now,

uc

ips from his and reach my hand down to grab his length again, wiping the stupid s

his mouth. I don't want him to talk, either of us. It's going to ruin this moment. Or perhaps, I ca

ers create a blazing heat to spread through me. I wiggle a hand

h and jerk it gently, rubbing the pre-cum moisture around it, which makes it easier to stroke him up... down... en

that's ratcheting up by the second. Exploring, marking, and

ps my knees, spreading them apart. His fingers find their way to my dripping fold. He slips one

.. you'r

e pushes his hips forward, penetrating

hit!" I

ow, stroking my sensitive walls with his ripped length. I cling to his arms and press my c

that, huh?"

him, but he chooses that moment to pick up

my insides taut. My hips thrash against his. I moan, fisting his hair as he starts a pu

in the air, hitting me. I gulp as I feel my walls tighten around him.

a wis

to him with a deep shudder. His pace is deeper, ha

r you say the w

to form words, but all I can focus on is the sound of his hips rubbing

I-

, d

struggle to sit upright is accompanied by a stifling sensation

y breath as the phone continues to ring, grating on my alrea

y sh

y. I glance