A Very Venom Christmas - Kristine Allen Page 0,9

life. Then I realized why and jerked out.

“Shit!” I berated myself, because I’d never been so stupid before. “You got a condom?”

“What? Shit!” she gasped in surprise. “You don’t have one? Don’t guys like you travel prepared?”

“Guys like me?” I questioned with a choked laugh.

“Yeah, sexy tatted-up bad-boy guys,” she replied.

“Well, I didn’t come to my grandmother’s with the intent of getting laid, so no. You on the pill? Cuz I’m clean, but it’s your call.”

“Mirena,” she replied, and I raised a brow. “IUD,” she explained.

“Good enough,” I said as I shoved my cock deep in her tight cunt.

“Fuck,” she moaned and I gave her a wicked grin. Because that was exactly what I planned to do.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and leaned in until her thighs were pushing on her chest. One hand braced on the table by her head, the other with a palmful of perfect tit, I went to work.

Every movement was pure unadulterated ecstasy.

All thoughts of our age difference, the reasons this was a bad idea, they all dissipated.

Then, needing more, I tugged her closer to the edge, dropped one leg to hook over my arm, and wrapped my hand around her thigh. The change in angles had me groaning as I drove hard and deep.

“Yes! Harder!” she demanded. The beast within thrashed and unfurled as I gave her what she wanted.

The table was banging against the wall with each powerful thrust, and her hands were all over me. Nails scoring my shoulders and my back, she was lost in the pleasure I was pounding into her. Grunts escaped us both as her first orgasm barreled down on her. I could feel it building until, like an overfilled balloon, it exploded.

Covered in sweat, I fucked her through the blast and roared as the sensation became too much. With a few more strokes to ride out her lingering spasms, I filled her pussy with enough come that I imagined it leaking out of her for days.

Shaking, I dropped to my elbows and rested my sweaty brow on her shoulder. A shaky breath escaped me.

“Goddamn,” I stuttered.

“My thoughts exactly,” she huffed out.

Though I told her I didn’t need the bed, we sure as hell ended up there. Her ass in the air and my fingers digging into each juicy globe, I fucked her again. I’d have given anything to fuck her tight little ass, but there was no way she was ready for that.

Another round had her on her knees at my feet, my hands tugging hard on her hair as I fed my cock down her throat. Truly, one of the most awe-inspiring moments of my fucking life.

Then the last time was in the tiny-as-fuck shower with her against the wall and her fingers pulling on my hair.

Late in the night, she lay spent and heavy-lidded in the messed-up bed as I dressed.

“You can stay, if you want,” she offered with a yawn.

“No, I can’t,” I firmly replied. I’d made enough mistakes for the night. Sleeping with her naked body curled into mine would be one too many. Because something told me if I did that, I’d never want to leave.

That wasn’t me.

Instead, I leaned down and kissed those swollen lips that had been wrapped around my cock not long ago. “See you,” I told her, though I had no intention of doing so because I knew it would be a bad move. Worse than the one I’d already made that night.

A content curl of her lips was my reply as she snuggled into her pillow and sighed.

The corner of my mouth rose as I stared at her. Christ, she looked even younger with her dark hair spilling across her stark white sheets and her face relaxed in sleep.

“Yep. You’re a dumb fucker, Venom,” I murmured to myself. She must’ve heard me in her sleep, because she mumbled something into her pillow, then was still.

As I let myself out, I dug out my phone. I hit the last number I’d called after letting my brothers know I’d made it safely.

“Hey, Venom, everything okay? It’s late as fuck,” Snow, my good friend and the president of the local Demented Sons MC, muttered.

“You sleeping? Figured you boys would still be partying,” I said as I climbed into my truck. When I told him I’d be up for Grams’s appointment, he’d been thrilled. They’d invited me to their clubhouse for their Friday night party, but I’d declined, planning to spend the night with Grams.

“We are, but I was