Page 44 of Cruel Biker

“Sure, yes, of course, sure.”

She moved out of the way, and he stepped through.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

They spoke together and Venom looked toward her. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have ran off like that, and I really don’t know what I was thinking and I know it makes absolutely no sense.” She winced.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked.

“What?”

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked. “Is that why you ran off?”

“You left. When I woke up you were gone, and I figured you were having second if not third thoughts, and I decided to just run before you could.”

“I was going out to get us coffee,” he said.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, I’m not good at cooking or making coffee, and I figured the morning after, you deserved something good. When I came back, you were gone.”

She groaned. “I’m so sorry. I thought you had run out, and then I left because I didn’t want to freak you out, and I didn’t know if you were coming back, and it was so amazing. I thought I was bad, and I was worried that I made it terrible for you. You completely blew my mind, and I loved every second of it—”

“You loved it?” he asked.

She stopped and looked at him, her eyes were wide, and she looked a little fearful.

“Yeah, I did.”

He took a step closer to her. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

“How could I not?” she asked. “I’ve never felt that way.”

Venom looked at her, and he moved closer, then she moved back, and he had her pinned against the door. She took a deep breath, licked her lips, and he reached out, cupping her cheek. He couldn’t resist stroking his thumb right across her bottom lip.

“What way?” he asked.

“I’ve never ... uh, that is the first time a man’s given me an orgasm,” she said. “No one’s ever touched me like that, or used their mouth on me.”

He saw her cheeks had gone a bright shade of red.

“Not even Bolt?”

She shook her head. “I’ve only ever been with him.”

And he didn’t want to hear about Bolt. He didn’t like the little shit, and the more he learned about him, the less he liked him. He tilted her head back and took possession of her lips, kissing her, and she whimpered. He growled against her lips and bit down. Another moan escaped her, and he stared into her eyes, but she’d closed them.

Dropping the hand down from her neck, he went to her shirt and started to open up the buttons, but he only had so much patience and ended up grabbing the shirt and tugging on it. The buttons sprayed in all directions and he didn’t give a fuck, they were in his way. He removed the shirt, and from the force of his tugs, it tore as he pulled it off her body.

She ran her hands over his chest, and she pushed the shirt to the floor, and he allowed it to drop. Pulling her away from the door, he moved her into the sitting room and pressed her over the sofa. He’d turned her so she had no choice but to lean over. He reached around her, releasing the button, then the zipper of her jeans.

He tugged her jeans off her body, exposing her ass to his view, and it was such a pretty, sexy ass. He couldn’t resist giving it a little swat with his hand. She cried out, and he grabbed the panties, tearing them off her body. He didn’t want her covered. She let out a little grunt that soon turned into a moan as he cupped her between her thighs and stroked a finger through her wet, creamy slit.

He tapped against her clit, and then pressed, stroking back and forth, before pulling back and sinking into her pussy. Venom watched her open up, and he pulled his hands from her pussy and knelt behind her.