Sammie always lit up the second Black Venom rolled into town—tall, dark, and dangerous in that tight black gear that hugged every hard line of his body. The moment the door shut behind them, Venom had Sammie pinned against the wall, gloved hands already sliding under his shirt, rough leather dragging over sensitive skin while he claimed his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Sammie moaned into it, grinding against the thick bulge pressing into his thigh, already aching for what he knew was coming.

Clothes hit the floor fast. Venom shoved Sammie face-down on the bed, slicked fingers working him open with practiced urgency before he sank in deep, filling him in one long, punishing thrust. Every snap of his hips drove that thick cock harder, the wet slap of skin and Sammie’s broken cries filling the room as Venom fucked him relentlessly, one black-gloved hand fisted in his hair, the other stroking Sammie’s leaking cock in time until they both came hard—Sammie spilling across the sheets while Venom buried himself to the hilt and flooded him deep