Page 2 of Viper

When we get in the elevator, he doesn’t even wait for the doors to close before he’s crowding me into the back wall and bracing his arms. I should probably be intimidated considering the size of him, but instead I only tilt my head up to look into his eyes as he stares intently down at me. “Something tells me you’re trouble, sweetheart,” he drawls. “But lucky for you, I like feisty women.” He presses himself against me and I nearly moan at the feel of the sizeable bulge in his jeans against my lower belly.

“Mmm, you’re not lying,” I murmur, rubbing against him just enough to make him clench his jaw, and close his hands into fists on either side of my head. “So I probably shouldn’t tell you now I’m just as feisty in bed, huh? And my name’s Eden, not sweetheart.” Ugh, I hate that pet name. I much preferred him calling me spitfire anyway.

The ding of the elevator has him pulling away, but he grabs my hand and leads me down the hall to our room. He wastes no time in opening the door, ushering me inside, putting out the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle, before shutting and locking it with a fast snick.

I don’t bother looking at the room, because as long as it has walls and a bed, I don’t care. The desire I feel for this man is getting hotter by the minute, and I’m not about to waste time. Thankfully, he seems to be of the same mindset, because the moment he turns, he’s reaching for me, and time wasting is the last thing on my mind.

God, this man can kiss. It’s like he’s trying to consume me, while also trying to show me who’s boss. I’ve never been really into overly dominant men in bed—and definitely not in real life—but right now, him taking control fans the flames higher. And when I nip at his lower lip, he pays me back in kind, while also moving his hands down to my ass, lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around his hips, and uses the grip he has on my ass to grind me over him, hitting that perfect spot every time.

Oh fuck, I’m going to sleep with a man who knows where a clit is. I think I’m in heaven. Or maybe he’s going to be the devil himself; which I’m perfectly fine with. Who wants angelic sex? Not me, that’s for sure.

He moves us both toward the bed, and when he bumps into it, he pulls his mouth from mine, and then drops me on to it. He stares down at me as he shrugs off his cut and tosses it on the small desk against the wall off to the side. “I don’t feel like ripping that pretty blouse, so how about you take it off?” he suggests, a guttural tone to his voice that sends a shiver down my back.

I don’t answer him, and instead, bring my hands up to the buttons and quickly undo them. His eyes fire even more as I pull it off my shoulders and toss it away, leaving me in only my simple black cotton bra. I should be embarrassed I’m not wearing something sexy, but the way this man is looking at me, I don’t think I have anything to worry about. I give him a sly smile and lie on my back, popping the button of my pants, before shoving them off my hips. He pauses in removing his own clothes as he watches me, and my smile widens.

By the time I strip all the way out of my clothes, including my plain cotton underwear along with the bra, and lie naked on the bed, Viper’s expression is so hot I’m surprised it’s not searing my skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps as he makes quick work of his own clothes. By the time he’s fully naked, I’m so full of anticipation it takes everything in me to remain still.

He may say I’m gorgeous, but the man clearly hasn’t been looking in the mirror because, holy shit, the man is something else. He clearly keeps himself in good shape considering all the muscles he has, and he also clearly loves ink from all the tattoos that cover him. The biggest is a scroll with a name over his heart, Archer. I should probably be curious, but this isn’t going anywhere past tonight, so it’s none of my business. The rest of his tattoos range from skulls to flowers, but it’s when I get down between his legs that a wicked grin starts to pull across my face. Oh, now, that’s new, and I can’t wait to see what that’s going to feel like.

Rolling onto my hands and knees, I crawl toward him, his eyes bright, and a smug grin pulling at his lips as I get closer. He grips his erection in his big hand, stroking it slowly and asks, “First time seeing these, spitfire?”

“First time seeing more than one at the same time,” I correct, not even looking at him as I stop at the edge of the bed, moving to sit on the edge. I reach out, moving his hand out of the way and running my fingers over the hardware adorning his cock. He’s rocking both a Prince Albert, as well as a Jacob’s Ladder, and I’m so wet I have to fight not to squirm. God, I love the idea of what these are going to feel like inside me. The metal is warm from the heat of his body and when I rub my thumb lightly over the Prince Albert, Viper gives a low hiss, and his body stiffens, though pre-cum drips from the tip of him and my mouth pulls into a grin. “Someone likes that,” I remark, doing it again, and being rewarded once more with a hiss and his body tightening. “I wonder what you’ll do if I taste you,” I say as I look up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Fuck, I’ll probably…oh, fuck!” he growls out as I put my mouth over him and suck him down so I can trace each piercing with my tongue. His hands clench into fists at his side, like he’s trying not to grab me, but that’s not what I’m looking for.

I pull away, but don’t release him and order, “No holding back,” before I take him back in my mouth and get back to work on exploring him. Thankfully, he listens, and he grips my hair tightly and thrusts his hips as I work him over. He’s definitely not small, and I appreciate him trying not to shove his huge dick down my throat and choking me. I learn pretty quickly that the Prince Albert is what makes him thrust harder, and has him spilling more pre-cum into my mouth. When my tongue plays with the Jacob’s Ladder, he just groans, but doesn’t really do much other than continue working my mouth. It’s interesting, but I want more. I need more. So I stop playing and get to work on driving him crazy.

He lets out a loud groan as I intensify my suction and the pace of my mouth over him, and stares down at me. I look up at him beneath my lashes, and though I can’t smile, I’m sure he can see how much I’m enjoying this. I’m enjoying having him at my mercy. “Goddamn your mouth,” he grits out, moving a little faster, and a little deeper. Not enough to make me panic, but enough that I have to breathe through my nose to ensure that my gag reflex isn’t triggered. “So fucking hot and wet. So good.”

I give a low moan, and reach between his legs to cup his balls. He hisses out a breath between his teeth, and his cock jerks in my mouth. I gently roll them, careful not to put too much pressure, and I feel him swell in my mouth. Mmmm, someone’s close, and I’m torn between letting him explode in my mouth, or if I should stop. I mean, as hot as this guy is, I want to be fucked good and hard, and I don’t feel like waiting an hour for him to recover. I slowly let him go, and then pull my mouth from him, and he drops his hands from my hair. He watches me intensely as I scoot back on the bed so I can spread my legs open wide and show him exactly how excited sucking his cock made me. “How about we get to the part where we see just what name I call you, if you make me come?” I say huskily, moving my hand down between my legs and circling my clit slowly.

His eyes are glued to my hand, but then he drops to his knees, grabs my hips, and pulls my ass to the edge of the bed, before gripping both cheeks and lifting me so that his mouth is a breath away from my throbbing core and screaming for him to get a move on. Anticipation makes my stomach clench, but it’s the eager look on his face and the wicked grin he gives me before putting his mouth on me that has me realizing this man is about to have me calling him all kinds of names.

And I might not normally call a man Daddy, but holy fuck, this man is about to change that.

I’ve been with a few men, and I’m not ashamed of that, but none of them have pushed me so close to orgasm so quickly. This man, he must know exactly where to find all the spots and know how to work them, because it’s not long before I’m crying out as my entire body arches and grinds into his face. He sucks my clit in his mouth with the right amount of pressure, and knows exactly how to use his tongue to push me closer and closer to the edge. And when he thrusts two thick fingers inside me, it’s my turn to grip him by the hair and hold on tight for the ride. And considering his hair is up in a ponytail, I’m sure I’m yanking on it like a woman possessed, but he doesn’t stop me, and just keeps eating me like I’m his final meal.

“Viper!” I cry as my orgasm starts to build to heights that have my eyes flying open and staring down at him in shock. “Oh, fuck,” I groan as he curls his fingers and hits the spot that I’ve only ever felt a couple of times before. But unlike those times where the guy would just crook his fingers a couple of times and be done, this one, he rubs it continuously until I’m spiraling out of control and coming all over his face. The resulting growl of pleasure from him as he thrusts his fingers harder into me a couple more times draws it out even more. And when he pulls out his fingers and moves his mouth down to my entrance to lick everything up, I’m pretty sure I’ve never had anything hotter happen in my life.

When he finally pulls away, my body is buzzing and trembling in the aftermath, and all I can do is pant and stare at him. He grins at me as he wipes his face on my thigh, and then slowly climbs to his feet. “I take it back,” I rasp, making him pause. He arches a brow at me in question and I grin. “I think Daddy is too tame for you, big guy, if you can eat pussy that well. Makes me all excited to see what you can do with that.” I nod toward his cock, which is jutting out toward me. Oh yeah, I want that inside me ASAP.

That makes him chuckle and grin back as he reaches down and grips me under the arms, tossing me farther on the bed with little effort. I let out a small gasp, and then smirk when he grabs a condom from his wallet, before tossing it on the pillow by my head, and then crawls up towards me. “Then I say we don’t waste anymore time, do you?” he rasps, before bracing himself over me and pressing his mouth to mine.

I taste myself on his mouth, but it doesn’t turn me off like it normally does. Maybe I’m too relaxed from that orgasm, but the feel of him pressing over me has the heat in my belly growing once again. The kiss wipes everything else from my mind and it’s not long before he’s moving his mouth down to my jaw, and then my neck, before moving to my collarbone and finally down to my breasts. “Been wanting to taste these beauties since the bar,” he rasps, before he draws one hard nipple into his mouth, while his hand cups the other.

I hiss, my body arching into him as the sensations start to burn through me. I’m so sensitive from my orgasm that I’m almost sure it’s too much. Too much pressure, too much suction. Just too much everything. But when he lifts his head, I want to cry out in annoyance at the loss, before once again feeling overwhelmed as his mouth moves to the other side. My body arches into his and his cock bumps into my clit, which has me gasping before doing it again. But it’s when I arch just enough that the head of his cock pushes at my entrance I know I’m done waiting. I’m far too close to making a stupid mistake and I can’t allow that to happen.

“Viper, now,” I order, though even to my ears it’s weak as he gives one more hard suck on my nipple before lifting his head. “I want you inside me,” I tell him, staring into the blue of his eyes. At first he doesn’t seem to react, but when I arch my body into him and grind my clit on his shaft, it seems to be what gets him moving.

Within moments, he’s reached up, grabbed the condom, and sheathed himself. He goes up to his knees, puts my legs over his forearms, and lines himself up to my entrance. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to tease me further. Just gives me what I want. Mainly him, pushing inside me, and stretching me so damn good that all I can do is close my eyes and savor the feeling. Holy shit, he is definitely thick. I briefly wonder if he’s going to fit, but then I feel those piercings moving along my inner walls, and holy shit I’m ruined. He feels so fucking good, especially once he’s all the way inside me and then those icy blue eyes are on mine, intense and making my heart pound.

“Son of a bitch you’re tight,” he grits out as he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in. It’s a bit slow for what I want, but it gives me the time I need to adjust to his size. “But you feel so fucking good.” He thrusts a couple more times, slow and easy, but it’s not enough.

So, I decide it’s time to stop playing around. And considering how sassy I like to be, I use all the power I have from those damn kegel exercises I do, and work my muscles over him, making him grunt and thrust a little harder inside me in reaction. I hiss myself, before I give him a sly smile and tell him in what I’m hoping is a seductive voice, “Then how about we get this show on the road then, Daddy?”

His lips pull back in a smirk as he adjusts his grip on my legs, before he pulls halfway out of me, before thrusting back in, hard and fast. But he thankfully doesn’t stop there. No, he’s on a mission now, and the pace he sets is almost brutal, and it’s fucking delicious. His piercings scraping along my walls makes me cry out his name, and gripping the sheets to try and ground myself.

“Come for me, Eden,” he gasps out as he powers inside me. “Give it to me.” For once, I’m speechless and can’t seem to find words as I stare at him, helpless to do anything but let the orgasm wash over me. His name is torn again from my lips, and I vaguely hear him snarl, before suddenly, he’s pulling out of me, flipping me over to my stomach before grabbing my hips and lifting me up so he can line himself up and thrusts inside me once again.

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