Page 39 of Viper

Eden’s eyes are hot and bright, and her breathing unsteady. Then she licks her lips and says, “I think we both know spanking me isn’t going to do anything more than make me do it again.” She lets out a gasp when I squeeze her ass tighter, giving her that little bite of pain that I know she enjoys.

“You think that’s a threat, spitfire?” I growl in a low voice. I lean down so my mouth is close to her ear, and carefully tighten my fingers on her neck to hold her completely still. “Because to me, it’s an invitation. I want to see you fucking yourself, knowing that you won’t be making yourself cum. No, I’ll be the one pulling those fingers out, then fuck you until you fly over that edge. Because we both know your fingers aren’t anywhere near as good as my cock, are they, baby girl? You want Daddy’s cock more than those, don’t you?”

She shudders in my grip, and her eyes glaze over with desire. “Viper,” she breathes, her fingers curling into my cut.

“Tell me, Eden,” I coax, pressing a kiss just behind her ear, making her shiver. “Do you want my cock? Want me to show you why it’s so much better than your fingers? Or do you want me to leave? Leave you aching and so wet that nothing will touch it? Not your fingers, not some toy, nothing.”

She doesn’t answer for a moment, and when I lift my head to stare down at her, I see the indecision in her eyes. I know I should leave, I shouldn’t push if I don’t want her to regret this, but right now, the only thing I can focus on is the way she feels against me. And the fact that I know she’s dripping for me. Before I can push her for an answer, however, she rasps out, “This doesn’t change anything. It’s just sex.”

Irritation sparks, but I quickly bank it, because right now, is not the time to push. Even with the lust clouding my brain, I know that. “We’ll discuss it later. Right now, the only thing I want is to taste you again.” Then I lower my mouth to hers, and everything else is wiped away instantly. Fuck, I missed the taste of her.

She moans into my mouth, going up on tiptoe to get closer. I solve that problem by gripping her other ass cheek and lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around me. I step forward, setting her on top of the counter, using it as leverage to grind into her center, making her groan into my mouth as she arches her hips to move with me.

I invade her mouth with my tongue, while simultaneously, working my hand under her shirt so that I can cup her breast, pinching the nipple hard. She moans, arching into me, and it’s all the confirmation I need that she’s onboard. I yank my mouth from hers, and rasp, “Fucking hell, I need inside you, baby girl. It’s been too damn long.”

“Yes,” she breathes, and she quickly reaches down to haul off her top, making me pause to watch her. Our night together she did this, and I swore that I had never seen anything more beautiful than the sight of her naked. And that holds true still. She’s got the perfect amount of curves, and her skin is a flushed rosy red from arousal. And as her bra falls away, I can’t help but quickly lean down to take one hard nipple into my mouth. She gasps, but her hand comes up to grip the back of my head as she arches further into my mouth. Her head falls back against the upper cabinet, and I look up at her to see that her eyes are closed, her lips parted in ecstasy.

My girl loves her tits played with, and I aim to please. I cup the other, pinching her nipple again, with more pressure this time, making her writhe. I give her nipple one hard pull with my mouth, before I release it, and switch, and doing everything all over again to the other side. “Viper,” she cries. “Fuck. Yes.” She’s grinding her core against my zipper, and I can tell she’s getting more excited each time I lave at her, or nip her with my teeth.

I pull away, giving her a small reprieve as I order, “Everything else all the way off, baby girl. I want to see that dripping pussy.” She blinks at me, but as soon as I ease back, she quickly strips everything else off, tossing it to the floor. Then wantonly lifts her feet to brace herself on the edge of the counter, spreading her thighs wide, and I can see she’s so fucking wet that I have to grip my cock through my jeans tight to keep myself from cuming like a teenager.

She gives me a slow smile as I watch her move her hand between her legs, spreading her lips so I can see her pretty clit as she slowly starts rubbing it with two fingers. She gives a soft moan and rasps, “Your turn to get undressed, baby. I want to see what you’re going to give me.” Then she braces her shoulders back against the cabinets to keep herself steady, and with her other hand thrusts two fingers inside herself. “Show what I pictured while I fucked myself the other night.”

Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me. I quickly strip off my clothes, tossing them over the dining room chair not far away, and I fling my boots under the table. Her eyes blaze as they move over at me, before they zero in on my cock, hard and already weeping as I grip my shaft and stroke it slowly. As much as I want to taste her and fuck her, I order, “Show me exactly what you did last night, baby girl. I want to see just how you like to touch yourself.”

Her eyes are bright as she watches me, but she doesn’t lose the wicked smile on her face. No, instead, she does exactly as instructed, working herself with both hands, sighs and moans of pleasure falling from her lips with each passing minute. My cock is throbbing, and I have to hold on to my self control to not stop her and take over. I can see her wetness with each thrust of her fingers, of the way her tempo increases the higher and higher she gets towards that edge. I brace one hand on the counter, gripping myself, and stroking in time with her fingers, my own need rising higher.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I praise. “Show Daddy what you like.” I let out a low groan when her hips arch at my words, her fingers faltering. Oh yeah, she loves when I talk like this, but I know if I say it too much, she’ll go right over that edge, and I’m not about to let that happen without me. So I wait, biding my time, and slowing my hand on my cock so I don’t cum all over her. I can tell she’s getting close; it’s in her breathing, the way her thighs are clenching and the jerky speed of her fingers. I reach out, yanking her hand away from her wet hole, and press my mouth to her entrance, thrusting my tongue inside her fast and hard as she detonates with a scream. Her thighs clamp down around my head, and the finger on her clit falls away, as she grips my ponytail and grinds herself on my face.

It’s so fucking hot that it takes everything in me not to cum. I can feel that tell-tale sign of it burning in my lower back and balls. So I drink her down, then pull away, wiping my face on the side of her thigh. She slowly lowers her thighs, and then stares down at me, as her chest heaves. I straighten so I’m towering over her, without a word, I pull her down and off the counter, turning her so she’s braced against it. She locks her legs, but also keeps her legs spread so I can see all of her. “Don’t move,” I grit out, giving her ass a quick slap to emphasize my point, before I grab my wallet and pull out a condom. I quickly sheath myself and move to position myself behind her.

She’s much shorter than me, so I have to bend my knees to line up, but the moment I feel the heat of her on the head of my cock, even through the latex, I’m lost. Lost to the feel of her, the way she moans as I fill her, and then her cry of surprise as I thrust hard as I bottom out. “Oh fuck,” she cries, her hands trying to find purchase. “Oh yes,” she hisses out when I wrap my arm around her hips to protect her from the counter’s edge, but also to give myself a little more height and leverage. Bracing my feet, I set to fucking her.

Because that is what this is. It’s fucking, pure and simple. And even at my mercy, she doesn’t fight me. No, she tries to back her ass into me, her body clamping down to try and keep me from leaving her. “I missed this pussy, baby girl,” I grit out. “Missed it milking me so good, getting so wet for me. It missed my cock, didn’t it? Missed feeling something so big filling it up and hitting all those spots.”

“It missed your jewelry for sure,” Eden gasps out, a small hint of laughter in her voice, then followed by a loud moan when I slap her ass hard for the sass.

“What was that, baby girl?” I purr, curling my body forward so that my back is pressed against hers, my mouth near her ear, but slowing my thrusts keeping her orgasm hostage. “Care to repeat that for me?”

“I think you heard me the first time,” she sasses, letting out a low squeak when I slap her other cheek.

“Sassy girls don’t get to come, baby girl,” I purr.

“That’s fine, because when you leave, I’ll just take care of myself,” she snips, turning her eyes to look into mine. “And I’ve got a large dildo that will…Oh, fuck,” she hisses as I thrust hard inside her, surprising her, as I move one hand from her ass to her front to pinch her clit. She spasms, but it’s not enough to send her over the edge.

“You didn’t just threaten to take care of yourself, did you, spitfire?” I ask her softly, slowing my thrusts once more, keeping her further away from that edge, even as her inner walls try desperately to clamp down on me. “You can’t tell me that some toy is going to take the place of this dick, right? It’s not going to hit all those spots inside you like I can.”

“Viper,” she moans, and there’s a pleading note in her voice now.

“Mmmm, yes I do love the way you moan my name, spitfire,” I praise, increasing my pace just enough that her lashes flutter, and her fingers curl against the countertop. “But that’s not what I want to hear, is it? So how about you try again, and I’ll give you a reward. What do you want inside you, making you cum so hard, baby girl? This?” I angle my hips so that my piercing hits the perfect spot inside her forcing a strangled cry from her. “Or some toy? Tell me, baby girl.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chants trying to push back against me, but I still, waiting. She lets out a sound of frustration, and a smug smile pulls at my lips. “Viper,” she hisses out between gritted teeth. “If you don’t stop teasing me and fuck me—” She lets out a low moan when I slap her ass.

“Then I suggest you answer me, and I’ll give you what you need, baby girl,” I suggest calmly. Despite the fact that my cock is screaming furiously at me.

“At this point I’d prefer the toy,” she snaps, turning to glare at me, testing me.

I think she expects me to get mad and fuck her hard in retaliation, but instead, I give her a predatory smile, and I see the unease on her face instantly. I don’t answer her as I pull out, loosening my grip on her, spinning her around, and then hauling her up and over my shoulder. She yelps, bracing her hands on my back, as I stalk toward her bedroom. I don’t speak to her, and she doesn’t demand to know what I’m doing. Instead, I use my free hand to find her sopping wet entrance and thrust in hard, delighting in the feel of her fingers curling like claws into my back. When I reach her bedroom, I pull my fingers from her, but it’s my turn to yelp when her teeth find the top of his ass and clamp down hard enough to leave a mark. I slap her ass hard, and she lets go, which gives me the chance to send her flying onto the bed.

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