Page 77 of Ruining Vanessa

“B-because,” Vanessa whimpers. “I don’t want it to feel good!”

Slayer lets out a soft chuckle. “But we’re not like that, Vanessa. We want you to feel amazing. And doesn’t this feel great? I can feel the way you keep going tight around us.” He keeps thrusting into her, moving her slightly. He’s being patient, but I know that won’t last long.

Vanessa blinks rapidly, and her eyes glisten.

“Shh, no crying,” I say, using my other hand to wipe the corner of her eye. “It’s okay to feel good. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I give a small, abortive thrust of my own. I don’t have the leverage to do much, but Vanessa gasps anyway, and behind her, Slayer groans loudly.

She clearly doesn’t agree, but she doesn’t argue with me. Instead, she closes her eyes. Tears trickle down her cheeks, but she’s starting to tremble, her cunt tightening around me as she gets nearer to orgasm. Once she climaxes, Slayer can come, then I can flip her over and take her properly.

Slayer fucks her a little harder, making her twitch and shift around me, and it’s my turn to groan.

I kiss her again. I almost bump against Slayer’s head when he leans down to kiss her neck, and that should be irritating but it’s just another layer to all the sensations, now.

“We should…” Slayer mumbles. “Pics. For Jules.”

I snort, but he’s right. Giulio would love to see this. I reluctantly release Vanessa’s hip so I can fumble for my phone one-handed. It almost slips from my hands, but I manage to get the camera app open.

The first photo I take is of Vanessa’s face, flushed red with tears in her eyes.

“Don’t… Don’t send those,” she begs. “Please.”

“Giulio will love them,” I promise her, angling the camera to get a shot of her where her cunt welcomes my cock.

It’s harder to get a photo where Slayer is also in the shot, and in the end, half of them are probably blurred messes—especially once Slayer picks up the pace even further.

“Fuck, he’s gonna think they’re so hot,” Slayer groans. Of course, Slayer doesn’t know how poorly the photos are turning out, but even so, Giulio will get the idea. If he’s home and awake, he’ll probably be right over, though, so I’ll wait to send them until the morning.

After his meeting.

Slayer speeds up, and it isn’t long until he’s swearing against Vanessa’s throat, sucking a hickey into existence there. He fucks her harder, jarring her over and over again so she feels like she’s squeezing me and moving atop me every time.

“Get her to come,” Slayer manages to get out. “I wanna feel it before… ungh.”

My fingers are starting to get clumsy, but I try to stimulate her clit more. It doesn’t end up mattering—one more brush against her, and she’s crying out, clenching and rippling around my cock.

There’s no way I can hold back now, especially not with how Slayer is still sliding against me. I let go, letting the pleasure wash over me. To keep myself from crying out, I suck a bruise onto her breast during my orgasm.

Slayer moans, and I can practically feel him spilling into Vanessa. The three of us are coming hard, and if we’d promised Vanessa pleasure, well… We’re delivering in droves.

Slayer is the first to pull out, and some of his cum trickles down her leg. She whimpers, and her head comes forward to rest on my shoulder. I don’t think for a moment that she means to, but it’s still a nice gesture. Breathing heavily, I pet her hair, stroking my fingers through the silky strands.

Slayer collapses on the couch next to us and wipes the sweat from his brow. “Fuck. Damn. Glad… Glad I came over.”

That reminds me of the circumstances of why he visited in the first place, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

“It… wasn’t bad,” I agree. “Vanessa enjoyed herself too.”

Vanessa doesn’t look up at me, but she doesn’t have to. I can practically feel the heat of her cheeks against my shoulder as she stays there, still impaled on my cock.

“Now, aren’t we good to you?” Slayer prompts, touching her shoulder.

She nods.

Slayer rolls his eyes. “Well, you’d think she’d be more grateful, but she’s probably had a long day.” Another moment, then he gets up, grabbing his boxers. “Ugh. I need to be at work early in the morning.”

The sex was good, but now that it’s over, I don’t particularly want Slayer to stay around for longer. I’m glad he agrees.

“You take care of things there. I’ll handle Giulio and the Romano situation,” I tell him.

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