Page 16 of Viper

“Really, you want me to stop?” His tone is low and graveled, and I’m pretty sure I might die right here and now, in the broom closet.

“Yes,” I pant. “You should stop. Jo called. Some guy is following her around. She was going to talk to you about getting protection or something.”

He slides his finger in deeper. “She wants to talk to Ox, not me.”

I flex my hips toward him again and my breath catches. “So, what’s Ox’s contact info?”

He seems to like this torture. “Soon.”

I’m really trying hard to have this conversation, but his strong fingers are so deep inside of me that I’m not sure I’m going to make it.

The broom handle conks me in the head, but I ignore it in favor of Viper’s breathy tone in my ear. “Be a good girl and come for me. Then we’ll see about helping your friend.”

I know he’d help her anyway, but I love this game we play.

He slides his hand against my aching clit and holds me back against the cool brick wall.

The office is buzzing with life. Vet techs are in the back running test results, clients wait in rooms to be seen, and Mabel sits at the front desk checking folks in and answering calls. Of all the days to be locking myself in a closet to fuck my husband, this probably isn’t it.

I guess that makes it even hotter.

Tiny little moans escape my lips as he thrusts into me. “Come for me, little angel. I’ll give you a prize.”

Last night he fucked me out by the river behind his cabin. We decided to stay at his place after the wedding because it’s so much bigger than mine. That and the view from his place is nicer. While my place overlooked the forest, his vista showcases half the mountain range.

Anyway, last night we fucked out by the river, beneath the stars, and he made me beg for his cock.

I could come right now just thinking about it.

“Where’d you go, angel? Come back to me.” He thrusts into my pussy harder. “What are you thinking?”

I grind against his hand and pant for relief. “I was thinking about last night. How you had me begging for your dick. I liked that.”

He growls low under his breath. “Be a good girl and tell me you need my cock.”

My clit throbs. “I need it. I need your thick cock in my ass.”

“In your ass?” he growls. “Here? Good girl. Your prize’ll be good tonight.”

I stagger in a deep breath and ignore my pulsing clit as he pulls his fingers from inside of me over and over again, coating his cock with my juices. We had sex like this on our wedding night, but we had lube then. I’m not sure how we’ll make this work now.

When he’s transferred enough of me onto him, he bends me forward and slides two fingers into my ass, one at a time.

I jump back and shudder, covering my mouth so I don’t cause more of a scene than I’m already causing. Thankfully, dogs barking seem to hide a lot of the noise we’re making.

“Good girl. We’re almost there.” He works his fingers in and out for a minute before replacing them with the head of his dick.

I drag in a broken breath and reach between my legs, rubbing my slippery clit as he pumps in and out of my ass.

“Fuck…” His groan is deep and satisfied.

My pussy throbs at the sounds he makes, and though I’m crammed into a tiny corner with cleaning supplies surrounding me, I’ve never been happier.

“Good fucking girl, taking it in the ass.” He smacks my bottom and thrusts deeper.

I’m stretched so wide that the distance between pleasure and pain are narrowed into a thin line.

Just then, the doorknob shakes.

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