Page 31 of Merciless Queen

After another moment, she shifts her legs, placing one on either side of my left one, and lowers her hips until I feel it. Her wet cunt rubbing like a cat along me. She hums with my cock down her throat, the sound vibrating straight to my balls, sanity, and the shred of brain power I manage to cling to through all this.

Her lips grant me momentary relief when she pulls off me to murmur, “All from you, Zeno. That’s how you make me feel.”

I shouldn’t enjoy that statement as much as I do. Just like I shouldn’t fall victim to her mouth when she swallows me again, pumping her hands in time with her sucking until heat builds in the base of my spine, and a blissful mixture of tenseness and relaxation wires my nerves.

My arms jerk in their bounds, desperate to touch her. To shove her head down, like she did to me. To keep her there and ensure she never lets up. Not until my cum is painting the inside of her throat, and even then.

Her tongue swirls my head and white spots decorate over my eyes. I’m getting close…

Her hips rock against my leg and instead of remaining still, I find myself moving however I can. Just another tick to add into the betrayal column. After this, after I repent, I anticipate her death being the ultimate act to resolve me of all this.

Just part of the plan,I tell myself, as my orgasm builds. As if she read my body language, she sucks harder, until a bliss consumes me and?—

She releases me with apop, a snarky grin that’s way too sexy, and slides up my body.

“Puttana,”I curse, thankful she wouldn’t understand the Italian word ofbitch.

She walks her hands up my chest, playfully pouting before flicking a thumb along my bottom lip. “Now, now, that sounded too angry for what you’re about to receive.”

“Please,” I beg, hating every syllable of that word.Ishouldn’t be the one begging today.

Vanessa smiles gently. Too soft, it seems way too kind for someone of her DNA. “Trust me,” she whispers. “I have somewhere better for you to come.”

She reaches over and grabs the condom from beside us, after earlier taking it from the bedside table drawer. With her teeth, she quickly rips the condom package open and expertly rolls it down my length.

She readjusts again until her cunt hovers over my cock and—oh!Warmth better than even her mouth envelops me as she sinks down, taking me inside her inch by inch. Every one of my nerves tenses at the same time, my body doing a full convulsion while my hands form tight fists, for oncehatingbeing tied up. For the first time ever, being tempted to call out my safe word, only so she can unfasten me and I can touch her.

She’s so fucking tight. So warm. So per—I shut the thought down as soon as it formulates, thankful that it truly is my final thought because she’s now taken three inches inside her.

“Fuck,” I groan, biting my tongue before her name—a reverence at this point—slips out and she realizes I know precisely who she is. Being tied up isn’t the most ideal of times to have a weapon pulled on me. It’ll be a fight I’d likely lose. For my own life and the job I agreed to take on—her assassination—I resist.

She groans low and drawn-out, a Russian term slipping out of her pouty lips, spoken softer than any I’ve heard in my time in her country. “You feel fucking amazing, Zeno.”

She takes me deeper, to the point I’m almost buried all the way inside her. She’s wet and with little effort and a couple small thrusts, is able to easily slide the rest of the way down my length. Her hands clutch my abs for balance and it’s now when I realize precisely how I’ve fucked up.

She drives down, thankfully breaking the train my thoughts were quickly about to crash on. Then she lifts up and down again, and I stop everything. Thinking, feeling…anything other than her.

The feel of her tight core clenching around my cock.

The sound of her breathy moans filling the room.

The scent of her poison, doing exactly what it’s meant to—robbing me of my senses.

And the sight of her. The way her pussy is moving over my length. The image of me sliding in and out of her. Her blissful expression as every bounce ends with a sharp sigh, a relieved breath, and lips parting.

Her nails curl into my abs, pulling my gaze up to her face, but she knowingly smirks. “Seeing how well you fit inside me? How this perfect cock of yours is filling me?”

Vanessa reaches a hand down between us and circles her swollen clit with two fingers, her thrusts not slowing the slightest. She rubs herself, her nails sliding against the base of my cock every time she lifts.

She hums in agreement and murmurs, “Oh, yes. You feel so fucking fantastic, Zeno. I might be unable to let you go after this.”

Words spoken to all her marks, no doubt. She is the Pakhan, after all, and knows how to play people. A fact I need to start recalling now that she and I are nearing the end.

She stops touching herself to instead arch backwards, positioning her hands behind her on my thighs. The new angle makes her tighter, my cock coming dangerously close to release.

Her head tosses back and she completely takes over then, wanton in her moans and motions, her thrusts quickening until she’s practically shaking on me. Her quivers increase until suddenly subsiding and she goes absolutely still, her orgasmic cry echoing through the room and likely beyond as her pussy gets unbelievably tight around me.

Wetness drenches me from between her thighs and I can’t look away from her pussy pulsating around my cock, her angle doing me a great service. She comes down slowly, her pants subsiding as she sits up and starts rocking on me.

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