Page 73 of The Vipers and Their Venom

I groan and stand on my tiptoes as my arms lace around his neck, wanting more, needing more. He grabs my ass and yanks me against him. Our kisses have become hungry, biting and uncoordinated.

I’m only wearing a little summer dress, and he makes short work of ridding me of my panties. Then his fingers are inside me, and I gasp and groan as he touches me in all the right ways.

He stops kissing me and lifts my chin again, holding my gaze. “Vani, are you going to be my little slut?”

I don’t break eye contact. This time, instead of being offended, my core tightens at his words, and I find myself nodding. “Yes.”

“Say it,” he commands.

“I’m going to be your little slut.”

“My favorite whore,” he says, his breathing ragged. “My dirty littleputain.”

“I’m your whore,” I tell him.

“Say it in French.Putain.”

I use the word in his language, repeating it to him. “Putain.”It feels naughty and forbidden on my tongue, and only serves to make me hotter.

His fingers push deeper. “Good girl.”

I let out a whimper.

He reaches down to the front of his jeans, flicks open the belt buckle, button, and zipper, and tugs them down his hips enough to free himself.

“Touch me,” he orders. “Run your hand all over my cock. Feel how hard it is. How much I want you.”

I do, taking him in my grip and sliding my hand up and down his length. It’s strange how he feels exactly like Lex, but he also doesn’t. His scent is different than Lex, and so is the way he speaks and the way he dresses. I’m getting to the stage where I can’t believe I ever struggled to tell them apart.

“Do you feel that ache between your legs?” he asks.

I nod against his mouth. “Yes, yes.”

“That’s because you didn’t let me inside you last time. You chose my brother instead. And now you’re grinding against me and humping me like a bitch in heat.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasp, though I’m not really.

“Should I let you ride my cock this time? But only if you beg.”

“Please, let me ride your cock.” I must be losing my damned mind. I actually think I am.

He smiles with pleasure. “Maybe my cock is too good for the likes of your cunt.”

“No, no, please,” I whimper. “I want it.”

“Is it bigger than my brother’s? Harder?”

“It’s so hard,” I groan as he thumbs my clit.

“I’m going to tear your pussy in two. No being gentle, got it? I’ll fuck you the way I want to fuck you.”

He lifts me off my feet and lays me down in the soft grass, with him positioned above me. His knees shove my thighs apart, and he reaches between us to grip the base of his cock and hold himself steady.

“So wet,” he growls. “You’re gushing for me, aren’t you, Venom? Your pussy is so greedy for me.”

The head of his cock nudges against my slit, and then he sinks his hips forward. There’s less resistance than I’d experienced with his brother, and it doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels fucking incredible.

He exhales a long breath of pleasure. “Fuck, your pussy was made for me.”

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