Page 37 of The Vipers and Their Venom

Her nipples are incredible, the puffiest I’ve ever seen, and I want to spend hours sucking them. I want to suck them while she sleeps. Just lie next to her, feasting on her all fucking night. Maybe I’ll stick my dick in her and let her keep it warm all night while I suck her tits. One day soon, she’ll let us in her pussy. She’s already come twice, and we’re not even trying.

I squeeze her tits closer together and relish their warmth and softness as I slide through them. Jesus, she was made for a tit job.

I flick my thumbs over her nipples, and when she gasps and her pupils widen, I do it again, and again.

“You like that, huh? These nipples aren’t just big, are they? They’re responsive too.” I glance at Lex. “Think we can make her come just from nipple torture alone?”

“Torture?” she squeaks.

I laugh, flicking harder and faster, and she moans. Her hand drifts down, and Lex chuckles. “You’ve already come twice,” he says, “and yet you’re dying to go off a third time, aren’t you?”

She whimpers as her tongue darts out to lick my head again. Fuck, that feels so good, and it looks incredibly hot, too.

“Why don’t you?” Lex asks. “Show me and Zane how you play with your pretty little pussy.”

She shakes her head.

I narrow my eyes. “Listen, pretty little slut, for tonight, in this room, you’re ours, and if Lex asks you nicely to play with yourself, you do it.” Then I lean in close so only she can hear. “I know you want to. I know you like it. I know what a dirty whore you are, and that you want even more. I saw you staring at Zane’s fat cock. Bet you can’t wait to have it inside you. Isee you.”

I stare at her hard as I pull away, and she stares right back. Her eyes are glassy, and the tears are ready to fall.

“Play with that fucking fat pussy,” I order.

I lift my hips, so she can reach underneath me, and between her thighs.

She closes her eyes as a tear rolls down her face. That won’t do.

“Open your eyes,” I command.

She does as I say, and I see what I want—what I need—the conflict. The anger. The desire. The good girl who is being degraded and fights it even though part of her loves it. It won’t go too far, not tonight, and Lex will make it all better. He’ll make it so she’ll come back for more.

“Flick your clit, baby,” Lex purrs. “Yes, like that, so pretty.”

I can’t see what she’s doing, but her lips part, and her breathing increases. She forgets to lick the tip of my dick, but she’s moaning and panting so prettily I don’t mind. I play with her incredible nipples while she works herself to a third orgasm, and when her eyes widen, and one perfect tear rolls down her cheek as she loses it, hot cum spurts up through my cock, and I cover her pretty face with milky ribbons.

I lean back, breathing heavily, and admire my handiwork. “Perfect. You’re our perfect cum-covered little slut,” I say with relish.

Nom de Dieu, I want to paint her. She’s incredible. My fingers are itching to grab my brush and paints and go to work. I need a photo of her, though, or even better, to have her pose for me, and no way she’s ready for that yet. Can I paint her from memory alone? I think she’s that hooked in my brain already that maybe I could.

I stare at her, committing as much of her as I can to my mind. Noting the way she has a few freckles on her nose and chest, which is endearing as fuck. Those heavy tits, and her nipples, soft now but still so succulent, and her flushed skin. Luxuriant hair, pouty mouth. It’s her eyes, though, that really get me. I wish I knew what she was thinking, but she’s an enigma.

Suddenly aware I’m gawping at her as if she’s the goddess and I’m the slut at her feet, I paste a sneer on my face. I stand and step away from her, putting myself away.

“You can get dressed now.”

Her cheeks burn with twin flames of heat and anger.

“Want to watch the game?” I ask Zane.

He shrugs and walks over to the couch.

Lex, as I knew he would, stands and approaches her. “We have a bathroom where you can get cleaned up if you like. Then I’ll walk you back.”

He does the aftercare bit. But what she doesn’t know is that it’s his thing. He fucking loves it. He doesn’t do it because he’s kind, but because it makes him come.

I sit on the couch, and Zane takes a seat by me as we turn the old TV on. I ignore our Venom, and it’s harder than it usually is. Normally, at this point, the girls are nothing to me, but this time, I’m having to force myself not to look back at her. Even though I’ve just come, I’m dying to touch her again. Dying to look ather and drink her in. Instead, I keep my focus on the game and resolutely don’t allow my head to turn.

Only when Lex takes her by the hand and leads her out of the room do my shoulders relax.

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