Page 25 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

“That’s not my hair, Lex,” she says.

I clear my throat. “Sorry.” But I edge closer, bend my knees, and press my cock up against her ass. She’s warm and soft and wet…and she doesn’t move away.

“Still not my hair.” There’s a new huskiness to her tone.

I drop my face to her shoulder and kiss her skin. She’s everything I could ever want. “I’m aware of that.”

I slip my arms around her body to cup her breasts. I weigh them in my hands and brush my thumbs across both nipples, loving how sensitive they are to my touch.

She lets out a moan. “Lex?—”

“I know,” I tease her. “Not your hair either.”

I pinch and pull her large nipples into peaks, all the while grinding my cock against her ass. She pushes back on me, and one of her hands covers mine. She grabs it and guides it down between her thighs.

“You’re sure?” I ask her. “You’re not too banged up?”

“Lex, you need to stop talking before I kick you out of here. Now, hurry up and finger me.”

I don’t need any more encouragement. I part her with my fingers and push inside. My cock hardens even more, and I’m lost to her. My tongue and lips on her skin. My hand on her breast. My chest flush against her back. My fingers inside her. My cock sliding between the wet cleft of her buttocks.

I’m consumed by her.

“Fuck, Vani, I want to be inside you.”

She nods. “Yes, do it. Fuck me. I want you.”

I feel like she wants to add, ‘do it before I change my mind,’ but she doesn’t. I slip my fingers from her body and wrap my hand around my cock instead.

I drop a little lower, and she braces herself with her good arm against the wall of the shower stall and pushes that incredible ass out toward me. She steps her feet apart to give me access. The shaven swell of her pussy lips is visible now, and even under the shower water, it’s clear she’s glistening wet.

While she might claim she hates us and doesn’t trust us, her body says differently.

Still fisting myself, I press the head of my cock against her pussy. She stretches around me, and I slip inside.

I drop my forehead to her back. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re so tight for me.”

I drive deeper, until I’m jammed deep inside her. I pause, giving her body time to adjust to me and relishing the sensation of her pussy clamping around my cock.

“Tell me what Zane did to you while you were waiting for us,” I tell her. “Describe it to me in detail.”

She hesitates at first. “He started kissing me…”

“And then what?” I encourage, as I pull halfway out then slam into her again.

“And then he put his thigh between my legs and grabbed my ass.”

I slide out and fuck her again. “Then what?”

Her voice becomes breathy. “It turned me on, and he kept rubbing me until I came. My panties were soaked.”

“You came while you were grinding up against him, like a horny little teenager.” I reach around her body to rub her clit. It’s swollen and jutting from her body, and from the sounds she makes, it’s clearly sensitive.

“Yes,” she squeaks.

“And when did you suck Zane’s cock?”

“After,” she gasps. “He pushed me to my knees and took out his dick and shoved it into my mouth. He’s so big, I couldn’t breathe, but he held me by the hair and fucked my face. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, and still he kept going.”

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