Page 42 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

What will I say if she wakes and finds me in her room? I don’t have any kind of excuse except that I want to watch over her sleep. Maybe I want to do a little more than that. My cock hardens at the thought.

Lex and Zane don’t know I’m here either, though they must know I have the keys. It clearly isn’t something they’ve given any thought to, or they would have said something to me. While we’d always made sure to make things work with the three of us and Vani, it’s only natural that there was going to be a bit of jealousy when it came to her spending time with us.

This, however,thisis my time.

Even Vani doesn’t know about it.

I unlock the door and slip inside the room. Everything is dark and quiet. For a moment, I’m not even sure she’s in here, and a fresh surge of jealousy floods me at the possibility she might be with a guy who isn’t one of us. How the fuck would we handle that? With the guy losing his hand for ever daring to touch what is ours, for starters.

My eyes gradually get used to the low light, and I make out the shape of her in the bed.

I sat in the corner of the room before, content with just listening to her steady breathing as she slept, but I need to be nearer tonight.

She’s so peaceful asleep. Her long, thick lashes rest against her creamy cheek, and her plump lips are parted. I gently trail my finger across her lower lip, gathering the moisture on the tip. Then I bring it to my mouth and suck it onto my tongue.

She’s so innocent, asleep like this. It makes me want to believe her story that she is simply here looking for her half-sister. Surely, she can’t be a club whore?

Vani doesn’t stir at my touch, and it emboldens me. I lift a stray strand of hair from her face and smooth it back. Her hair is so soft, I want to bury my face in it.

Maybe I should be angrier with her accusations, but the fact is, I wasn’t involved. I wasn’t even there. I don’t know exactly what went down with either Zane or Lex. Not that I care. I’m here in the middle of the night when she doesn’t even know about it, so who am I to preach?

I slide down the sheets, revealing her bare shoulders, and then lower still, over the swell of her breasts. They’re barely restrained by some kind of white crop top, and even in the dark, her nipples are clearly marked out beneath. I can’t help but stare. Her tits are fucking incredible, like, the hottest I’ve ever seen. They’re so big, I want to smother myself in them, and if I were to suffocate, I’d die a happy man.

I cover one of her breasts with my palm and gently massage, feeling her nipple crinkle and harden beneath my touch. Vani takes a slightly deeper, longer breath, but she doesn’t wake. Removing my hand, I duck my head and cover her nipple with my mouth, the material of the crop top between her and my tongue. I suck it in, wetting it, and lightly bite.

My cock grows ever harder.

Fucking hell, I’m going to have to free myself before I come in my jeans. I straighten, admiring the wet spot I’ve created and how her nipple is now even harder and more visible through the material.

Working quietly, I take out my dick and fist it. The head is swollen and already shiny with precum.

I wish there was a way I could make sure she didn’t wake up while I fucked her. I picture myself sliding between those pretty thighs and nudging her pussy wide with my cock. Maybe she’d feel me enter her, but think it was part of a dream?

Testing my theory, I pull the sheet lower, revealing her stomach, and then?—

Fuck. I hold back a groan. While she might be sleeping in a crop top to keep her huge tits in place, she’s not wearing any panties. She’s lying on her back, and her legs are splayed. It’s as though she’s offering me access.

Did she know I was coming tonight? Another thought occurs to me, one I cling to. Did she know I was watching her last night, and so tonight she’s deliberately gone without her underwear as an invitation to me?

“Vani?” I whisper, trying to see if she stirs.

My hand is still wrapped around my length, and I masturbate slowly. Fuck, I want to be inside her.

I carefully slide my other hand between her thighs and run my finger up the cleft of her pussy. Even in sleep, she’s wet. If I climb between her legs, surely, she’ll wake. Then she’ll probably scream, and I don’t want that.

I slide a finger inside her. She whimpers and wriggles slightly, but she doesn’t wake. I hold it deep, not risking sliding it in and out of her, for fear of waking her. Instead, I imagine my finger is my cock and picture her grip around me as I masturbate.

I fuck my fist and position myself so the head of my cock is right next to her parted lips. The heat of her breath warms my already hot skin. It doesn’t take me long to experience that familiar tingling tightness deep in my balls. I clench my ass and thighs and whack my hand up and down my cock even faster.

I grit my teeth to hold back my yell of pleasure and slip my finger from her pussy just in time to catch most of my cum in my cupped hand. It prevents Vani getting a face full of cum, which definitely would have woken her, but also enables me to do something else.

I bring the milky pool to her lips. I dip my finger into it and then lightly paint the inside of her lower lip with it, and dribble some on her tongue. She lets out another whimper and licks her lips in her sleep, so I repeat the process, ensuring she licks most of my cum away in her sleep.

Satisfied, I put myself away and settle back in the chair.

CHAPTER 16

Vani

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