Page 66 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

Rising from the bed, I go to the bedstand and rifle through the drawers. Sure enough, she has a vibrator, though I’m disappointed at its size. I’d been hoping for a monster like Zane used on her, but instead she has a small green one that doesn’t even look like a cock. I leave it where it is, for the moment. I locate a bottle of lube, unclip the cap, and add some to myfingers. I know the lube will be cold, so I don’t put it directly on her.

Then I return to my position on the bed and refocus on her hole.

Is she still sore from Lex’s cock being up there? Still stretched? Will that make things easier for me?

“That’s it,” I murmur to her. “Be my little ass slut.”

I slide a lubed finger inside her ass, and she lets out a breathy sigh and squirms. Fuck, that’s hot. My cock is insanely hard, and I use my other hand to free myself. I’m thick and heavy and hard, and I so desperately want to fuck her.

I kneel on the bed, straddling her, but making sure I keep my weight off her legs. I let go of my cock and slide my hand underneath her body to apply pressure to her clit. She rolls her hips into my hand and lets out a moan of pleasure. Can I make her climax in her sleep? I rub her a little faster, and she whimpers and sighs and presses down into my hand. Carefully, I finger her ass, and it only takes seconds for her breathing to rachet up another level. Her inner muscles clench around me, and she twists her head one way and then the next, her dark hair spread across the pillow and partially covering her face. Her eyes are still shut, but now her lips are parted, and her tongue sneaks out to wet them. She mutters something incomprehensible, and I wonder if I should stop, but I know I can’t.

If she weren’t trashed, I’d never dare to do this, but she’s so drunk she won’t likely wake up. Fuck, I’m falling down such a dark hole but can’t seem to stop these nocturnal visits.

Slipping my finger from her ass, but still working her clit, I grab my cock again and position the head at her asshole. I press in, just a tiny amount. She stretches around me, her ass gripping the head of my cock. Fuck, she feels incredible. I keep working her clit as I masturbate, doing my best not to penetrate her any further for fear of disturbing her.

The whole time, I watch her face and listen to her breathing, making sure she doesn’t wake up.

Her breathing grows more ragged, and she moves her hips in her sleep, trying to fuck me back. I wonder what she’s seeing in her dreams. Am I involved?

My pleasure builds, and I let out a shaky breath. I’d give anything to drive deep, to embed all eight inches of my cock in her ass, right up to my balls. It would hurt her, though, and I know she’d wake up for sure. I almost want to experience the chaos that would happen upon her waking to finding me fucking her ass, but the tiny part of me that’s sensible holds back.

My hand moves faster, working my length. I’m like granite in my fist. The muscles of my thighs and ass are locked in place, my focus intense. I’m so close to coming, I feel it building. I edge forward just a tiny bit more, and, in her sleep, Vani cries out. Her hips buck, and her fingers curl in the blanket. A gush of hot fluid coats my hand that’s still beneath her, and I take it as my signal to give in.

My climax spills from my balls, racing up my spine and out of my cock. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I almost collapse on top of her, but somehow I manage to hold my dick in place so I come with my cockhead pressed just inside her ass. Milky cum spurts from where her tight ring meets my head, so I know I haven’t filled her up entirely. I wonder if she’ll notice, or will she just blame it on some of Lex’s still residing inside her? Maybe I can use my mouth and suck it out of her like venom from a snake bite?

Perhaps not.

I put myself away and go to the bathroom. I get a warm washcloth and return to the bed to very gently clean her up, then I put her underwear back in place. Finally, I pick up a soft, handknitted throw that’s hung over the back of a chair and cover her beautiful body with it.

“Thank you, beautiful girl,” I whisper to her.

I love these moments, when it’s just the two of us. They’re something special.

Suddenly exhausted, I slump down into the chair that has been my bed for several nights already this week. It’s not comfortable, but it’ll do. I’ll sleep better here, watching over her and knowing she’s safe, than I will alone in my bed.

My eyes slip shut, and my chin hits my chest. My thoughts drift, scattering in the way they do right before sleep, where I’m unsure what is real and what is a dream…

I snap awake again.

Like a guard dog, I’m aware something has changed. Is it Vani? Did she wake?

But she’s in the same position she was when I drifted off, her breathing still deep and even. Something disturbed me, though. I check the rest of the room. We’re alone. No one has entered while I was dozing. Something’s not right. My skin prickles with the awareness of it, and my ears strain, trying to catch anything that’s unusual.

Slowly, I get to my feet, taking in the room in more detail, and pause.

On the floor, right next to the door, is a folded piece of paper.

I narrow my eyes. I’m sure that hadn’t been there when I’d entered. The door opening would have swept it from its current position.

Has someone just put the paper under the door?

I march over and scoop it up and unfold the piece of paper. I’m not sure what I’m expecting—maybe a message from one of Vani’s friends telling her to meet them somewhere, though I have no idea why they hadn’t just sent her a text. Besides, it’s past two in the morning now. Why would anyone think she’s still awake?

I glance down at the paper, skimming my eyes across it.

Should have died in the crash – bitch!!!

Every inch of my body goes rigid. What the actual fuck? Someone wrote this to her, and, from the look of the handwriting, which is in capital letters and scrawled hard on the paper, they meant it, too.

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