Page 115 of Daddy Sees Snakes

I know I'm playing with fire, goading this dangerous man.

But god help me, I want to be consumed by his flames.

I want him to burn away every last shred of my self-control, until nothing remains but desperation.

Until I'm writhing against his sheets, begging for the sweet relief only he can provide.

The very air seems to shimmer between us, heavy with expectation.

With a baited breath, I wait for Viper to make his move, to cross that final line into uncharted territory.

And then he does.

In one fluid motion, Viper hauls me up against his hard body, crushing his lips to mine in a brutal, claiming kiss.

I moan into his mouth, my knees nearly buckling at the onslaught of sensation.

His tongue demands entrance and I grant it eagerly, the slick slide against my own sending licks of heat straight to my core.

Large hands grip my hips possessively, pressing me into the thick ridge of his erection.

"This what you want, baby girl?" he growls against my throat, nipping sharply at the tender skin. "Want me to fuck this tight little pussy 'til you scream? Wring every last drop of pleasure from this sexy body?"

"God, yes," I gasp, rocking shamelessly against him, chasing the delicious friction. "Please, Viper...need you so bad..."

With a muttered curse, he spins me around and bends me over the arm of the couch. Cool air washes over my heated skin as he rucks up my skirt, exposing my thong-clad ass.

Viper's palm cracks across one cheek, the burst of pain only stoking my arousal higher.

I cry out, arching wantonly into his touch, silently begging for more.

He answers with another stinging swat, then soothes the sting with a deliberately slow caress. "So fucking perfect," he rasps, hooking his fingers in my skimpy panties and tearing them away. "Gonna ruin you for anyone else, Iris. Mark this sweet cunt as mine."

The filthy promise in his words sets me aflame, has me dripping with need.

I spread my thighs shamelessly in invitation, baring my most intimate places to his penetrating stare.

"Yours," I agree mindlessly, too far gone to care about the consequences. "All yours, Viper. Just fucking take me already!"

He notches the broad head of his cock against my entrance, teasing me with the barest hint of pressure.

I whimper in protest, trying to push back onto his thick length, but he holds me firmly in place.

"Beg me for it," Viper commands, his voice rough with barely leashed control. "Wanna hear how much you need my dick splitting you open. Beg me like the whore you are."

"Please," I sob brokenly, dignity long since abandoned. "Please fuck me, Viper. I'm aching for you, so empty...Fill me up, make me forget my own name. Fuck me 'til the only thing I can remember is how good you feel inside me!"

With a harsh groan, he thrusts forward, impaling me on his rigid shaft in one powerful stroke.

I scream at the sudden intrusion, eyes rolling back at the exquisite mix of pleasure-pain.

Viper sets a relentless pace, pounding into me with deep, jabbing thrusts that seem to reach my very soul.

The obscene slap of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with our ragged pants and moans.

"Take it," he snarls savagely, punctuating each word with a brutal snap of his hips. "Fuckin' take my cock like you were made for it. This greedy little hole was meant to be stuffed full of me."

I can only whimper in mindless agreement, lost to the hot drag of his thickness against my fluttering walls.

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