Page 21 of The Vipers' Vow

I yank Vani’s panties down, then unbutton my pants. Before losing them completely, I slip the gift I’ve brought her, together with a little packet of lube, out of my back pocket, and cup it in my palm.

I plan to surprise her.

With my other hand, I free my cock and stroke it a couple of times. I grow even harder at my touch, and precum leaks from the slit. I’m imagining her tight pussy clamped around my length. I crawl between her thighs and grab her hip, pinning her in place. Her skin is so soft, and I trace my thumb over a tattoo of a rose.

“Beautiful.”

I use my grip on my cock to rub the head against her pussy. She’s so wet and hot, it takes all my control not to sink deep inside her. She moans and lifts her hips, trying to make me breach her, but I pull back slightly.

“Not yet,ma petite pute.” My little whore. I just can’t help myself.

“Saint,” she protests.

I edge back and flip her over as if she weighs nothing. She lets out a breathy little gasp.

“On your hands and knees at the edge of the bed,” I order.

The loss of the view of her luscious tits is upsetting, but now I have her perfect ass in my vision. I slap it hard, watching her flesh jiggle. I do it again, and again. Vani cries out with each smack, the sounds going straight to my dick, but she doesn’t tell me to stop or try to get away.

Perfect red fingerprints cover one peachy cheek, and I smile to myself. Fuck, I’m crazy about this girl. Head over heels. Utterly obsessed.

I line my cock up with her swollen, wet pussy once more.

“You always need me, don’t you, Venom? Huh? You were made for me. Molded from soft, tender flesh to be my perfect toy.Jouet parfait.”

Her fingers curl into the bedding. “Please, Saint. Fuck me. I need you.”

I smile to myself as I slowly, oh-so-slowly, push inside her. I know we don’t have a lot of time, but I’ll be damned if I rush this exquisite moment. I grab a handful of her hair, firmly, the way she likes it, and wrap it around my fingers. I pull hard enough to make her yelp and then lean forward and bite down on her creamy shoulder as I bottom out inside her.

Vani cries out. “Oh, God, yes.”

“I want you to feel me the entire time you’re away with him,” I say. I’m not normally jealous of my brother-by-another-mother being with any woman we’re playing with, but Vani is different. I love sharing her, but I also love having her as mine. The way she is when I sneak into her room and worship her in the quiet and the dark. She’s the thing I degrade, but she’s also the thing I worship.

My perfect mix of profane and holy. My fucking downfall, if my worst fears come true. This girl could tear us all apart.

I set a fast pace, thrusting in and out of her, loving watching the way her pussy lips obscenely grip my length. She is so swollen and fucking ripe for me, it makes me want to beat my chest and roar as I screw her.

The girl needs to be nicely loosened up for my gift, so I reach around her body and rub her clit, pinching it. Soon she’s mindless, writhing back against me, rubbing her ass up to my stomach but also pushing her pussy into my palm. She’s lost any rhythm, and I know she’s about to come. I grit my teeth to hold off my own orgasm as she loses it and screams as she convulses around my cock. Fuck me,merde, she’s making me lightheaded.

With superhuman will, I fight off my own orgasm, and as she comes down, I pour the lube right over her pulsing asshole. It drizzles across the tight ring of muscle, and I work my finger inside. Because she’s just come, this sets her off all over again, and she moans, backing against me, her ass gripping me and pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. It’s tempting me to pull out of her pussy and shove my cock in her ass, but that’s not my plan.

I have something much more diabolical in mind for my pretty, precious whore than a quick ass fuck, as incredible as that would be.

Smirking, I take the toy in my palm and line the cold, hard metal up against her hole. I push it in, watching her ass widen around the broadest part, and then narrow again as the jeweled stopper sits in place. Vani gasps. Her head drops down and her fingers grip the sheets even tighter.

“What the fuck, Saint?” she demands.

“It’s a little present for you. A toy.”

“God,” she moans, and the sound is so broken and helpless that I almost come inside her.

For a beat, I stop everything and just breathe through the urge to empty myself into her. I need to come inside her with her exploding around me all over again.

Finally, I have the toy seated deep inside her ass, and I take a moment to admire it. The base is flared and is tipped with a ruby. It cost me a fucking fortune, but it’s worth every single penny. “It makes your ass look like a work of art. I’d love to paint you like this.”

Greedily, I watch her clenching hole as I work it in and out of her, and then I start to fuck her again, using my free hand to play with her engorged clit. She’s so slippery and wet and horny for this. I’ve finally found a woman with appetites to match my own, and while I might like to degrade her in the bedroom, I respect her for owning her needs and desires.

The fact she’s as greedy for this as I am is a huge plus in my eyes. Yet she also likes to be told what a dirty little slut she is for enjoying these things, and who am I to disappoint?

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