Page 45 of The Vipers' Vow

“You’re insane,” is the first thing I say.

He writes on his phone once he’s standing straight.There are men outside patrolling, but then haven’t been around the back for the fifteen minutes that I was watching. This was the safer bet.

“It’s still really risky,” I say.

He writes again.I like danger. It only adds to the fun.

I laugh, and he smiles back at me, and it’s so beautiful my heart cracks a little more.

We stare at each other for a moment, aware of what’s about to happen, and then we both move at the same time. We’re like two magnets, and our bodies crash together. All the tension that’s been buzzing around us since we arrived at the club has acted like an aphrodisiac—not that we need any help on that front.

Zane scoops me against him and covers my mouth with his. Our tongues tangle, and our noses bump. We’re hungry for one another, and I find myself inhaling his increasingly rapid exhales. I yank at his t-shirt, and he does the same to mine. He quickly reaches behind my back to rid me of my bra. We both want to feel skin on skin. I can’t get enough of the sheer size of him, like a wall of muscle. I want to skirt my palms over every inch, to marvel over his beauty.

Zane is looking at me the same way I'm looking at him. Like he somehow thinks I’m perfect and he can't believe I'm his. I'm still not sure what I've done to warrant the attention of three gorgeous men, but I'm totally here for it. That Zane walked into a room full of bikers, who could easily have turned on him, makes me understand how fearless he is. That he's done this when he can't even speak to defend himself, blows my mind. When I first saw him and was attracted to him, I never thought I’d admire him too, but I do.

He yanks at the button and zipper of my leather pants and drags them down my thighs. It’s clear he wants to get me naked as quickly as possible. He leaves me in only my lacy black panties and then scoops me up and throws me on the bed.

I have a surprise for him, and I wonder how he’s going to react to what Saint has had me wear all day.

Zane rids himself of his jeans. He’s not wearing underwear, so his beast of a cock is exposed. It juts out, already erect, thick and heavy. My mouth waters, and I want to taste him. I want to run my tongue around his piercing and take him to the back of my throat.

He kneels on the bed, and I get myself to all fours and crawl to him.

“Can I suck your cock, Daddy?” I say, deliberately playing it sweet and innocent, fluttering my eyelashes up at him. “I need to taste you.”

I’m aroused and even more conscious of the plug still embedded in my ass. He’s going to go feral when he sees it. I can’t wait, but I’m also a little nervous.

His eyes darken, and a muscle in his jaw clenches. He fists his erection, even his large hand failing to make his cock seem smaller. He rises slightly on his haunches, and it’s as though he’s offering his dick to me.

A smile plays on my lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I part my lips and let my tongue sneak out and lap at the head, tasting the saltiness of his precum and playing with his piercing with the tip of my tongue. Then I slide my lips over the head and pray my jaw isn’t going to dislocate. My mouth is so full, but I keep going, suppressing my gag reflex by breathing through my nose as best I can. He hits the back of my throat, and I groan around him, letting him feel the vibrations. My eyes water, and I pull back slightly, the friction of his length grazing against my lips.

I drop my gaze to focus on what I’m doing, but he grabs my chin with his other hand and forces my line of sight up so our eyes meet once more. It’s important to him—this connection. When he can’t communicate using his voice, eye contact and body language mean everything.

I hollow my cheeks, giving him all I’ve got, wanting to make him need me more than ever. I want him to never even think about getting a blowjob from another girl. My pussy tingles and heats, and I clamp my thighs together, wanting more and knowing it’s coming. I didn’t think it possible for Zane’s cock to grow any bigger, but I’m sure it lengthens and hardens further inside my mouth.

His hand on my shoulder halts me, and he gives a quick shake of his head. He’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. The muscles of his thick thighs are bunched beneath my hands, and his six-pack is tensed. I understand what he’s telling me—that he’s going to come if I keep going, and we both want more.

I keep my gaze on his and slowly slide my lips back up his length, allowing his cock to pop from my mouth. A dribble of saliva and pre-cum still connects us, and I bob back down to lap it up, loving how it has him sucking in another breath.

He grits his teeth at me then flips me around, so I’m facing away from him. God, this man can toss me around like a ragdoll, and I love every second of it. I also know he’s going to remove my panties, and then he’ll find what Saint has left, and I’m giddy with anticipation. It’s like Christmas morning.

I’m on all fours, and he hooks his fingers into the sides of the black lace panties and rolls the material down my thighs.

Then he pauses, and his fingers dig into my thighs, hard enough to be painful.

He’s seen it.

The air is trapped in my lungs, and I hold still, wondering what his next move is going to be. Will he play with it?

Instead, he flips me back over so he can see my face and grabs his phone. Quickly he types,You had that in all day?

I bite my lower lip. “You can thank Saint.”

His eyes narrow, and he pushes me onto my back and yanks my legs apart. He reaches between them and runs his fingers across the plug then gestures to himself and nods down at his cock. He taps the plug again.

“You want to fuck me there?” I ask, my stomach bubbling with nerves.

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