Page 46 of The Vipers' Vow

He nods.

Zane is huge, and he’s pierced. How will that feel inside me? But I’ve been wearing the plug for hours, and if I’m ever going to be ready for him, it’ll be now.

“Okay. You can take my ass. But be gentle.”

A wicked smile breaks across his face, and, instead of attempting to fuck me right away, he ducks down and covers my pussy with his mouth.

I groan and fall back, my hand over my face. His tongue is strong and thick, and he flicks my clit and then circles it, sending little sparks of arousal through me, and then moves lower to feast on my pussy. And feast, he does. He eats me like a ripe peach, like a man starving, and I’m so wet, I know I’ll be smeared all over his face.

Then he takes hold of the ruby tip of the plug and gently moves it in and out of my ass while he consumes my pussy. I know I’m going to come fast and hard, and I reach down to spear my fingers into the soft locks of his hair. Dear God, that feels insane. I let out a cry, but his hand flies up and covers my mouth.

Shit. I’d completely forgotten about my father’s men still patrolling. While I highly doubt they’d come into my room, if they hear me crying out, they might think I’m in trouble and rush in to save me. I imagine how badly that will go if they find me with Zane’s head between my legs, or, even worse, with his cock embedded in my ass.

Zane’s hand over my mouth, while he shoves his tongue inside my pussy and plays with the butt plug, turns me on even more. I never thought I’d be into butt-stuff, but I’m definitely a convert. All my muscles tense as my climb to orgasm creeps higher. I’m reaching for it, bracing myself for its onslaught.

Waves of climax suddenly break over me, and my back bows as I squeal muffled cries against his palm, my hot breath dampening his skin. My mind blurs as pleasure sweeps over me, again and again.

Finally, I come down, slumped against the mattress. I’m breathing hard, my heart racing. Fucking hell, that was intense, and we’re not even done yet.

Zane gives me a minute to recover, and then he reaches down to my ass and slides the plug out of my body. I feel like I’m stretched from having it in all day, and all my muscles are lovely and relaxed from my orgasm. Even so, the idea of taking Zane inside me that way is enough to make me tense.

He reaches off the side of the bed and snatches up his jeans. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a single-use packet of lube. Jesus, what's with these men carrying around packets of lube with them all the time? I like that they’re prepared, but surely this isn't normal behavior? Not that I mind right now—the thought of attempting what we're about to do without lube makes my eyes water.

Zane settles himself back between my legs and spreads my thighs as far as they'll go. Then he leans over me and grabs my pillow and shoves it beneath my ample hips, lifting me a good few inches.

He tears open the lube packet with his teeth and dribbles the clear liquid all over his cock. I’m fascinated, watching him touching himself like that. Fuck, it’s so hot. But it also reminds me of his size, and I’m genuinely not sure he’s going to fit. I’m also aware I have to be back on my bike in a few hours, and I might need a cushion to sit on. The thought has me giggling, and he arches a questioning eyebrow. I shake my head, telling him it’s nothing.

He applies some of the lube to his fingers and then touches it to my hole. All thoughts of laughing fall away as he works the lube around my tight ring and dips inside me.

He straightens again and shifts his hips to bring himself closer. He grabs my thighs, yanking me closer, so my feet hook around his hips. He wraps his hand around his cock to position himself and then bumps the head against my ass. I suck in a breath, trying not to tense and failing. He backs off for a second then pushes forward again, breaching my ring. The burning is intense, and I bite back a squeal and try to pull away, but he grabs my hip with one hand and pins me in place.

I shake my head. “Oh, God. Fuck, Zane. No, you’re too big. I can’t.”

He puts his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet, but all rational thought has left my head. All I can think about is the giant invasion into my ass, the way I’m stretching beyond all ability.

Breathe,he mouths at me.

But that’s easy for him to say. Especially as he edges himself deeper.

The pain, together with the cold of the piercing, the heat of his flesh, the slipperiness of the lube… it's an overwhelming combination of sensations. Zane combats the pain from the way he’s stretching me by thumbing my clit. He doesn’t try to get any deeper, but I know he’s barely got the head inside me. I love the way he's staring down at me with absolute hunger.

I prop myself up on my elbows to look down between my spread legs. He moves his thumb off my clit and his hand out of the way to allow me to see. Beyond the swollen pink wetness of my pussy is my stretched asshole and Zane's huge cock only just inside me. The head has been swallowed from view, the length ridged with veins, still visible. He’s so impossibly hard and thick, I'm worried he's going to destroy me.

I lift my gaze back to his, and he gives me a tiny nod, telling me he’s going deeper.

And he does, sliding the length of his cock deeper inside my ass.

“Oh, God,” I cry out. “Oh, fuck.”

I fall back against the mattress again. No, I can’t do it. He’s too big. The burn increases, and the sting brings forth sudden panic inside me. I'm not going to be able to do this—it's all too much.

“No, Zane, please…Oh, God. Oh, God.”

I'm being too loud. My father’s men will hear me.

Zane grabs my dirty panties and shoves them into my mouth. I can taste myself on them.

He pauses for one moment and cocks a brow as if to say, if you really want to stop, I will, or maybe I’m imagining that’s what he means. I say nothing because I do want to stop, but I also don’t.

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