Page 22 of Quadruplets for the Vipers

“You keep going like that and I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back,” he warns.

I’m tempted not to stop, but I don’t want this to end, not yet. I draw back, moving to straddle him, but Axel has other ideas. In one deft, strong motion, he flips me over so he’s on top and I’m now sitting on the couch under him. He takes his time, kissing me before moving to tease my nipples, biting and sucking and sending ripples of pleasure through my body. He moves down, caressing every inch of my skin. I come alive with his touch, every nerve ending is alight, and the smallest caress feels incredible.

His fingers trace my thighs, and I part my legs, aching for his touch. When he finally runs his fingers against my slitthrough my panties, I’m wetter than ever. He strokes my clit, and I moan as he pushes my panties aside, slipping a finger between my folds. He moves with expert precision, alternating his strokes in time with my body.

I don’t try to stop him when he buries his face between my legs. All the negative memories and insecurities are forgotten as I lose myself in pleasure. His tongue circles my clit as his fingers glide inside my wetness.

“You taste fucking incredible,” he growls.

His tongue flicks against my clit, changing the speed and rotation, flicking and sucking as he fucks me with his hand. I can feel the pressure building inside of me, aching for release. Each time he brings me close, he pulls back, teasing me in the most tantalizing way. I moan and writhe, arching my back, pushing my hips up, and burying my hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

He thrusts his fingers in deep, hitting my G-spot as he licks and sucks my clit, faster and faster. My orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out. He holds me firm, snaking an arm around my waist to keep me in place as he continues bringing wave after wave of pleasure as I climax.

But we’re not done yet. I want more. Need more.

“Fuck me,” I demand.

“Not here,” he replies, scooping me up and carrying me up the stairs.

We pause at the top, and he presses me up against the wall, kissing me possessively. I can taste myself, and it’s so unbelievably naughty that I find myself not wanting to wait a second longer.

“Fuck me here, don’t you dare take another step,” I command breathily.

There’s a rumble of arousal from his chest, an almost animalistic sound in the back of his throat as he gives in to his desire. He tears the flimsy material of my panties, ripping them off and discarding them. I’m so wet and ready for him that he’s able to thrust inside me in one motion, despite his impressive girth. He fills me completely and I find myself cumming almost immediately but I’m still begging for more as he fucks me hard against the wall, holding me up as if I weigh nothing.

“Fuck, Leah,” he growls.

It’s passionate, sweaty, and we’re both hungry for more as we fuck like animals. I’ve never felt this aching need, this desperation for someone, this reckless abandon. I’m able to completely forget everything and just focus on the moment.

I’m screaming out as he thrusts hard and fast, my breasts bouncing against his chest. Already, I can feel the orgasm, a continuation of the last.

“Fuck yes, Axel!”

We change positions, and all plans of making it to the bedroom are lost as we completely give in and lose control. I move to all fours, and he takes me from behind, the new angle even deeper and fuller. It takes me a moment to adjust, and Axel instinctively knows without me saying anything. He’s still inside me, allowing my body to expand and accommodate him before he begins to move.

Soon, he’s fucking me hard and fast again. The sheer naughtiness of being fucked like this in the corridor turns me on even more. He reaches around to tease my clit with one hand. Ifeel senseless with pleasure. I’ve never had sex like this before. Never let go so fully. Nor cared so little about my body or if I was doing something wrong. It’s clear he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“I’m gonna cum again,” I cry as I feel the climax building inside me. “Cum with me!” I demand.

“Oh god, you’re fucking incredible, Leah,” he groans as we climax simultaneously.

Panting and spent, a niggle of worry enters my mind. Will it be awkward now we’re out of the throes of passion?

Axel stands up, “Come on,” he says, holding out a hand and helping me up. “Let’s try to make it to the bedroom this time.”

“The bedroom?” I ask, confused.

“You didn’t think we’re finished, did you?” he asks before wickedly adding, “I want to take my time with you now.”

I allow him to lead me into my bedroom and lie me down on the bed. True to his word, the next time is slower, more tender, but just as passionate. When we’re finally finished, neither of us able to continue, both fully spent, I lie with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as we chat about everything and nothing until we both fall asleep.

Chapter 12

Axel

An unnatural, unexpected sound wakes me suddenly, pulling me into abrupt consciousness, my nerves on high alert. The pitch-black room is silent and still. I can hear Leah’s slow, steady breath as she sleeps soundly beside me. It’s quiet. Just a dream. It’s not uncommon for the smallest of sounds to wake me, especially in a new environment, yet my instincts tell me to trust my body. Something is not right.

Careful not to disturb Leah, I slip out of bed and throw on some pants. The street outside is still, the streetlights illuminating the empty road. The bar is closed up as it should be.

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