Page 114 of Viripotent

His huge paw swats the side of my thigh as his voice deepens with lust, chasing away my embarrassment.

“You’ll be here, chained up, waiting for me to fill you with my cum.”

Grinding harder into me, my climax builds, and I push back, meeting Vlad’s movements.

“It will drip out of your perfect pussy and race down your leg.”

His lips touch my nape as he leans over me and that deep voice rumbles through his chest into my back before it touches my ear.

“Imagine it, meelaya, you’ll be my personal whore to use. No one else’s. You want that, don’t you?”

Pushing me to the edge mentally, I scream my agreement, my head flies up, touching his shoulder from the force of the need building inside of me.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, Vlad.”

A warm palm gently cups my throat, stopping me falling back down and the coo leaving his sinful lips is filled with awe.

“Shh, it’s okay, malysh. Moya koroleva, finally being truthful.”

I whimper as he presses his soft lips into my shoulder and wait for my breathing to come back to normal. He’s wrecking me, each little thing he does is brutal and unforgiving, but I’ve never felt safer than when this side comes out. I fold forward as he presses more of his weight into me and the sound of water hitting the metal trough fills the stable.

It hasn’t been connected to the drainage yet and runs over the top, softening the hay under our feet. There’s a reason for his messiness because he shuts off the water when he’s happy with the amount that’s run over. I miss his body heat as soon as he stands, but he keeps me in place with a hand on my nape. His belt cracks from the force it’s ripped away and I’m eager again.

Expecting the devil to push into me, soft lips move across my ass, tracing the lines he left there. His tongue comes out, doing the same, and I’m too pent up to do anything other than moan. Tears spring to my eyes from the frustration of not being able to touch him. I love his body. It’s strong and warm, the heat proves he’s human, and he always smells amazing. But allI can see is my reflection in the trough below me and hay fills my sinuses. Stars replace my face in the rippling reflection as he licks through my slit, and I look between my ankles, expecting to see him kneeling for me. Obviously the neurotic prick would find a way around getting his stars dirty.

Widening my legs when he doesn’t push into me with his tongue has a crack landing on my stinging ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat and interrupt my meal.”

I can’t take the torture. His tongue is amazing, and I’d live a very happy life without his dick, but I need him to do more than light flicks. Begging without saying please, it wraps itself around his name alone.

“Vlad? I need you, lapackha.”

I’m rewarded, and he pushes his face harder against me, cutting off his own air and groaning into me. The vibrations have my eyes rolling back and then it’s gone.

Standing abruptly on alert, he pushes my head down in warning.

“Don’t you dare make a fucking noise.”

Nodding so he knows I’ll obey for once, I have to bite my lip to stop from screaming as he slams into me. We’re in the corner of the stall and the opening doesn’t mute the sounds of footsteps approaching. Pushing my head down into the water, the hand on my nape flexes, trying to pull me out. I can’t stop my moans and the water mutes them, at least to my own ears.

I don’t have time to prepare as I’m roughly pulled out and Vlad pushes further into me, so I’m hidden in the corner. Dima’s voice travels through the space and I want to escape back in the trough.

“Why are you mucking out an empty stable?” he asks as his steps stop on the other side of the wooden wall.

Vlad is unaffected and carries on a fucking conversation like his dick isn’t inside me.

“I was looking for Inessa.”

He digs his finger into my hip, trying to get me to stop as I flex my inner muscles around his dick. The bastard won’t fucking speak to anyone while I’m wrapped around his dick.

I get all of Vlad’s attention, no one else.

Any embarrassment over being seen in this position leaves with my anger. He’s a prick and if I have to be tormented so does he. Pushing my ass back into him as I work his dick from the inside, his rough bark pierces the air, making me smile.

“Get the fuck out!”

Squeezing him harder like the order was for me, the footsteps quickly retreat and the hand on my nape moves under my hair. He threads his fingers through my hair at my scalp and I’m pushed down into the water as he thrusts into me violently. The water flows over the edge, splashing against my shoes. He pulls me back up and I try to catch my breath. My head is filled with lustful fog, making his harsh voice soften.

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