Page 117 of Viripotent

Not responding to my deadly tone like a normal person, she gets wetter. Her cunt dripping and trying to make me forget.

My fingers leave her mouth with a wet pop, and I push against her clit with the digits. There’s no movement, only pressure promising her relief if she tells me what I need to know.The brat doesn’t answer in a way that eases me, but in a way that has my blood roaring in my ears.

“I can’t remember all of their names.”

She is mine. The only thing that belongs to me alone and I’ll fucking kill anyone that gets close to her. Once I’m dead, Inessa will be free, not a minute fucking sooner.

Pushing her forward, I hold her nape, stopping any movements, but my queen doesn’t move forward. She wants me rough and out of my fucking mind. I keep increasing the pressure until her hair is trailing on top of the trough. My voice is rougher, out of control.

“No one gets to have what’s mine, what I haven’t even fucking taken yet.”

The water gives a perfect reflection as she stares into it with hard eyes and her shrug is audible.

“So, take it.”

We’re talking about her mouth, but I look at her bent over and her ass is added to the list. Fuck it, I’ll claim every part of her for myself, then when I’m dead it will haunt her, and they will remain mine.

I lose every thought I had when I look further down at her wrapped around my dick and our cum on my skin. I don’t even blink, not wanting to lose sight of the masterpiece.

“Fuck, meelaya, your beautiful cunt is stretched around me.”

There’s no gap, like she’s hugging me, and I let go of her hand, needing to see more. My queen widens her legs despite them shaking, and I massage her ass in thanks. Pulling her cheeks apart with my fingers flat on her luscious ass, I stretch my thumbs down, opening her up.

The movement has her clenching and pushing out the mix of us and a groan vibrates through my chest.

“Do it again malysh, let me see and I’ll fill you back up.”

She obeys and clenches too hard, her muscles slowly pushing me out. My fingers slap against her ass in warning and she relaxes. I’ve found my favorite colors and don’t look away as I fuck into her.

It’s not brutal and rough with the red patches already forming on her ass and thighs. My thrusts are slow and purposeful, with the sight in front of me. She’s a work of fucking art. A masterpiece brought to life and no one else has ever witnessed the beauty but me. She tries to fuck me back and I hold her hips. The brat ignores my grip because she wants to be fucked harder. My fingers are digging into her skin and she’s going to have the marks to carry with her, but I can’t stop her at the sound of my name on her filthy tongue.

“Vlad. More.”

Pushing against her nape, the water splashes and she doesn’t move under my hand. She’s too dangerous. Her ability to take everything from me and twist it until it suits exactly what she wants is like a villainous superpower. I pull her out of the trough before she can drown herself and she chokes down air as I beg for her release.

“Come for me, let me see it again, meelaya.”

The only warning I’m given over her actions is her back moving, taking in a lungful of air. The crazy fuck nearly slips from my fingers as she pushes her head down with all the strength she possesses. The water splashes up against her skin, making my grip loosen and she doesn’t fucking move up. I keep tugging as I tighten my hold, but she slowly pushes her hips back.

I stare at where we’re joined, and my beautiful queen breaks apart. There are little bits of me mixing into her cum and the sight alone has my balls seizing as I thrust into her. Pulling her up before she passes out, Inessa chokes down air and her words rush together.

“Come in me, Vlad. I need to feel you.”

Thrusting three more times, I bury myself inside her and do as she sweetly begs.

She has sucked whatever was remaining of my soul out of my body, and I fold over her, grabbing the railing she’s tied to at either side of her head. Curling my arm under her face so her neck is supported, she moans and nuzzles her cheek into my bicep with the softest admission touching my skin.

“So pretty.”

They’re covered in scars and ink; they’re not fucking pretty, and she laughs knowing my thoughts. She softly peppers her lips against my skin and her moan vibrates through my arm and settles in my bones.

Once my body is fit enough to move, I don’t let her stop me and slowly pull out. There’s no sight that’s better as I watch her pussy flutter, wanting to remain full while her ass and thighs are red. I feel drunk, stumbling back and grabbing my suit jacket to cover her, but the choked worry leaving my queen has me sobering.

“Don’t leave me. You promised.”

I should leave her here, bent over and full of cum, waiting for me to do this all over again. I can’t and go back to her after I’ve tucked my dick away. She hides her face from me as I drape my jacket over her naked, shaking body. It’s weird as fuck, but exhaustion will be setting into her limbs. Untying the reins carefully, the red stripes of where they bit into her skin have me hardening. It gets worse at the sound dripping against the water, and my movements are rushed. Picking up the discarded knife, I cut through the leather and Inessa’s tears gut me.

Her eyes aren’t blank, but she can’t stop them.

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