Page 128 of Viripotent

FORTY-SEVEN

Inessa

Ilock my ankles behind his ass, so he can’t move away, and rest my elbows on his shoulder to play with his silky strands. Holding my hip with one hand, he flattens his palm on my chest. The rough calluses scrape against my skin as he moves his hand up and holds the back of my head. It’s all slow and sensual, little touches in innocent places setting me aflame.

He speaks against my lips in the softest voice he possesses.

“Lean back, moya koroleva.”

My body moves without my brain’s intervention chasing him. His lips are addictive, and I don’t let go, pulling him with me. The light laugh brushing my tingling lips is like a balm. Vlad is a teddy bear, anyone who looked at him, or knows him, would never guess, but he’s the cutest fucking monster in existence, brushing his nose against mine.

Holding his biceps for support, and my own pleasure, when he straightens, appreciation rakes down my body, and he doesn’t look away from between my thighs. I do the same, and I’m drooling at the sight of him pushing his shorts down. His big hand, inked fingers, stroke his length, and I moan. It’s involuntary, and he smirks. He maintains his hold on the backof my head, so I don’t feel any discomfort, and positions his forearm at my back while not giving me any relief.

I’m impatient and needy, filled with frustration, but I can’t break the moment and squirm watching him. He tuts low and his deep voice vibrates through me.

“You’re making a mess on the marble, malysh.”

His stupid comment is filled with awe, but I retaliate physically. I mourn the loss of letting go of his arm by tracing his abs. He flicks his eyes up with a smirk, which I mirror, as I ghost my fingers over his knuckles without touching his dick.

Making a show of touching myself, I circle my clit with my ring finger so he can see the brand. The low curse leaving my monster fills me with urgency, but I ignore it. I don’t want it to end yet. I like having him fixed on me. He’ll never be under anyone’s control, he’s too powerful, and neurotic. But in these little moments, I get to own the only thing Vlad will give me, his lust. His fist speeds up as I copy the movements he usually makes with his tongue and trace a line from my clit to my entrance without touching either one.

I want his eyes back on mine and dig my nails into his bicep. The bastard refuses, and I snap his control, pushing my finger inside to the second knuckle.

“If you won’t fuck me, I will.”

My moan wraps itself around my taunt. It works to get him moving, but he always has to win. Take the game I start and rewrite the rules, so I forget I’m the inventor. He leans forward, his dick landing on my thigh, heavy and with need, but he doesn’t allow emotion into his voice as he ghosts his lips over my jaw.

“I can make you scream alone. Let’s see how loud you get when it’s both of us.”

I try to remove my finger as he lines up at my entrance. But the rough, deep order has me pausing.

“You wanted to be equals. Time to put the work in, meely moy.”

He slowly pushes in while my finger is still inside me. My head drops back at being stretched, and I clench. He tuts again, “Be the fucking queen.”

I can feel him pushing my finger into my soft walls, and my vision is just light. There are no objects, or anything discernible, only air and galaxies forming.

Hooking my legs around him tighter, Vlad flattens his palm on my inner thigh and pushes so it’s flat, making a triangle around his hips.

He kisses the corner of my jaw and softly says, “Breathe out for me, malysh.”

He goes deeper as I push all the air out of my lungs. It’s slow, the air I need to survive leaves only to be replaced with the feeling of him, and we’re connected fully. My hand is trapped between our hips, and my palm provides beautiful friction for my clit.

His stubble is like electricity on my skin as he kisses my neck, and the deep rumble is a comforting storm.

“Push your finger up for me,” he says gently.

I know what he’s asking me to do, but I can’t, I’m too full, and I never want it to leave. I want my Vlad, this one, who only exists with me in these moments, to be the only one I experience. There’s no stupid comment trying to shock or anger, it’s all pleasure and warmth.

Slowly pulling his hips back, he stares between my legs with wildness and groans.

“Moya koroleva, such a good girl taking everything I give you.”

My muscles clench at the reverence leaving his sinful lips, and I curl my finger like I was told. It has my vision doubling as though I’m drunk, and it triples when he thrusts into me. My assslides against the marble, and the only thing stopping me from crashing into the mirror is his hold on my head.

He keeps me in place and grips my thigh to fuck into me with meaningful strokes. Each one is slow and intense. My hand climbs his bicep until I curl my fingers around his nape to pull him closer, needing his lips on mine and for us to breathe the same air. There’s nothing but a gentle tug, with my body already losing energy for anything but keeping my climax back, and he leans over me.

I’m screaming or moaning. All I know is that sounds are leaving me. They might be words, but I don’t care, and my nails dig into his skin as I finally get his lips again. A whimper flows out of my throat into his mouth at the change in angle, but the devil smiles like it’s a compliment to him.

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