Page 71 of Viripotent

Not changing my pace, I lift my leg and put my ankle on his shoulder, stretching my back and a groan brushes against my calf before his lips touch my skin. It’s a small thing, but it has me moving faster, wanting more. Using his lips as a reward, he presses them to my knee when I let the lace covering my chest fall away.

I don’t look away from his icy eyes as I slowly trace my ribs and hook my thumbs in the side of my panties. It’s intoxicating to stare at this violent man restraining himself. My ankle slips as I lift my hips and I catch myself on the armrest. My heel scrapes against his bicep on its journey down but there’s no threat. Smiling sweetly to keep it away, he laughs lightly and looks between my legs, waiting for me to move again.

I slowly push the lace off my hips, and he kisses my other knee. I keep pushing them down, wanting his lips to move up.When they reach my knees, he grips the middle of my soaked panties and pulls, dragging me with them, before they snap against the outside of my thigh. Every part of my body must be flaming red at Vlad’s inspection. He holds the torn material in his palm and moves his other hand up my thigh.

“How long?”

His question is weird as fuck, making me pause, and those piercing eyes latch on to me, threatening my soul.

“How long has your cunt been drenched for? All night? At the church?”

Everything about the man is criminal, especially his tongue and I forget what he said when he parts me with two fingers. My inner muscles clench the longer he stares and the coo leaving his brutal lips has me dripping on the sheets.

“You’re not ready for me yet, meelaya.”

A whimper bursts from my throat and my legs are shaking from the cold air blowing on my heated flesh.

He pushes forward in his seat, not removing his stare from between my legs. The low instruction has me finding relief.

“Use two fingers and rub your pretty little clit.”

Nodding to myself, my hand has already moved before the words have fully left his mouth. I make rapid circles and openly use him as my inspiration. Fingers slap against the back of my hand with warning and I slow down.

“Good girl. Now push them inside your tight cunt slowly.”

Holding the backs of my thighs in each hand, he pulls my lips apart with his thumbs and stretches my limbs. My fingers move as he doesn’t look away and I stare at the top of his head.

I must be going at the right speed because he doesn’t say anything, and my hand is soaked as I circle my entrance with my two middle fingers.

“Oh fuck.”

Every profanity I can think of breaks up my moan as I push my fingers inside myself and squeeze my tits together. He looks up my body like I’m art, and groans, blowing across my clit. He’s closer and my legs try to close around his head to pull him into me and give me sweet relief.

He’s filling my senses without moving his hands where I want them. I don’t want to feel my own fingers, his are bigger and rougher. Refusing to ask for what I want, I try to work a third finger in, and his features harden. I pause my movements, waiting for something to happen.

Time slows down. I don’t know what I expect him to do but the smirk on his face is sinister, and he kisses the inside of my thigh without breaking eye contact.

My heart begins pounding under the intensity of his stare as he slowly does the same to the other side. He’s a wolf toying with me before devouring me. But I want, need, to be devoured whole. Moving closer to where I need him with his lips, my inner muscles clench so hard they squeeze my fingers out and his eyes go wide with lust. The view has Vlad stopping his torture and I scream his name as he buries his face between my legs.

Pulling my lips wider with his thumbs he turns his head side to side making me see and feel stars. I’m thrashing from the force of my climax, running away while wanting more and the devil orders me with his eyes alone. There’s no fear in my body, it’s desire and he, my husband, is the sole owner, making me fight my own body to stay still. Kissing my clit as a reward, his tongue turns gentle and a pathetic whimper floats above me.

It’s not my voice, I’ve never sounded like that, but he’s breaking me apart with gentle strokes and rough eyes. Marking a delicate line from my clit to my entrance with his tongue, it pulls more needy noises from me.

“Vlad.”

A moan cuts me off, but I don’t have anything inside my brain other than his name. It’s the only syllable my tongue is capable of making while his pushes into me.

My hand that was limply between my thighs is trapped and I try to wriggle it free as twisted pleasure stares back at me. It’s the wrong thing to do because it makes him stop fucking me with his tongue and I deflate against the cushions. He sits back in the chair and holds my wrist with me glistening on his lips and chin. I have to bite my cheek to stop from calling him beautiful. Every muscle in my body clenches and my toes curl as he licks his lips and positions my fingers back at my entrance.

Softening his voice as much as he’s able to doesn’t change anything in his order.

“Don’t come this time, meelaya, we need to stretch your tight cunt to take me.”

Nodding my head because I’d agree to sell him my soul for a penny right now, he smiles and pushes two of my fingers inside me. Earthquakes have aftershocks and so does my climax as my eyes roll back.

There’s no warning as Vlad follows my fingers with two of his own and it burns. It’s not painful, but it’s close and I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on the pleasure. Massaging up my stomach to my tits, he scissors our fingers and kisses the inside of my knee. The softest whisper coaxes me to open my eyes.

“Relax for me, malysh.”

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