Page 73 of Viripotent

Waiting for Inessa to open her eyes to move, she has tears lining her lashes but there’s no fear or blankness. Her smile comes back, and I move forward half an inch, slowly rocking in and out of her while trying not to come from the feeling of her wrapped around me.

Something changes and she guards herself, it’s not due to pain and I’ve never seen her do it before. My hand on her tits moves up without me controlling it and I’m too slow to react as she abruptly pushes her ass back with her full weight and screams. It’s blood curdling and something inside of me dies at the sound. Her ass is touching my hips and the tears have escaped as I carefully pull out of her fully.

The stubborn fucking thing caused herself pain for no fucking reason and blood covers my dick. Any anger that was trying to take root from her need to be a brat disappears at the sight of her limp form and her face buried in the sheets. Turning her on her side, I ignore the blood staining the sheets and lift her as she tries to hide. She doesn’t let go of the sheet and I don’t give a fuck about it — if she wants to use it as a comforter and hug it, she can.

She’s forced to let go of it when it’s dragged off the bed and she buries her face in the crook of my neck. Her tears touch my skin making me recoil. I feel like a sick fuck knowing my dick’s still hard while she cries in my arms. Her sniffling doesn’t mute her bullshit thoughts.

“I didn’t think it would hurt that much.”

Kissing her temple, the urge to apologize is new, my tongue pauses unaccustomed to the exact syllables, and she holds on to me. Seeking comfort from me instead of hiding away.

There’s no hesitance asking her for the one thing that I continuously tell her not to do.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Normally Inessa never shuts up, she’ll open her mouth and let the wildest shit leave. Now she’s silent and I hate her silence, the constant chatter is just a dislike in comparison.She meekly shakes her head and I try to force her filthy tongue to move.

“Thank fuck, you’ve finally shut up.”

She lets out a small soundless laugh as I carry her into the bathroom.

I don’t put her down as I turn the shower on. I test the water making sure it’s the same as the setting she always leaves it on at home. Keeping my fingers under the spray, I curl my fingers through her hair by her temple and flatten my palm over her ear. She doesn’t flinch, she leans into the touch as I massage her scalp with my fingertips.Protectiveness is building inside of me. I told her I wouldn’t hurt her, and she fucked it up. She made me into a liar.

I don’t let her out of my arms and step under the spray once it’s heated. She sniffles, returning to her annoying self.

“If you say I have snot on my face, I’ll drown you.”

My chest moves as I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh. It doesn’t work wrapping itself around my voice.

“I can feel it on my neck, meelaya. You done using me like a tissue?”

Wiping the tip of her nose down my neck, she pulls back, smiling with red-rimmed eyes.

“All done now, lapackha.”

The smile holds her usual warmth, but I’ve found someone whose pain I don’t like. Setting Inessa on her feet gently, she keeps her arms around my neck and hugs me. It’s like my brain has short-circuited. My arms come up, but they don’t touch her and her soft admission has me moving again.

“You didn’t hurt me. I just thought it would hurt then stop straight away.”

I didn’t even realize that I was only using half of one lung and breathe easier.

My arms loosen reluctantly when she moves back and takes shaky steps to stand fully under the water. All the pins and shit that kept her hair up are still there and I stand at her back like I’m her personal assistant taking them out. There are hundredsof them piling up on the floor and she laughs looking over her shoulder.

“I should make you pick them up.”

She turns after I’ve got the last one and her eyes trail down my body. They go wide when she sees my dick covered in watery red.

Tilting her chin up with my knuckles, so I can see the blush staining her cheeks, I can’t help repeating her words.

“Is it okay that I’m small?”

I’m not some dickhead teenager that needs the ego boost of boasting about the size of my dick. It’s capable of doing that on its own. The woman who has words for every situation loses her voice and nods.She’s more youthful, innocent, like this. It’s easy to forget when she has the armor of her heels and attitude, but she’s stripped bare and the previous instinct I had that she’s going to ruin me intensifies.

My smirk can’t be hidden as I roll my lip into my mouth, and she swats my chest lightheartedly, turning back around and tilting her chin in the air.

“Humility is a good quality. You should try it, lapachka.”

This woman walks around ordering me about as though I’m not someone who has made people piss themselves with a look and now she has the fucking audacity to say I’m egotistical.

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