Page 84 of Viripotent

“And a queen knows how to control herself, prove it, meelaya.”

THIRTY-THREE

Vlad

I’ve found the nectar of life and I’m never fucking missing breakfast again. Inessa tenses, nearly ripping my tongue out of my mouth with how hard her inner walls are clenching around the muscle. Massaging her thighs, so I’m not maimed, I ignore the bald spot that’s going to be forming. She was relaxed before I put my tongue inside her and it doesn’t come back as she forces me out.She’s too tight and in control. The first moment I saw her push her own fingers out I should have known that it wouldn’t be easy getting her to relax.

I don’t touch either one as I mark a line between her clit and entrance. Every part of her body is sensitive, and she leaks down my chin as I write my name on the part of her pussy I’m playing with. There’s nothing more beautiful than the sight of her trying to stay quiet. Nine days of her silence was a new form of torture and just like my bratty wife, I’ll use my mouth for payback.

Her pussy clenches around nothing as I suck her clit between my teeth, and I circle her entrance with my thumb. She’s soaked, not just wet. There’s a fucking puddle forming as her wetness slips between her ass cheeks. Ignoring the urge to race themafter she tensed the first time, I slowly push my finger in her tight hole.

She loosens up, letting me work half of the digit inside as I lightly flick her clit with my tongue, she’s too fucking tight. It’s not comfortable compression, but choking. Slowing my tongue, I watch her face for any pain. There’s nothing other than lust staring at me, but I need to be sure. Her hand relaxes in my hair, and she scrapes her nails across my scalp three times with a soft smile. It’s like she’s in my head and knows I need it to chase the shit away.

I keep her clit between my lips until they let it go with a pop as I slowly pull back and she arches her back like a dancer. I’m not sat up straight, wanting her hand to be on me, but I miss her voice and slowly twist my finger, feeling for the spot that will have her under my control. Keeping my voice low in case there’s anyone close to overhear, I try to soften my voice, so it’s not an order.

“Say my name.”

I’d have Inessa recite the fucking alphabet just so I can hear what she’s taken from me. Being a brat, she flattens her palm on her stomach and extends her middle finger, circling her pretty little clit.

“It’s only fair that I scream my own name when I’m the one doing the work.”

Nipping her knuckle with my teeth so she moves, I give the queen what she wants.

She’s relaxed enough to fit another finger in and the moan leaving her is long and low. It’s vibrates through her body, making her shake around my mouth and fingers. Humming into her cunt has it being repeated, and I press down on my dick when it wants to be involved. I press my face between her thighs harder and she pulls at my hair, her thighs coming up on my shoulders, and she grinds against my face.

I lose sight of her face when she arches her back, undulating her hips, trying to ride my face. Flattening my palm in the center of her back to keep her steady, I straighten, bringing my new favorite meal with me. The closest anyone will ever get to killing me is right now, she has the power to suffocate me, and she’s lost in desire. Hugging her ass with one arm, I try to fit a third finger inside her. She clenches at the feeling, making me change my mind.I need her to be pent up and out of her fucking head.

I sit up straighter, so my head is resting against the back of the seat, and she grabs my hair with both hands. Her calves hook under my arms, riding my face like a jockey. Buying a house with a stable has paid off in my favor as she grinds against my face and relaxes around my fingers.Her fist tightens in my hair as I remove my fingers, seeing she’s getting close and pull her ass cheeks apart. She whimpers, fucking adorable, and her knuckles press into my scalp as she tries to control my movements.

I need more of her, I want to see her explode, and lift her an inch so her tight little hole is directly above my mouth. Teasing her with the point of my tongue, I make small circles where she needs me and smile as her frustration turns to anger in a rough low bark.

“Vlad.”

Her mouth opens again, and I abruptly drag her down to my mouth, making her moan, “Oh god.”

Her thighs shake on my shoulders, and I reluctantly leave her sweet cunt to go back to teasing everything other than her clit. She has control issues and can’t stop herself from coming. If she could, I’d be able to live with my tongue inside her.

Slowly pushing three fingers inside her, I watch her face for any discomfort. She isn’t at the point where she demands more, so I can’t fuck her yet. Curling them against her front wall, Inessa whimpers and looks down at me for permission. Shaking my head has more whimpering echoing through the emptykitchen and I want to taunt her. I want her to fucking beg and apologize for turning cold on me. She bites her lip to keep her sounds locked away, always a fucking brat, as I fuck her with my fingers.

She’s dripping down my wrist, but the second she climaxes I’ll be pushed away physically and mentally. I need the annoying woman to be there, for her loud mouth to be in my ear now that I’ve become accustomed to it. Footsteps drag against the tile, and she turns rigid. She pulls at my hair hard enough that tears should be springing to my eyes to get me to move, which doesn’t work, and I fuck her harder. Sucking her clit and flicking my tongue like I’ll die without it, she looks over her shoulder, torn between wanting to come and wanting to run.

I know every person’s gait in this house. Not only that but their routine, and we have a few minutes before the fun is over. Letting her go at the last second, I slowly sit her beside me, ignoring the burn on my scalp and my hair wrapped around her red fingers. She doesn’t bitch or moan, she hides behind her hair and her legs are shaking with need. For me and only fucking me. I don’t bother wiping my mouth when she’s hiding, and it won’t get a reaction out of her.

Vitali drags his limping ass into the kitchen and a crease forms between his brows as he looks at me. I never eat in the morning, it’s not some fad diet. You spend your childhood knowing you had to work for food and it becomes something you loathe, and anger fills your belly making sure there’s no space for anything else. Dropping in the seat opposite us, he plucks a strawberry from the bowl and speaks easily, not knowing what he interrupted.

“What are you doing?”

My queen raises her head and looks at me with threat as I smirk and pick up a strawberry with the two fingers that wereinside her. Bringing it to my lips, I can’t help getting under her skin.

“Breakfast, it’s the most important meal of the day.”

She digs her nails into my thigh as I push the fruit in my mouth, but her sweetness is the only thing on my senses.I do the same again and hold the fruit out to her with my eyebrow raised.

The third wheel acts like a prick.

“This is adorable, cute newlyweds feeding each other.” He plucks up another berry and amends his statement, “Well Vlad is feeding you, you should do it back, repay the favor.”

Trying not to laugh doesn’t work when Inessa chokes on nothing and her face turns red. I rub circles on her back as she tries to push me away. The drugs must have kicked in as my brother makes himself useful, getting her a glass of water.Her whisper is cute as she widens her eyes in his direction.

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