Page 86 of Viripotent

“What made you lose your voice?”

It wasn’t the fearful confession of whatever she saw in Moscow, it’s something deeper.

I pull her closer when she doesn’t answer and press my lips under her ear. She’s so fucking responsive and always gives in when I do that. Burying my fingers inside her until she’s pressing against my knuckles, I push up, lifting her ass slightly.

“Speak, meely moy.”

She turns towards me and fills my vision as I reward her admission, circling her clit with my thumb.

“You were vicious.”

The moan wrapping itself around her vocal cords mutes her fear and she grinds her hips into my hand, chasing a release that won’t come.

Humming as I trace the shape of her lips with my thumb, more confessions leave her pouty lips.

“I saw you.”

Nodding along, I curl my fingers inside her, forcing out a moan.

“Oh fuck, Vlad.”

That wicked tongue spills her secrets as I lightly tap against her clit.

“She called you dyavol and spat.”

Her words are rushing together from the force of her breathing, and I hate the fucking topic.

Pulling my fingers free as disgust comes over me, I hide any trace of it from the queen on my thigh. It’s not directed at her, but she deflates, and I offer my own truth.

“If you can’t stop yourself, I will. You don’t come until you’re ready to take my dick again.”

Her smirk is dangerous, and she looks up at me with challenge.

“I’ve found what I’m doing today.”

If she bullshits about fucking her way through the country, I’ll kill every fucker within range and lock her in the stables. The idea morphs and my hands gripping her thighs loosen, imagining her tied up with reins bent over and leaking with my cum, filling her tight little cunt. Getting lost in the image, I turn her so she’s straddling me and grind her over my dick.She moans in my ear and combs her fingers through my hair as her voice drips with sex.

“I’m going to break a world record with how many times I come because you don’t tell me what to do.”

My tone hardens as I hold her nape and try to speak around her obstinance.

“I am the only fucking person who tells you what to do. Your pussy is mine.”

She tightens her hold in my hair, attempting to pull my head back as she grinds down into me.

“It is mine and you will ask me nicely for the privilege of being able to see it, never mind taste it.”

My fingers flex on her nape and she lets out a little gasp as I pull her closer. My voice darkens, and the image builds itself as I dare her, knowing she’ll do exactly what I want.

“Keep making demands princess, and I’ll tie you in the stables with a gag in your mouth.”

Fuck me, she’d look perfect. The soft leather wrapped around her wrist and crop marks across the back of her thighs for beinga brat while her swollen pussy drips. My head drops back, and I move without thinking, needing more and pulling her closer. She freezes for a split second before meeting my urgency and we’re a tangled mess of limbs and tongues.She moans into my mouth, her hands softening, and her tits pressed against my chest.

THIRTY-FOUR

Inessa

No thoughts.

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