Page 88 of Viripotent

There’s no pain, a dull burning as I stretch around his dick, but no unbearable pain. He kisses a path across my shoulder and grinds me into him.

“Good girl, you finally listened.”

My laugh is air and no sound and the prod against his bicep loses all heat. There’s a thick vein going across it and my tongue pokes out wanting to trace it. There needs to be a way to remain in the comfort of his neck and have that muscle under my lips.

It’s torturing me as the man attached to it slowly does the same, lifting me off his dick until the tip is left in, the asshole comes out.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Rolling my neck on his shoulder, I look up, pouting, hoping he feels bad enough to give in. It doesn’t have the intended impact, and he laughs lightly as he fucks me with just the tip of his dick.

Frustration builds inside me. Now that I’ve had more, I can’t go without and spit out, “If you can’t fuck me, I’ll find someone who will.”

I smile into his anger. It doesn’t stay on my face when I’m dropped, and a scream is forced down my throat as he holds his hand over my mouth. Keeping us attached, he stands up and my back hits his desk. The cushioned leather blotter dulls the impact and Vlad angrily pulls my heels off. He throws them across the room. Twin dull thuds hit the wall then the wooden floor. A moan stops my threat being intimidating.

“Don’t throw my things.”

Hard eyes try to pin me in place as he hooks my knees over his elbows, and I smile, feeling powerful. He thrusts into me hard enough to shake his desk and my smile gets wider. Gripping my throat, his angry voice adds to my pleasure.

“Don’t try any give mine away then I fucking won’t.”

I stretch my arms above my head and hold on to the edge of his desk knowing he’s going to rage as I slowly sing-song.

“Mypussyisfriendly, unlike you.”

I’m playing chicken with the devil hoping I lose and wood creaks at the force of his thrusts. Holding on to the edge of the desk tighter, it cuts any blood flow into my fingers, but I can’t stop. I want rough Vlad and a beautiful soreness is going to make me remember this. I need his brutality and the bastard pauses, slowing his strokes. He looks between my thighs with a smirk and flicks up to my face. His thumb brushes my bottom lip as he says, “Those lips? Filthy.”

Slowly trailing down my body with his finger, we both follow it, and he lightly slaps the sides of my tits. The angle doesn’t let me see between my thighs and his voice is a deep rumble.

“But those lips? Heavenly.”

My entire body flushes and I’m knocked off balance as he slaps my clit and I scream his name. Making it two letters in, ahand curls around the bottom half of my face and he leans over me.

“No one fucking hears you.”

He peels one of my hands off the edge of the desk and threads his fingers through mine. His warm palm engulfs the back of my other hand and tears spring to my eyes with my climax being dragged longer.

Stars burst on my neck as he presses his lips to my skin, and they fill my vision with the sinister voice in my ear.

“You are mine.”

Shaking my head despite loving the claim, he bites my shoulder.

“Mine to fuck.”

I keep shaking my head when I agree with everything.

“This cunt is mine.”

Burying himself inside me, he grinds his hips into my clit as more tears escape.

“To fill with my cum.”

Moaning into his palm, he fucks me harder, and it feels like the room is moving.The desk shakes and I hold the edge tighter.

He lets go of the back of my hand and holds himself with his palm above my head. My voice sounds weak with the way he’s playing my body.

“I’ll share if your dick is mine.”

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