Page 87 of Viripotent

There is nothing inside of my head but Vlad and his beautiful tongue stroking against mine. Cradling his head so I can get more, he swallows my moans and squeezes my tits through my dress. I need more, everything. I lift the hem, knocking his hands away and I hate the moment our connection breaks as I throw the annoying fabric behind me.

We both move at the same time, and he chases everything else away. There are only strong arms and a sinful mouth promising pleasure. His huge, rough hands scrape up my back and undo my bra as I blindly try to get his shirt off. I need to feel his skin on mine, especially his biceps.I just want to bite them once, then feel his back and explore it with my tongue.

It’s taking too long and I’m impatient and needy. I grab the parts I’ve managed to unbutton and pull with strength I didn’t know I possessed. The sound of fabric tearing has me smiling against his lips. He shrugs out of his useless shirt, and I groan at the feeling of his biceps and score my nails down as he flexes. Fucking beautiful asshole.

He’s making me do all the work, but I don’t care as long as his lips stay on mine and I slowly trace his body. There’s something about feeling without sight that has me an even bigger mess. Or maybe it’s because he got me on the brink of release multiple times and never allowed my release that I’d willingly sell him my soul in exchange for his dick. Undoing his belt, I gasp at the feeling of the cool buckle touching my inner thigh.

My head falls back, and Vlad fists my hair so I’m looking up at the ceiling. He kisses a path down my neck as he helps me undo his fly and we both race to get his dick out. I’m trying to put him in while he hesitates, and I beg without saying please.

“Just the tip?”

Air brushes my neck and he lets me have his dick.

His skin is soft, and I use him like a toy, stroking his dick through my slit and circling my clit as I sit up on my knees, lifting higher because he obviously couldn’t have a small dick. Warmth engulfs my nipple. The groan leaving me is full of relief and I sink down, getting more. He lets me go with a wet pop and I grind my hips down as his stubble scrapes along my chest and he does the same to the other side. Cool air brushes against my wet skin as the deep voice makes me clench.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Sucking on my skin, he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive spot, working back up my neck and I circle my hips without taking more when I need it. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his deep voice rumbles in my ear.

“You’re dripping down my dick, meelaya.”

I taunt him back, not wanting to be the only one lost.

“And you’re throbbing in my pussy.”

The fingers in my hair flex and my head is turned to the icy stare. Looking between my eyes and my mouth, the usual comment comes out filled with pride.

“Such a dirty fucking mouth.”

I can feel how wet I am and slide down another inch as my mouth opens on a silent moan. I’m going to be ruined, my only wish is to pull him with me on my downward spiral into hell laced with pleasure.

I stretch back, holding his knee for support and flatten my palm on his back. I’m fucking drooling. The divots and valleys of muscle have me dropping my hips and my mouth opens, wanting him to let that power out.

“Don’t you want to shut me up?” I taunt.

His jaw tics as I clench my inner muscle and a hand wraps around my throat. He doesn’t cut off my air as he pulls my face closer. Then his brutal lips are against mine. Every order for me to shut my mouth is being pushed into me and the hand on my back is softly stroking down my spine.

Pushing further down, Vlad curls his arm around my lower back and cups my ass, stopping me taking any more. The noise leaving me is pure frustration. I want more and bite his lip, pulling it back until he gives me it. He squeezes the sides of my neck in warning. It doesn’t work and my eyes snap open, full of murder if he tries to deny me again. He should look like an idiot or less threatening with his lip being pulled out, but it doesn’t stop the beautiful bastard ordering, “Let. Go.”

Shaking my head as I keep trying to get more, he slaps my ass, letting me gain a fraction.

“I’ll tie you up for a fucking week and use your cunt until it’s swollen and you’re crying, needing to come.”

Nodding my head because that sounds perfect, he groans and pulls his hips back. My jaw relaxes at the softness coming from the brutal man.

“Don’t make me, moya koroleva.”

He’s never vulnerable, but the openness in his eyes has me softening and I let his lip go. I cup his stubbled cheeks in bothhands, and he leans his forehead on mine. The hesitance in his eyes is choking me.

“Go slow, meelaya, I won’t hurt you like this.”

Nothing else is said and I’m cut off from examining my devil as he softly kisses me.

He slowly thrusts up into me without giving me more of his dick until I’m squirming. His touch turns even gentler when I clench around the extra inch, but he doesn’t push all the way in. Flattening his palm on the center of my back, I move across his jaw and relax when his intoxicating smell fills my senses. It’s even more heady when I bury my nose in the crook of his neck, and he holds my hip, giving me a warning.

“Breathe out for me, malysh.”

I push all the air out of my lungs, and he slowly pulls me down at the same time. My ass touches his thighs, causing a moan to get trapped in my throat.

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