Page 35 of Viparious

“My little pornstar.”

I’ve spent too much time around his twisted mind and my brain has synced to his warped one.

Loosening his hold on my wrists, he slams his mouth on mine. His hands roam my body, mapping each curve and contour. The force knocks me back and need replaces everything else as I pull at his clothes, wanting them all off. Whatever we were talking about is forgotten and he picks me up under my arms and throws me across the room. My smile stretches from ear to ear as I land on the bed with a bounce. I swipe my hair out of my face in time to see the devil stalking towards me shirtless.

I quickly rearrange myself, so my head is hanging off the edge of the bed and open my mouth for what he promised me. The change has him slowing and changing course. Going back into the closet, dull thuds sound and wood snaps before he comes back. The crazy fucking bastard just broke my vanity and carries the mirror that should be attached to the table to the bed. Positioning it against the headboard, he pushes against my knees and my cheeks heat when his beautiful body moves out of the way.

I can seeeverything. My inner thighs are glistening, and a moan bounces back to me when he comes into view at the foot of the bed. His hands move slowly, and he purposefully flexes as he undoes his belt to free his dick. His dick is bobbing above my head, and he fists his length, staring at me through the reflection.

“If I can’t see your beautiful face while you choke on my dick, I’ll have the next best thing.”

I bite my cheek to stop myself from repaying his compliment or complaining that I won’t see him. He leans over me and grabs two pillows. “Lift your hips, malysh, want to see your cum dripping down your ass.”

The soft voice doesn’t match the words, but it will only ever suit Vlad, no one else could have his mix of violent, brutal care.

Lifting my hips, he pushes them under my lower back and waits for me to lay down as he removes the rest of his clothes. When my head is in position and my mouth open, he lifts his dick, exposing his balls. Tracing the seam with my tongue, I suck them into my mouth and hum. I don’t go further than his balls, given his micro reaction previously, a hand wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides until they leave my mouth with a wet pop.

It turns gentle as he feeds his dick past my lips, and the teddy bear comes out.

“Tap my thigh if you can’t take it.”

He’s a diamond, filled with different facets that you can’t see unless you have a microscope, and forged from immense pressure surrounded by dirt. Stroking along the column of my throat with his knuckles, he doesn’t move, and I grab the back of his thighs, urging him forward.

“You’re a greedy little slut, only for my dick, aren’t you, meelaya?”

I nod and give a garbled yes as he turns back into the asshole.

“I should have known you’d find a way to talk with my dick buried in your mouth.”

Letting go of his thigh, I hold my middle finger up as a retort.

Warmth and wet engulfs the digit as he holds my wrist, pulling it up. He lets my finger go as I pull him closer, feeling my throat bulge, and he gently strokes my neck in awe.

“Fuuuck, keep going, meely moy. I know that big mouth can take more of me.”

He controls my hand and circles my nipple with his cool spit, adding to the sensation. Without my sight, anticipation takes over at what he’s going to touch next, and I swallow around him. Pushing more of his dick into me, he trails my finger down my body. A garbled moan vibrates through his dick as my finger circles my clit and strokes through my slit.

I try to bob my head to get more and focus on his pleasure rather than my torture, and he finally fully pushes into my throat. The position makes me feel lightheaded with all the blood rushing to my head and my air being cut off, but I need his release. I love when he turns soft with me and how his brutal hands are always gentle while he fucks me. It’s intoxicating knowing the amount of power and violence he’s capable of, but he holds it all back, putting care for me above it.

He continues circling my entrance with my finger, and his hips slowly move, rocking into my mouth and fucking my throat in shallow strokes. I groan as I massage up his thighs and lightly scrape my nails against his skin, feeling him flex. My finger is removed from between my thighs, and I dig my fingers into his hip as he attempts to pull back. His tongue wraps around my finger, and he hums at the taste of me while he fucks my face harder like I want. I swallow, trying to get my muscles to relax as I breathe through my nose and clench my thighs together.

“Open your legs, Inessa.”

Swallowing around him again, he strokes down my neck with his thumbs.

“Do it again for me.”

Blindly feeling his body, I keep swallowing around him, and it makes him snap. It’s beautiful and carnal and fucking powerful knowing the neurotic devil is losing control because of me.

Squeezing the sides of my throat again, he groans and buries himself fully in me. There’s no gap between my lips and his skin before he abruptly pulls out of my mouth. There’s no time to mourn the loss of the release that should have been mine as he pulls me up and swaps our positions. Pulling on the backs of my knees until I’m kneeling over his face, he smooths his hands over my ass and back until he reaches my nape and orders, “Sit down and shut up.”

Looking up from his dick, all I can see is my reflection. It makes me move forward, and I’m a vain fuck, staring at myself in competition and seeing what he does when I’ve been on my knees.

I put more effort into the movement now that I can see myself and run the flat of my tongue up his length as he grabs the back of my thighs. His fingers dig into my flesh, each digit cushioned as he attempts to pull me to his face, but I push my weight forward and wrap my lips around the tip of his dick. My eyes look bigger, my cheekbones more pronounced, as I slowly lower my mouth around him. Spit flows out of the corners of my lips, and I moan at the erotic imagery. It turns into a choked scream as he roughly pushes two fingers into me and bites into the back of my thigh.

“Do not come until I’m inside you.”

I fidget in disagreement and air brushes the curve of my ass. The relief I found from his fingers is abruptly removed and he pushes against my hands with both hands, making me choke. My hair pulls, tugging against my scalp as he quickly grabs the strands at the root and holds my head taut, allowing me to breathe. The prickling sensation intensifies as I battle him and try to push my head forward.

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