Page 12 of Viparious

Moving the ice in random patterns over the swell of her chest, she drops down with eagerness. My movements turn lazy, watching my queen kiss my dick. She works down my length and flattens her palm on the inside of my knee before knocking my hand away from her chest and saying six words that have me ready to give her anything she wants.

“I want you to feel good.” She doesn’t move as her eyes soften with her plea, “Let me, Vladik.”

It feels deeper than her sucking my dick without me pulling her away, but I focus on the physical and sit back in my seat.

She takes the acceptance for what it is and puts her soft lips to work as she kisses each of my knees before going up my inner thigh. Her tongue pokes, tracing the seam of my balls, threatening to have me come on her face. It’s chased away by a knock on the door, and I roll the chair forward, trapping her under the desk.My hand automatically goes to the back of her head to make sure she’s safe, and the fucker doesn’t wait to be allowed in as the wood is slowly removed from its frame.

Dima’s ugly ass walks in, and Inessa wrecks me. Her lips don’t stop moving across my length, and she wraps her fingers around my dick. I tap her shoulder with my knee in warning when her warm mouth envelops my balls. Cupping her nape, I bring my other hand on top of the wood.

“Val got one of their hideouts, I don’t know if he’s paid for the information yet.”

I’m not listening to a single fucking word that leaves his mouth. My mind is solely focused on the lips under the desk.

A soft bite lands on my inner thigh and I blink into awareness. The only advantage of having his ugly mug in front of me is that it stops me from coming. My wife is working hard under the desk to counteract it and I sit taller to position my calves at her back. The underside of my knee is resting on top of her shoulders to deter her, but I married a stubborn fucking brat, and she presses her cheek to my thigh so I can feel her smirk.

“Do you have anything on the bastard or are you going to leave Val to pay whatever it is?” he repeats himself, his brows coming together.

Inessa pauses and hugs the outside of my thighs. Her cheek remains on my thigh as I try to work out what I’ve missed in the conversation. I can’t recall Dima saying a name, and my middle finger moves, touching my wife’s nape as I ask, “Which bastard?”

We’re surrounded by them, so he’s not being clear by using the descriptor. One name leaves him, and I nearly roll my eyes.

“Rian Court, he’s the one who found where they were hiding.”

That egotistical fuck won’t cause any harm when we have our agreements in place. His brother is friends with Vitali and Dani has business dealings with their family. So, I brush it away and Inessa takes that as confirmation to continue fucking with me. Dima takes a seat, making himself comfortable and decides now is the appropriate time for a conversation. Instead of being miserable and just grumbling words, he actually strings them together to form a sentence.

“So, what do you want to do about the rest of them?”

I want to fuck my wife’s face in fucking peace.

The smile touching my skin is sinister, and I clench every muscle as she takes my dick to the back of her throat.

She’s a fucking brat, so I cut off her air, holding her in place and locking her shoulders in with my knees. Maintaining a normal conversation is hard fucking work when she swallows around me, making my voice come out too rough.

“Don’t do anything, they’re all dead.”

Not sensing that I’m distracted by world-class head, he picks his dumb ass up and fucks off. The door isn’t fully closed, and my bark bounces off the walls.

“Close the fucking door.”

Hearing the click, I roll back out, dragging my bratty wife with me.Standing for better leverage, I fist her hair at the base of her scalp and the rough movements match my tone.

“Is this what you wanted, malysh?” Dragging her mouth up and down my dick, she nods, and I fuck her beautiful face. “You want me to lose control all the time.” It’s not a question, but she nods again and holds my thighs for support.

Sadness coats her features as I pull her off me, ready to fuck her.

“Are you soaked from choking on my dick?”

I can see the answer on her thighs, but I want to hear it. She flicks her tongue against the tip and answers in the most beautiful croak, “Yes, now come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Fuck me, she can give orders like that, and I’ll never fucking disobey.

Sticking her tongue out flat, I tap my dick against the pink muscle, watching my pre-cum mix with her spit. My brat seals her lips around me, and the room fills with her slurping as she sucks me down. Spit drips off her chin, and my hips move back automatically when her hand goes past my balls. She’s too aware of everything and takes her hands away, flattening them behind her. Extending her neck, silently wanting more, I push forward, and gratitude mixes with my lust.

Just like she said, she returns what I give her with interest and does something with her tongue that has my knees going weak. I’m rough, too rough when I’m fucking her face, but she moans and doesn’t move her eyes away from me. Her tits are pushed up from the position of her shoulders, and I can’t look away from her. My body seizes, my head falling back as I pull her closer until her lips are sealed around the base of my dick and come straight down her throat.

Cupping the back of her head as she keeps swallowing around me, I fall back, rocking the chair, pulling her with me. I can’t get a word out; I need her lips. The ones on her face are my first choice, but she stays and continues swallowing around me. I have to pull her off and grab her throat rather than using her hair. My palm pauses, and awe leaves me on a low breath.

“I can feel my dick through your throat.”

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