Page 13 of Viparious

She lets me go, and I have enough energy to pull her up. She stiffens as I try to seal my lips over hers, so I change course and abruptly turn her around. Her ass is in the air as she folds over my desk and catches herself with her hands on the leather blotter.

She’s dripping down her thighs and my tongue cleans up my dirty queen.Her cunt opens up for me easily as I push two fingers inside her. The moans leaving her swollen lips are melodious and I suck her clit between my teeth, wanting more. Fucking Inessa isn’t about the act or release, it’s about her. I want everything she has to offer, to see her break apart and scream for me. The only screams she will ever form are due to pleasure and it’s the only time I’ll be the source of them.

Fucking her with my fingers, I kiss up the back of her thighs and rake my teeth over her beautiful ass. I’m mesmerized, watching her rock back and fuck herself. I’m hard again just from the sight alone and lift her off the desk so her back is to my chest. She groans, mourning the loss of my fingers and turns her head with her mouth already open to spit some fucking bullshit. I knock the argument away. It’s replaced by a scream as I sit her on the only thing she needs — my dick.

She sings my name and holds on to my neck as I hook her knees over my elbows and my lips dance up her neck,

“Play with your pretty little clit for me, malysh.”

Her eyes roll back as she nods, and she moves too slowly. My dick pistons in and out of her tight cunt, her walls clenching and massaging every inch as I bite into her neck and palm her tits with both hands. She doesn’t do as she’s told and arches her back, rolling her hips and threading her fingers behind my head with a claim.

“Vlad, you feel so good, fuck.”

I help my wife get the release we both need to witness, and drape one leg over the arm of the chair. She moans low in her throat as I slap the tips of my fingers off her swollen clit.Need darkens my voice, and she digs her nails into my neck with a whimper.

“Do you want me to fill your cunt with cum?” Slowing my movements so she can feel every part of my dick, Inessa turns to me with a pout and nods. “Say it, beg me, moya koroleva2.”

She wrecks me with the softest longing I’ve ever heard against my lips. “Please, Vlad, I need you to come in me.”

Grinding down, she rests her head on my shoulder, begging to the sky. “Oh fuck. More. Missed you.”

Biting her shoulder in agreement, of both statements, I hold her climax hostage, until she gives me what I want.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I grit. “That your cunt is mine, and you belong to me.”

Her hand comes back up as I press against her stomach, and she holds my bicep, groaning, “Only if you’re mine.”

I’ve never belonged to anyone, I never will. But the closest anyone will get is the woman in my arms, and I nod into her neck, feeling her pulse against my lips.

I should know better than to ever think Inessa will let me have a reprieve. Even now, she adds a caveat that’s not needed.

“I’m yours for?—”

Cutting it off, her knee touches my shoulder as I fold her in half and grip her throat. My thrusts are brutal, chasing away the anger she stoked. I want this woman, in my bed, and in my life. I’ve woken up to her once and every other morning of my life has been fucking empty in comparison.

Biting her neck to stop from asking for more, she convulses and shakes in my arms with my name on her tongue.

“Fuck! Vlad!”

The force of her climax has her dropping down, burying my dick inside her fully as she massages me with her inner walls pulsing. It pulls my cum from me. I can’t control myself and cross my arms over her, keeping us attached as my heart races as though it’s about to give out.

1 That mouth is my curse

2 My queen

FOUR

Inessa

My devious teddy bear has covered me with the robe laid over me like a blanket and my head is resting against his heart as I stare up at him. I don’t make the mistake of commenting on his looks again. He has a mirror so knows and whatever fucked up place it sent him to last time won’t be revisited because of me.His heart is still beating erratically as he gently threads his fingers through my hair to massage my scalp. I’m wrapped in him, and he picks my legs up to place them over his thigh before slightly reclining in his seat. It’s not enough to be vertical, just enough so I’m comfortable and my head naturally falls in the perfect position to stare at him.

I think I’m falling in love with the devil.

Having Vlad is like owning the sun, it’s never going to be obtainable, and I’ll only burn myself in the process. But without him, it’s too dark and not sustainable for life.

I kiss his chest so I can feel his heartbeat against my lips. His fingers massaging my scalp pause and his eyes soften. His hands are rough as he cups my cheek, his thumb massaging against my jaw with the perfect amount of pressure that would be uncomfortable if he were to do it slightly harder.

I want him. Not just a title, I wanthim. I want everything and for this to be real. So, I torture myself and whisper, “Have you ever been in love?”

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