Page 37 of Viparious

“I love your hands on me.”

The confession is rewarded with my teeth in her neck, and I pull her lips apart with two fingers to get a better view.

Squeezing the sides of her neck, my lips brush her ear with every slow syllable as we’re both mesmerized, staring between her thighs.

“See that, malysh? That’s what a stretched pussy looks like, the way your tight cunt is wrapped around my dick and there’s no fucking space.”

Bringing two fingers up, she holds them against my lips, and I don’t need an instruction. Sucking them into my mouth, I lather them with spit.

Tracing her features through the mirror, I realize she’s my weakness. She’s sat on my dick — the image is right in front of me — but I can’t pull my gaze away from her face. My lips pepper any part of her I can reach, from her shoulder to her to her cheek and temple. They’re filled with apology and thanks because I know this moment won’t last. I need to sever it.I can’t have weaknesses or bonds, and it’s safer to destroy them now before she gets hurt.

Softening my hand around her throat, the thought changes. It’s selfish as fuck. But maybe I could have her until death. Keep my weakness a secret, harden it so no one knows, so I can have this queen as my only living peace.My lips pause on her shoulder, the only part of me in view are my eyes, and she is my direct opposite. Dark eyes against my blue, blonde hair against my black.

A kind, warm heart against my desolate chest.

In another life, I’d keep her.

In another life, I’d have everything without any need for retribution.

I tighten my arm around her, hugging her to me, and keep my lips against her shoulder. To keep her, this, for a little longer.

A needy whimper snaps me back to reality as Inessa tries not to come. She’s adorable as she turns to me with a pout, but she needs to witness what I do.

“Look at how you soak my dick, meelaya.”

The tears lining her lashes are knocked loose as she nods to herself, and she circles her clit with her spit-soaked fingers. Choked screams and tears stare back at me as she climaxes so hard little spurts squeeze out around my dick.

Digging her nails into my nape hard enough to draw blood, she doesn’t stop convulsing and shaking with her release. I turn her chin towards me and pass her my apology with my tongue as I need more of her, something deeper, and something to stop me promising what I can’t give. Salty tears slip into my mouth but they’re not from pain, yet. Crossing my arms under her tits, I tightly hug her to me while my head chants gratitude and my every wish.

Thank you for giving me peace amongst chaos.

I would have given you everything if it hadn’t already been taken from me.

Be happy and don’t hate me for taking your time.

Like she can hear my unvoiced confessions, she holds on to me and returns her own thoughts with her tongue. It’s emotion and I sit taller, grinding her against me refusing to let her go. Her lips skim my cheek as I give her pleasure before the pain.

I never meant to get attached to you.

Don’t forget that you’re a queen.

Stay mine even when I’m dead.

Her inner walls squeeze even tighter, they pulse massaging my dick and she begs into my skin.

“Come for me, Vladik.”

As though she commands me, every muscle in my body seizes, and I slap my fingers off her clit, needing her release at the same time. She does it and accepts the only thing I can give her as I come. My heart is racing, not due to physical exertion, but I feel like I’ve just taken advantage of her body despite my continuous need to voice this will end.

Her soft lips dance across my jaw until they’re back on mine, and she attempts to breathe life into me. It doesn’t end while we wait for the world to start spinning again.I continue giving her my gratitude, feeding into her mouth while silently begging her to become a bitch so I don’t have to see hurt in her eyes.

Moving across her jaw, I try to stop anything leaving. It doesn’t help and my tongue moves in an almost soundless whisper in the crook of her neck.

“Ty moya luchshaya oshibka1.”

Soft, dark eyes land on me, and my queen opens her mouth with the same energy.

“Vlad? I?—”

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