Page 10 of Viparious

She presses her soft lips to each of my knees over the eight-point stars, and her voice is husky, but her eyes carry a different meaning.

“I found something that’s worth it.”

She’s wicked, a temptation of what can never be, but I’ve never been a saint and hold my hand out, “Take your robe off.”

Obeying with an eye roll, she throws it at my hand.I won’t let the hard wood bite into her knees, she’s a queen, and I want her body comfortable while I test the boundaries of her throat. She scoffs as I fold the plush material into a rectangle and shakes her head.

“Do you want to do the laundry as well?!”

Ignoring her smart mouth, I kiss her forehead and widen my legs.

“Lift up, meelaya.”

Doing as she’s told with a crease between her brows, I slide the folded robe under her knees, and she softens.I take her hair tie from her wrist and comb my fingers through her hair so there’s nothing obstructing my view. But my hands linger, not wanting to let go of the strands. She doesn’t move and the brat disappears as she sits with her hands on her thighs. Softening my voice, it ends up coming out quieter.

“Do you need instructions, malysh?”

Taking it as an insult when I want her to say yes, she pulls my shorts down, freeing my dick. My fingers tighten against her scalp as I stop her and need her to lie.

“Tell me you practiced on fruit or your fingers.”

The thought of anyone having her makes my jaw tic. She just grimaces and ignores what I need as she wraps her fingers around me. The brand on her finger has fully healed, and it’s currently adding to the image of my wife stroking me as she argues.

“I wasn’t deepthroating a banana in my room in anticipation of becoming the perfect wife for you.”

She’s crazy. There’s no other explanation for her consistent need to make me think about anyone else touching her, and she tightens her fingers around my length as I pull her up two inches so she’s not able to rest on her knees for stability.

“You have a filthy fucking mouth. Use it wisely, Inessa.”

I will gladly rid the world of its male population on my way out of it so no one fucking touches her, and she’s insane to think otherwise. For once, she doesn’t argue and continues stroking me as she curls her other hand around my nape and seals her lips over mine.

Her promise is fed into my mouth alongside her loyalty, and I could become intoxicated on her. Neither of us even notice as her fingers loosen around me and I’m two seconds away from lifting her up and laying her across my desk to feast when she breaks the connection of our lips on a moan. Her lips are pink, eyes dazed, and her smile is hypnotic. It settles into her voice as she softly says, “Sit back, lapachka.”

I’ve been hard since her lips touched mine and my beautiful queen plans on torturing me. She ghosts her fingertips up my length as she circles the tip with her tongue, and the brat is back.

“Tell me if I need instructions after you’ve come down my throat.”

Massaging her scalp, she moves forward and teases my slit. Physically Inessa is on her knees, but it may as well be a fucking throne under her with the power she radiates.

I don’t move, letting her go at her own pace and loving the way she looks up at me as she gets comfortable. Her eyes darken as she slowly, painstakingly slowly, presses the flat of her tongue against my slit, collecting my precum. I fight the urge in my hands to push her head down and wrap the hair tie around the strands to keep them busy. The wicked thing smirks and looks proud of herself as she sits taller. She doesn’t suck me in fully and only allows her tongue to flirt with the tip as I comb my fingers through her hair then wrap it around my fist.

Finding a way to run her mouth when it should be full of me, she strokes me from base to tip, twisting her hand and trying to taunt me.

“You want to fuck my face, don’t you, lapachka? I can feel your fingers pulsing with the urge.”

I’ve never lost control with her, but she’s fucking with it and making me want to. Pushing away the urge to physically shut her up, I give her the option to put her mouth to better use.

“If you’re scared you won’t be able to do what you said, I can come on your face instead.”

It works, and she shuffles forward, wrapping her soft lips around me. I groan, “Fuck, malysh, I finally like your mouth.”

Taking more of me into her mouth, she hollows her cheeks and keeps her eyes locked on me. The vixen winks up at me as she bobs her head, the sound of my dick hitting the back of her mouth has me on edge, and I can see her skin pinch at her hairline from how hard I’m holding her hair. My voice darkens as I cup the back of her head to reduce the strain against her scalp.

“Take me in your throat, I’m making it mine.”

The first sign that she’s about to ruin me comes as she widens her lips, the skin stretched taut at the sides as her spit escapes, and she rests her palms flat against my chest as if she’s bowing to me. On her knees, mouth open wide, she is bowing to me, and my hips move of their own volition as she takes more of me in her mouth. My head falls back on a low curse needing a reprieve in order to function.

“Fuuucccck.” Awe wraps itself around my low admission. “Ftot rot - moye proklyatiye1.”

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