Page 77 of Viper
He snorts, “Funny,” and walks over to me, and of course, I eye him up like a piece of meat, my name large on his side, covered in sweat, my main focus.
My clit throbs, and the need for him builds despite his making love to me in the shower this morning.
Who knew pregnancy hormones make you hornier?
“Talk to me,” he whispers when close and pushes my legs apart before standing between them.
Very gently, he runs his fingers through my hair, and we lock eyes. Instantly, I’m hooked, as I always am. I can’t help it, they hold such love that it makes me melt every time.
“Do you miss fighting?” I ask, changing the subject, and he smirks, seeing right through me, but admits, “Not really, but I think it helps that you got to see me fight once, even though it ended shitty with that bitch.”
I hum as I gently grip his hips, not breaking eye contact.
“I was terrified during that fight, you let him hurt you a lot before taking him down,” I whisper, not willing to speak abouther.
She’s dead, gone, no longer a part of our lives.
He nods as his eyes race between mine before admitting, “I was hurting a lot at that point, shorty, I just didn’t know how to overcome it all. Which is why, when I killed that fucker you slept with, I needed to leave for a while before I ended up killing someone in the ring.”
I swallow hard and reply, “I consciously allowed it, despite the drug he gave me, I said yes out loud when I was thinking of you,” his jaw tenses but I carry on knowing we need to get this out, “I was being called a whore Jaylen, so I thought why not be one but-but as soon as he had finished, I sobered up and realized what I had done.”
My tears fall, causing him to grip my hair tightly, his eyes showing concern.
I admit, “I vomited before I called an Uber to take me to the furthest pharmacy for the morning after pill, despite him using protection. The woman refused to serve me because I couldn’t remember when my period was.”
Our daughter moves between us, and he gently rubs his hand over my bump.
“That’s part of your guilt,” he confirms, “Why you thought you weren’t good enough to be her mama, because you potentially could have caused harm to her with the pill.”
“Yes,” I admit quietly, “I didn’t realize at first, I focused on the fact Cherri didn’t want me, on the fact I slept with someone else, the fact I pushed you away so easily, I focused on the fact I became a cutter.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his eyes racing between mine before he states, “I forgave you because I love you, shorty,” my tears fall again, “We weren’t together, you were hurting, I was hurting,we both messed up physically and emotionally. We both tried to run away from our hurt, our pain,” he cups my cheek while his hand in my hair tightens, “But we both came back together again despite everything. The day I found you, I came to demand you fight for us, to spend the rest of your life fighting for us because that is what I was going to do and I’ll continue to do it because I love you so fucking much.”
“I won’t screw up our daughter?” I confirm quietly, and he softens.
“Baby, you are going to be the best mama in the whole world for our little girl. You’ll be her comfort, her protector, her everything, and I have no doubt, you’ll smash it and this time next year, you’ll be demanding we try for baby number two. And most importantly everything that has happened and the urge to cut will be behind you.”
I snort before leaning my upper body into him before whispering, “I love you too,” and he grins before pressing his lips against mine in a soft kiss, then murmurs, “We’ll get through this, shorty, because we’re meant to be.”
I melt and kiss him again, harder this time as I wrap my arms around his back, keeping him close to me, and Jaylen gently bites my bottom lip and whispers, “I want you, shorty…” before sucking my lip into his mouth, which makes my clit throb with need.
Well, he doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I kiss him again, shoving my tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his as I move my hands from around his back to between us, gently pushing down his shorts.
He moans as he tilts my head with the grip he has in my hair and deepens the kiss while I grip his cock, gently stroking it as I squeeze. The need to get to my knees and take him in my mouth hits hard, but Jaylen has other ideas.
Moving his arms around my back while keeping a tight grip of my hair, he pulls me forward so my butt is half off the ring before he pushes my hand away, shoves my dress up and grips my panties.
I gasp into his mouth as tears echo before coldness hits my wet center, which is quickly replaced by the tip of his cock, and he thrusts forward, taking me in one to the hilt.
I break the kiss and throw my head back, slapping my hands on the ring floor to keep me up as pleasure shoots through me, my walls gripping him tightly to keep him in.
“Fuck, seeing that look on your face, it never gets old,” he grunts and we lock eyes but before I can say anything in return, my mouth instead opens with a gasped pleasure as he pulls out, leaving only the tip in. He thrusts forward hard before starting a rhythm while tilting his hips to hit that magic spot deep inside giving me the best pleasure as my arousal spreads between us and trying to keep myself up becomes more difficult, the pleasure building higher and higher each time he hits my g-spot.
Not once do we break eye contact or does his grip loosen in my hair, as he screws me hard and fast without a care in the world if someone walks in. Even though I know he’ll be pissed if someone sees us like this.
The moment is intense and oh-so-perfect.
