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He doesn’t. He stands up and I crawl backward onto the bed as I watch him take off his pants, as his hard cock comes into my view and my pussy grows wetter than it already is. I need it in me. But I’ll get to that later.

Viper gets on the bed, lies down with his head near the foot of the bed. I crawl back up the bed and then straddle his face, aligning my pussy with his mouth. Watch myself sink down until his mouth is back on my pussy. Watch as I ride my his mouth. Watch as he takes it and tries to match my rhythm with his tongue. Watch as my hands reach for something to grab. As my eyes spot the large tattoo of the grim reaper that covers his entire right arm. As I grab onto that arm, lock my fingers through his larger ones and hold onto it for purchase as my legs begin to shudder, and I feel myself start to come again.

I let out a groan as I come and my come leaks out of me and into Viper’s eagerly waiting mouth. I keep going. I don’t care if he finds it hard to breathe right now. I don’t care if Viper thinks he can take it or not. He’s going to.

He can.

He will.

I come once more. And, fuck, it should be enough. But, it’s not. I need his cock.

I lift off his face. Watch myself in the mirror as I drag my wet pussy down his defined chest and leave a trail of come down his body. Watch him watch me watch myself as I do it. Until I finally drag it down past his cock. Rather than putting it inside me immediately, I push it back so that it’s pointed toward his face, then I put the length of it between my pussy lips and drag myself up, back and forth.

I want to see his reaction more than I want to see myself. So I take my eyes off the mirror to look at his face. By the groans coming out his mouth, the way his chest is heaving, his intense gaze on me, the way he’s gripping the sheets, it’s taking everything in him to restrain himself. He wants to grab me, force his already leaking cock into my pussy. It’s a dangerous game to play. A more exciting game.

But while I may be powerful and unstoppable, he’s an unmovable object. And what do they say about when an unstoppable force meets and an unmovable object? I don’t really know. And I don’t really care. All I care about is this moment. With him under my control.

“I’m going to ride your cock,” I state.

Viper only manages to barely nod, and I can’t help letting out an unhinged laugh at how much he’s struggling. Guess I’ll put him out his misery.

Some.

I finally lift up, allowing his cock to stand straight up. Then I sink my hole down onto him. I watch myself in the mirror again this time, not needing to look at Viper to know that the slowness with which I sink onto him is driving him insane.

Finally, I’m sheathed all the way on him, and I begin to ride him. Slow and leisurely. Because even though I need this, I’m too sensitive to bring myself to do it any faster. The buildup for this orgasm has to be slow.

Viper doesn’t like that.

He grabs at my hips, tries to hold me so he can pound up into me.

Before I can stop myself, I reach forward and slap him.

He looks as surprised as I feel initially. I’m not usually the one to initiate violence during sex even though I’m always ready to take it.

Then I frown and say, “You’re going to wait on me.”

I don’t expect him to like that, and he probably doesn’t somewhere deep down and is planning his revenge for this. But in the moment, he just smirks and says, “Yes,Vicious.”

While I call him by his codename all the time, Viper never calls me by mine. Mostly calling me by the nickname he gave me, Bell, or by Dele when wants me to get a point. I wonder if he feels the same way I feel right now when I call him Viper.

“Good boy,” I say as I continue to ride him.

My orgasm builds up inside me as I slowly rock and bounce on Viper’s cock. And then it’s not slow. Despite my pace, all of a sudden it reaches a fever pitch and I watch myself fold onto Viper, brace my hands on his chest as I come. And right on time. Because as soon as I’ve come, I feel Viper come beneath me. Or maybe because I came, he came. Regardless, I allow it. Because, finally, I’m sated.

More than sated. I feel like myself again. Better than myself. Or maybe I was always like this and just didn’t know it.

Although I have no intentions of coming again, I’m not particularly hurried to get off his cock and wait until I’ve milked all the powerful things I’m feeling and it’s just something lingering that I know I can feel again when wanted. Then I lift myself off his cock.

Later when, we’re getting cleaned up together for a second time, this time in the shower, Viper asks me, “Did you see it?”

I don’t need to ask him what he means.

“I did,” I reply. Then I bat my eyes at him and say, “Thank you.”

He still doesn’t know what to do with someone’s gratitude, even after all these years. Though, certainly for different reasons now.

So instead of doing the simple thing and sayingyou’re welcome, he huffs and says, “It wasn’t for you. You’re just infinitely more entertaining when you’re not sulking.”

I roll my eyes and turn my back to him under the shower stream.

“Sure, Viper.”

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