Page 66 of Vice

She does. Pulls her hand back to rest on her thigh. Legs still shaking from being so close. Chest still heaving. Pussy glistening. Right where I want her.

“I love how eager you are to please me with your pussy,” I say.

The smile she gives me manages to be smug despite her state right now.

I take my cock out my pants and begin to stroke it. It will never stop amazing me what she can do to me when I’m not even inside her.

“This time, I want you to fuck your pussy hole with your fingers. Fuck yourself with your fingers until you come and don’t stop.”

She immediately complies, reaching down, inserting three of her fingers inside herself and getting to work thrusting back and forth.

She immediately begins to pant for breath, somehow in tandem with my own breath as I fuck my cock into my hand. Her legs are quaking again. Her feet curling this time. Her head tossing back into the bed as she gets close.

“Go faster. Harder. And keep your eyes on me, Bell.”

It takes some effort on her part, but she manages to comply with keeping her eyes on me, gripping into the comforter beneath her to keep herself from arching up and breaking the contact.

The sound of her breaths. Her fingers fucking into her while her palm manages to slap against her clit with every thrust. The smell of sweat and pussy in the air. It all engulfs me and my cock as much as my hand does as I thrust into it.

She cries out as she comes. Hard. Wetness squirting out of her and soaking into the comforter beneath her. It’s still not enough yet.

“Keep going,” I demand. “Don’t. You. Stop.”

If it takes her any effort or is uncomfortable for her, she doesn’t show it as she continues to fuck herself with her hand.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Viper, I—”

Juices squirt from out of her again, but she keeps going, and I don’t stop her.

She comes again, and this time it’s exactly what I want. Wetness gushes from her and fuck it doesn’t stop. I’m not even annoyed when she can’t maintain eye contact as she tosses her head back and her body arches off the bed. And then I come, my seed coming in bursts so hard that my hand isn’t enough to contain it. Not as though I’m bothering to try to contain it, so focused on how fucking intense it is that I just let it go wherever the fuck it goes.

But as with all things when it comes to Dele, I am never fully sated.

I strip off my clothes and move to hover over her on the bed.

“You said whatever I like, right?”

“Yes,” she says without hesitation. Without reservation. Without fear.

“You know what I like when we fuck?”

“What?”

“I like it when you fight me. I like it when you fight and fight until you can’t fight anymore and are forced to give in and let me dominate you.”

I put my hand around her throat. Her eyes light up in excitement.

“Fight me, Dele. Make it hard on me. Make me force you to take my cock.”

I squeeze her neck.

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