Page 15 of Vengeance

“Theneverythingwill be fine.”

“You know how much can happen between now and a delivery with a person who has a non-scarred reproductive system?”

“Everything will be fine. I’ll make sure it’s fine.”

“Viper—”

“And if it’s not, I’ll die for making you feel safe when you weren’t.”

She still doesn’t believe me. I can see it in her eyes. But she does give a small nod and smile as she says, “Such a drama king.”

I ignore her as I caress her stomach, still disbelieving and still a little apprehensive myself despite my reassurances. This changes a lot. Fuck, we’re in the middle of a war that we’re ostensibly on different sides of. Everything is almost in place for a takeover except for a few key figures that I can’t easily get to and is going to inevitably just end in all out fighting with Pray’s militias and ours. Hence dealing with this dealer. And if that doesn’t work out, I’m working on another idea, but… well, there’s no guarantee on that one.

“Nope,” Dele suddenly says, taking my hands off her stomach. “You can be awed and mesmerized later. Right now. You’re going to fuck me.”

I chuckle and say, “Someone’s very forward today.”

“Maybe. But I’ve never needed sex so badly in my life, and even though you shouldn’t be here for a thousand reasons, you are,and I might as well take advantage of it.”

Even without being pregnant, Dele was always one to take what she wanted when she was sure of it, so I’m not surprised when she grabs me by the collar to urge me back down to her. Gently. So as not to crush the baby.

I pick up where I left off, kissing her neck and the top of her chest, between her breasts through her dress, down the curve of her bare stomach all the way down and around to the sweet, wet heat of her pussy.

I’d intended to take it slow. To relish every moment of this short time with her. But she clearly needs what only I can give her. And I may be an ass, but not so much of an ass that I’d deny my pregnant fiancée what she clearly needs right now.

I lift up enough to remove her panties before burying my head between her legs and putting my mouth to her pussy.

She’s already so wet, and I haven’t done anything to her yet.

“You really did want this,” I mutter.

Her hand comes to my head and pushes my mouth back to her.

“Stop talking and start eating.”

I obey, covering her with my mouth, and immediately concentrating on the swollen nub of her clit.

Dele lets out a loud moan, grinding her hips forward and pushing her pussy closer to my mouth and tongue. I’ve haven’t been sucking or licking her for even a minute before I feel her seize under me and lift her hips as she moans through an orgasm.

Fuck, she’s never come this fast before. Knowing how much she’s needed and wanted this only makes me feel the same, and I need to fuck her with my cock just as desperately. How did she stand this for even a few moments, let alone months?

She keeps her hand on my head to keep my mouth pressed against her clit when normally I’d have to make her let me keep going after making her come that hard. I decide to take advantage. To see what peaks of pleasure I can get her to in a short period of time when I have her cooperation like this.

I make her come twice, thrice, four times and am working on the fifth time when she says breathily, “Viper…”

I lift my mouth off her clit enough to say, “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she says immediately. “I’m just hot. I need you to help me take my clothes off.”

I sit up to help her get rid of the layers that I can only imagine she’s wearing to disguise her pregnancy. A cardigan. A dress that pulls away from her stomach. A tank top beneath that.

When she’s finally naked, she tries to push me back down between her legs. But I don’t let her, taking the chance to strip myself naked too. When I’m done, I settle between her legs, and drag her forward from the pillows she was propped up on to align her pussy with my cock.

“Not like this,” she says shaking her head and sitting up. “This is going to hurt my back.”

“How then?”

She pauses to look around the room before urging me off the couch and then slowly swinging her legs around to plant her feet on the floor. She takes a moment to catch her breath before carefully lowering to her knees on the floor and turning to face the seat of the couch. Then she leans the top of her torso onto the soft cushions with her arms crossed.

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