Page 18 of Vengeance

He whispers in my ear, “The dozen times you came earlier weren’t enough?”

“Nope,” I reply, making sure to pop my lips with the p sound, unashamed by my desire.

“I might actually not be able to keep up with you.”

“You’re admitting to it?” I ask with a feigned gasp.

“I said might.”

He slowly backs me into the wall. If I weren’t pregnant, he almost certainly would have slammed me into it. But he’s being careful. If I didn’t love him already, I’m sure I would now.

His hand slips between my legs and he rumbles, “One more. Then we have to leave.”

“Three more.”

“We’re already late, Bell.”

“Two.”

He doesn’t say yes, but he doesn’t say no either as he sinks two of his fingers into my hole and begins to thrust while making sure the palm of his hand slaps my clit every time they go back inside me.

I let out a sigh of pleasure and grind myself into his hand as he fucks me.

Fuck, I’ve never needed him to make me come so badly. Even after earlier tonight, the desire hasn’t waned. And that’s saying something considering that was probably the best fucking sex of my life. The intensity of it all. How overwhelming it was but it still not being enough. Still being able to take more. The only reason I let Viper stop is that I got too tired to chase it.

But I’m rested now. More rested than I have been in a while, and I want all that Viper can give me tonight. For once, I know I can take it. And I don’t know if having it will sate me for the next couple of months until I give birth or make my desire so much worse because I’ve tasted what it’s like.

He hasn’t thrust that many times before I’m falling apart on his fingers, my hands grabbing the front of his jacket. My hard, pointed nipples pressing against the fabric of his shirt.

I want to tear his shirt off right now. I want him to be as naked as me and come all over his face as he eats my pussy again, but Viper’s not going to risk losing this dealer.

He does keep going, though. Puts a third finger in me to work me to a second orgasm on his fingers, allowing the orgasm to finish and me to finish moaning before he pulls his hand away, kisses my lips, and says, “Now go get ready.”

I pout as he backs away from me. Even more so when he begins to lick my come off his fingers without breaking eye contact with me.

“What kind of ass teases the woman carrying his baby like this?”

He shrugs, continuing to lick his fingers clean.

“Go get dressed, Bell. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“I’m going to need thirty. I can’t move as fast as I used to… Unless you come help?” I ask hopefully.

“Not falling for that trap.”

I sigh and go get ready.

“You’re going as Dele, by the way,” Viper shouts into the room for me to hear from the bathroom. “No blonde wig tonight.”

I lose track of how long it takes me to get ready. But long enough that I know it’s longer than the unreasonable fifteen minutes that Viper gave me, especially since I had to wash and dry my actually hair after I took my wig off.

When I come out the room in my dress and the comfortable flat but stylish shoes Viper got for me with my hair tumbling down my back, Viper walks up to me, takes me into his arms, and puts his hand on my disguised pregnant belly.

“Look at you,” he says, leaning his forehead onto mine. “All grown up and swollen with my seed. About to have my baby and become my wife.”

“I didn’t agree to that last part,” I remind.

“Semantics.”

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