Page 23 of Vengeance

I take him by surprise and manage to flip him over onto his back so that I’m the one straddling him.

His expression betrays his surprise, and I laugh and say, “Just because I’m huge and less fast right now doesn’t mean I can’t still pull off my tricks.”

I lean down and press my lips to his, shoving my tongue into his mouth before he can do anything. The taste of alcohol lingers in his mouth as I explore it with my tongue.

Usually, me doing something like this is an attempt at gaining control. But tonight, none of what I’m about to do is about control. Tonight is about pleasing him and seeing to his needs. Just like he does so much and goes out of his way to please me and see to my needs. Even when he’s hiding it behind selfishness or being a general ass.

I pull my lips away, not having the breath capacity to kiss much longer right now, and move slowly down his jaw and neck until my face is level with his pecs and nipples. I cover one of the nipples with my mouth. He jerks under me slightly from the sensation and I look up to make sure it’s okay. Because for all that Viper has explored every single inch of my body over the years, I haven’t had to chance to properly explore his.

“Is that okay?” I ask softly while deliberately grazing my fingernails over the side of his chest.

“Yes,” he replies hoarsely, chest heaving up and down.

I smile and lower my mouth back onto his nipple, trying different things. Listening to his breath and moans and feeling the way his body squirms or twitches to figure out what he likes. Eventually, I find a rhythm, playing with his nipple with my tongue. Nipping it with my teeth. Taking as much tight skin into my mouth as I can and sucking as hard as I can until I can’t anymore and letting go, eliciting a choked groan from him.

I move to the other nipple, but my hands are restless. So I reach up to play with the other nipple in my hand. His pecs are pronounced and meaty but not made for me to grab onto the way a woman’s breasts are. So I reach down into his pants and grab his cock instead.

It’s hot. Thick. Hard. Exactly the way I like it when it’s inside me. I’m almost tempted to stop and sit my pussy on it.

Instead of sitting on his cock, though, I pump it in my hand, not particularly keeping any rhythm or paying attention to what I’m doing beyond letting my hand do whatever it wants. Viper doesn’t complain. In fact, his breaths become more labored. His groans become loader and his hand finds its way to my hair, keeping my mouth securely attached to him.

Viper’s hips jerk as he begins to pump his cock further into my hand while I resort to simply sucking on his nipple as hard as I can and concentrating more on massaging his cock.

A growl rips from Viper’s throat and he says, “Fuck. Bell.”

And then he comes so hard his seed shoots all the way up until it hits my chin and chest. He’s still hard afterward, though, which tells me all his anger from earlier isn’t released. That adrenaline is still running through his veins. It’s good and well, though. Because I lift my head off his nipple and sit up to position myself to sit on his cock.

I let out a pleased sigh as I say, “You feel so good.”

His cock inside me still feels as exquisite as it did earlier that night. The multiple orgasms having done nothing to sate my desire for him. Nothing to make me grow tired of the feel of him inside him. Because despite all the toys I’ve tried to use over the past few months, there’s nothing like having hot sweaty skin pressed again me as I bounce up and down on his cock, chasing both our pleasure.

My hips start to ache with the movement of bouncing up and down, and I start to feel the ache of exhaustion over my body from the exertion. But I need the high of an orgasm more than I want or need rest right now. So I adjust my movement to a more rocking back and forth on Viper’s cock, which lets me rub my clit back and forth against his skin at the same time.

Either Viper figures out that I’m getting tired or the change in motion isn’t enough for him because he grabs my hips and to stop me and lifts me up off his cock. Or he tries as I resist in protest.

“No,” I pant and then have to take another breath. “I want to do this for you.”

He pulls me down toward him, lifting to meet me halfway, and kisses me before saying, “You already do enough for me, Bell.”

Then he manages to get me off him and maneuver so that he’s behind me as I kneel sitting up on the bed. Then he rams his cock into me. My entire body shudders with pleasure, and while his cock ramming into me is still as good as ever, I miss having his hot chest pressed against mine. My hard, pointed nipples on his chest, holding me close as he rams into me. But the baby in my belly is too big for that now.

So I settle with leaning my back towards Viper and saying, “Please. Hold me.”

He does, wrapping an arm around my sensitive breasts and pulling me close to him so that my back is pressed to his chest. So that I can melt into his embrace like I always have while he does the work of bringing us both to pleasure.

I crane my neck around, wanting to feel closer still, even though we’re as close as two people possibly can be with his cock inside my pussy. He understands what I want and leans his head forward to press his lips on mine.

His lips kissing mine is what sends me over the edge, make come hard around his cock while his mouth catches my loud moan.

Viper then lets me go, and I fall forward on my elbows completely spent as he continues to ram into my pussy while I ride the lingering quakes of my orgasm. Suddenly, Viper’s hand grips my shoulder with the same grip that he might have gripped my hips if he weren’t being so conscious of the baby. And then his grip tightens as he rips out a vicious roar and comes inside me, riding it out with a few more weak thrusts until it’s over, and he pulls out of me.

I crawl up the bed to lie down properly. Viper simply moves to sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair as he says, “Worn out already? And to think I thought I wasn’t going to be able to keep up with you.”

I’d normally take that as a challenge. But I’m too exhausted to care and say, “Yay. You win.”

“How about we call it a stalemate? Doesn’t feel like a win when you’re not in your peak fighting condition.”

He lays down next to me and holds me in his arms until I fall asleep.

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