“Yes, Adrian.”
I let myself continuing to bite at her skin be my response, finally beginning to tug her dress down, but only a few inches at a time, exposing hot skin and biting every inch of it.
Finally, her arms are out the dress and I’ve covered her entire back in bites. So I pull her dress the down her hips and let it fall to pool around her feet on the floor. The holster she always wears to keep her guns on her when she wears dresses follows, leaving her in nothing but her shoes and a strapless bra.
I reach between her legs from behind. Before I even plunge my two fingers into her, I feel her arousal slick on her warm thighs. When I insert my fingers into her tight wet hole, I almost abandon all thought of dragging this out anymore from being so painfully hard for her again.
Almost.
Because when she feels my fingers in her, Dele moans, “Viper,” and I can’t let her get away with that. Before the night is over, she’ll have forgotten that name.
But I can’t hold out that long, so I whip her around to me and force her to her knees. Without warning, I shove my cock into her mouth. She gags around it. I only give her time to brace her hands against my hips before I grab her hair and begin to bob her mouth back and forth on my cock.
It’s not as hot and tight as her pussy would be but it’s hot and tight enough.
“Bell,” I moan.
She moans over my cock, having gained her bearings as I continue to deepthroat her. She keeps moaning around my cock. Louder and Louder. The vibrations traveling through my entire body. Feeling like she’s consumed my entire body until I come in her mouth, shooting my come deep down her throat, making her choke and gag again. But Dele, my stubborn Bell, manages to take it like she always does and doesn’t spill a drop.
I take my cock out her mouth and look down at her.
She’s managed to somehow get her bra and shoes off without me noticing, leaving her completely bare to me. Her hair is a mess. Her makeup is ruined. Her eyes, still jeweled around the perimeter, are shiny, and dried tears stain her cheek from gagging around my cock. Her mouth is messy with saliva. Her dark nipples are hard and pointed and one of her hands is between her thighs trying to rub herself off but to no avail because what she wants, what sheneedsis my cock again. Yet she still looks as much like a goddess from heaven as she did when she walked down the aisle to me earlier today.
“Beg,” I demand.
“Please Vi—” I raise an eyebrow. “Adrian. Please. Fuck me again with your cock. I need you.”
“That’s not all you want, though. Is it?”
“Hurt me, Adrian. Hurt me and don’t hold back.”
It’s not begging or even a request. But fuck it. I don’t feel like being picky.
I put my hand around her neck, snatch her up off the ground, and slam her onto the bed. I shove her legs open, but instead of ramming into her like she probably expects, I slap her glistening pussy. Hard.
She yowls in pain. Or pleasure. Or both. I’m not sure she can tell the difference right now. I slap her pussy again. She cries out again. I keep going, never letting up. Her entire body trembles and shakes from the sensations.
“I want to hear you say my name,” I growl, pausing my strikes.
She tries to clamp her legs together to bring herself release. I force her to keep them open.
“Adrian,” she mutters.
“Say it again.”
“Adrian.”
“Now don’t stop,” I command and continue to slap her pussy.
She doesn’t, and I reward her.
She comes with one final slap to her pussy, her come squirting out of her so hard it coats my chest and splashes onto my face, and without even thinking, I’m pounding my cock into her hole that’s somehow tighter than it was before.
She’s been reduced to putty as I pound into her. The only things leaving her lips being the barely coherent whimpering of my name.
“Yes, Bell. That’s it. Keep saying it,” I say and then have to stop because I can’t focus on words when her heat is consuming my entire being like this.
Her hands reach for me, and reach back. Pulling her to sit up. Giving her what she wants and what I want and pressing her hot sweaty body against mine.