She pales. Mercedez directs Candy outside. Viper grabs my hips and turns me around to face him. He has one of his grins on his face, but adrenaline is still firing through my veins.
“You let her touch you like that?” I say through deep breaths. He chuckles, and it irks me.
“Everything’s okay. I think she needed to get her anger out and tell me what she wanted to say.”
I shake my head. “She touches you like that again… I’ll slap her back. She needs to be brought down a level.”
He leans down, his mouth going to my ear, where I feel his warm breath. “Seeing you all feisty has made me hard…”
My breath catches. He places his hand in mine and pulls me away up the stairs. My heart beats faster with every step.Finally!
“Do you have something serious going on with Candy?” We stride to his room. He pulls me inside and pushes me on the bed. I fall back, jumping slightly against the mattress.
As he takes my shorts off, he says, “Look, we never said we were in a relationship. Hell, she knew I screwed other women. But yeah, we had sex a lot too. It was easy and convenient.”
Jealousy cuts me, but Viper continues, “Sex brought me pleasure… made me feel loved even, during it. I was in foster care growing up… so I guess I was always searching for that feeling, and maybe I should have stopped having sex with her when I knew she was into me.”
The vulnerability in his voice when talking about growing up in foster care makes my chest ache.
He rips my thong, letting the thin fabric flutter to the floor. “Now you know… so no more talking about Candy.”
The need to have him in me is getting the better of me. He pulls my legs, making me squeal as my ass shifts to the edge of the bed.
He opens my legs wide, his tongue snaking out as he licks his lips. His eyes run appreciatively down my body and settle at the juncture of my thighs. “Perfect and pink.” His voice is gravelly, and his eyes hold a promise of what’s to come. “And all mine.”
A turmoil of emotions battle within me—frustration, desire, and anger. He kneels in front of me and everything revs, clenches, and grows slick with need. His tongue slips in. The invasion makes me gasp. He licks a delicious stroke up my middle. One of his hands pins my thigh open; his mouth is firm. Pleasure ricochets through me, and nothing else matters but his mouth on me.
“Oh… Viper,” I moan as my grip tightens on his hair.
His talented mouth sucks and dances on my clit, then explores every inch of me with leisurely licks before delving in deep. There’s a surge of pressure going from my tummy to my core.
“That’s it!” I cry, pushing my hips forward onto his mouth, desperate for release.
My breaths are harsh and fast as I tremble with the onslaught of pleasure. The building pressure makes me reach the peak. My world shatters as my violent climax blasts through me, making my body bow and releasing my frustration.
Without giving me time to come down from the high, he slams one finger into me, stretching me. “Viper,” I say through pants, “I haven’t recovered yet.” But my muscles clench around his finger in greedy delight.
He pulls out only to push in two fingers, deeper, expertly curling and stroking, eliciting pleasure. The rhythm is relentless. Torturous sparks of bliss shoot through me. I feel the buildup of another orgasm.
When he works my sensitive clit with his thumb, my body jerks, but then I’m squirming and bucking.
“Come again for me,” his gravelly voice demands.
“Yes!” I yell because I’m nearly there.
With a firm press of his thumb and a deep thrust, he says, “Come.”
I burst apart, thrashing my head from side to side as another climax rips through me, making me scream out and see an explosion of stars. I ripple around him, milking him with every wave of release. My heart hammers and I’m boneless, my body lax against the bed. As I drift down from the high, I let out a long, satisfied sigh.
“You’re good,” I mumble through heavy breaths.Thank the Lord.
He stands and flashes a wide smile. “Yeah, I am.”
He puts the two fingers that were inside of me in his mouth. His eyes burn as he sucks off the remaining traces of my orgasm. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. As I look at his gorgeous face, I realize he has the potential to break my heart, and for once… I’m not feeling the need to run. My heart beats faster at that, but I blame the post-orgasmic feeling for making me think that.
TWELVE
GOOD DICK… CHECK
