“Make you come so much harder than you ever have in your life.”
He places it on my clit, and I straighten my spine as the pleasure is too intense.
“V-Viper.”
He slides his finger in and out of my butthole while working my clit. I bounce harder on his dick, and my core becomes too slippery.
I feel as if my body is in overdrive as my orgasm builds. I feel too intense, as if I’m going to explode.
“Oh my God!” I stop moving and allow him to finger me as the stimulator continues to stroke my clit. He rubs his nose onto my breasts.
“Fuck!” I scream as I come, and my core clenches so hard around his dick. I slump over him as he rides out his orgasm, fucking me through my haziness. Once he comes, I slide off him and curl on top of him.
He kisses my forehead. “I love you more than anything in this world.”
Viper
After I clean her up using the small sink in the bathroom, we curl up on the leather couch in the VIP section as “Woman” by Doja Cat blasts from the speakers. I pour her a glass of wine, and she sips it slowly, not taking her eyes off me. A few silky strands of hair cascade down her forehead, and I use my thumb to tuck them behind her ear.
I can’t believe she loves me as much as I love her. I was kind of worried she would care that we’re moving too fast, but love doesn’t have a timer on it.
Smiling, she says, “I need something stronger than this.”
Her skin is flushed from me fucking her, and I like the glow on her. I’m so happy that I’m the one who put that on her. I’m the one who makes her happy. It warms me that she feels the same way about me as I feel about her, and the fact that she loves me makes me love her even more. I’m never going to let her go.
I press the button on the wall and place my order, and several moments later, the waitress strolls in with a bottle of tequila and a tray of sandwiches, then leaves.
Autumn doesn’t touch the sandwiches but pours herself a shot, and she downs it.
“So, does this mean we’re in a relationship?”
I raise my right eyebrow up my forehead. “We were in a relationship when I took you from your apartment.”
Smiling, she says,“Oh.”
For several minutes, her gaze stays on mine as if she’s in deep thought. “You know what I want out of life?” She runs her fingers through my hair. “I want freedom.”
“Meaning?”
She draws invisible circles on my chest, then plays with my goatee. “I want freedom to live my life the way I want to. I want to be free from the expectations my aunt put on me. She means well, but sometimes she’s so hell-bent on me being so successful that she gets blinded by it.”
“I understand. You want to be your true self without being judged. I think people judge others because it boosts their egos.” I slide my hand on her thigh. “Well, be it. If you don’t want to live up to her expectations, then don’t. You’re not a child, and you can do what you want.”
“But she sacrificed her life for me. She had to raise me because of my parents, and the backlash she received from people when they found out who her sister was, was sometimes unbearable. She had to endure a lot because of my family.”
“It doesn’t mean you owe her your life. This is your life. Do whatever you want, angel. I support you.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not easy.”
I don’t respond, but she nuzzles her face into my neck.
“What is your dream?” she asks me, kissing my cheekbone.
“I don’t have any.”
“Of course you do. Everyone has a dream.”
I stopped dreaming a long time ago when I realized it would probably never happen. I lean down and brush my lips against hers.
