Page 88 of Viper’s Reign

White-hot sparks explode behind my eyelids, and I moan his name, pussy clamping around his fingers.

“That’s right. My cum shouldn’t be anywhere but inside this hot cunt.”

His fingers stay buried inside me and start pumping slowly, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit while his other hand grips my ass. Pressure builds fast, my whole body shuddering as arousal reignites, clit pulsing under the rough circles he draws.

He leans down as he curls his fingers inside me. A soft kiss lands on my left ass cheek, and the unexpected tenderness in this charged moment catches me completely off guard. I turn to glance at him as his tongue presses flat and hot against my folds. He drags it through the cum leaking from me, lapping at my entrance before sucking my clit between his lips. My body jolts, my head dropping forward weakly.

He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, then withdraws only to thrust his fingers in again, scissoring them while he sucks harder.

My hips buck, pushing back into his face, moans spilling out nonstop as he works me over. He stiffens his tongue, thrusting it deep while slipping his fingers out. His teeth graze my clit, making me jerk before he switches again, replacing his tongue with his fingers in one seamless motion.

This time, he thrusts three fingers into me, thumb circling my asshole while his mouth returns to suck my clit. I’m nearly mindless now, body shaking, every nerve lit on fire from his relentless assault on my senses.

“Please… please… please,” I moan, the words stretching into one long, broken plea as my hips grind back desperately.

A groan vibrates against my skin. “You beg so prettily.” His fingers slip out with a wet pop, and before I can whine in protest, his hard cock fills their place.

He pushes in—slowly at first, then slams deep. My hands fist the sheets, knuckles whitening as I pull them taut. Air catches in my lungs when he buries himself to the root, filling me so completely that, from this angle, I swear I can feel him at the back of my throat.

A whimper escapes me, and I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood.

“Fuck, Grace, your pussy turns me inside out,” he rumbles, voice rough with strain.

Instead of moving again right away, he holds himself there, savoring the feeling, before dragging his cock out at an agonizing pace. The angle from behind catches every sensitive spot, the slow withdrawal making stars burst across my vision until the room blurs around the edges.

One hand slides up from my waist and fists my hair at the roots, yanking my head back until I’m forced to look at him over my shoulder as he starts fucking into me.

“What are you?” he demands, the question punching clean through the steady slap of skin against skin.

“What?” I gasp, my brain hopelessly scrambled. Is he asking questions now?

“Whose are you?” he corrects, angling his hips up so sharply his cock drags right over that spot inside me that always unravels me.

I groan, head going limp in his grip, body arching. “I’m yours, Dimitri. Yours, yours, yours,” I chant, the words tumbling out with each thrust.

“That’s right.” His next thrust is brutal—violent enough to make my teeth chatter. “You’re fucking mine.”

After that, there are no more words. He starts pounding into me like he’s possessed. Like he has to prove I’m his. Hard, punishing strokes that send his cock slamming deep into me, balls slapping against my clit.

My pleasure hurtles through me, building faster than I can keep up with until it crashes all at once. I scream his name into the sheets as I orgasm, pussy spasming wildly around him, milking his cock.

His weight settles over my back, teeth sinking into my shoulder as he follows. Hot spurts of cum bathe my insides again, filling me until it leaks out around his cock. The last of my strength gives out beneath me, and I collapse onto my stomach, my limbs turning to jelly. Dimitri comes down with me, cock still buried, plugging me full as we both pant.

My heart is racing so fast I worry it might burst out of my chest, and my skin feels heated and slick with sweat despite the cool, conditioned air.

Dimitri flips me onto my back before the aftershocks have even faded, his eyes burning into mine as his palm glides down my throat to cup my left tit. Again?

His dark grin answers the question, and when he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth, electricity shoots over my skin, my core clenching even as a weak protest slips from my lips.

“I’m tired…”

“I’m not done with you, Grace. Not by a long shot.” He rolls his tongue over my nipple, and my brain short-circuits.

“I’m going to have you all night long. Over and over until you don’t know where you end and I begin. Until my touch is so imprinted into your skin you don’t doubt for a second who you belong to. You can’t.”

I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

And he keeps his promise.