Viper
Searching Kierra’s eyes, I can see that she’s feeling out of sorts and needs to be put back to rights.
It’s why she has the attitude and keeps running off at the fucking mouth.
She gets overwhelmed sometimes by all the pressure and starts spinning out of control.
It’s all starting to make a lot more sense to me now.
Her need to surrender control and her thirst for pain with her pleasure.
She’s been the one taking care of everyone else around her for a long time. Fuck! That’s a lot of responsibility.
Not everyone is cut out to carry the weight of everybody else’s happiness and survival on their shoulders. Kierra is one of those people. She’s used to holding it all in, trying to keep it together for the sake of everyone around her, but she gets overwhelmed when the weight becomes too much.
What she needs is someone to take care of her.
There are some women, men too, that just want to be oblivious to the shit storms going on around them.
They prefer to be that caged bird that is hand fed and all their needs are met, having no desire to ever fly away.
My beautiful Vixen desperately wants to be that bird, but sadly she has too many people depending on her for that to be.
“Tell me what you need, Vixen,” I ask her for the first time in our relationship, which probably makes me an asshole, but I need to be sure if I’m right about my observation.
“I don’t know. I feel anxious and like everything is about to implode and fall apart around me,” she whispers as her body starts to tremble from my touch.
“Ok, baby. I know what you need. I’ll fix it. No more worries, it’s my problem now. I’ll make it better,” I softly say into her hair, smoothing my hand down her back as she instantly relaxes into my hold. The monster within me is stirring and getting excited by her surrender.
“Don’t move, Vixen,” I demand, sliding her onto her knees on the floor.
“Okay, baby,” she whispers, submitting as she stares up at me with so much trust in her hooded eyes. Something inside of me shifts in this moment, and I know that Kierra is mine. I won’t ever be able to let her go.
Sliding off the bed, I leave her room to peek into her spare bedroom where her nephew is sleeping soundly.
I imagine this is what her own children will look like one day since the sleeping boy looks so much like Kierra.
Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling I get when I think of her carrying another man’s child, I move back into her room and lock her door behind me.
Kicking off my boots, I set them aside before removing the rest of my clothes.
Standing in front of the goddess at my feet, I demand, “Open.” Pumping my cock, I swipe the drop of cum across her tongue before sliding into her mouth when she obediently opens for me.
Her perfect lips wrap around me as I slowly slide along her tongue, it feels so fucking good.
Looking into her heated gaze is the only reminder I need that she’s mine.
“Hands behind your back,” I command when she moves them to play with her pussy. I watch as she puts her trust in me to give her what she needs.
Sliding deeper into her throat, she swallows around me as I pull away, then push back in, repeating the motion.
“Your mouth is so fucking perfect, Vixen. Do you feel how hard you make me?” I groan, tilting my head back and squeezing my eyes shut tightly as I fuck her mouth and try desperately not to cum yet.
Panting, I pull free of her perfect lips as I step back and move around the bed to her nightstand.
Opening the drawer, I remove the vibrator I bought her a few months ago and throw it on the end of the bed.
Walking back around, I perch on the edge and reach for her hand to help her stand.
Moving her between my splayed legs, I place a kiss between her breasts as I guide her to straddle me while simultaneously thrusting into her weeping core.
“Ride me, Vixen,” I order as I lean in to take a pebbled nipple into my mouth. Sucking the hardened peak, I bite down as she continues to ride me like a rodeo queen, giving me the best fucking lap dance that I’ve ever had.
“Open,” I demand and when she does, I lubricate the vibe with her saliva before reaching around her and working it into her tight ass. She stalls, feeling the intrusion, and I tap her thigh as I hiss, “Ride me, now!”
“Fuck, Draven. It’s too much. I’m so full,” she mewls, but her juices are dripping down my balls, so I know it’s not too much.
“Want me to stop?” I ask, thrusting the little vibe faster and deeper.
“Nooo,” she moans, long and loud.
“Quiet, Vixen. If you wake the kid, this all stops.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, rolling her hips faster.
“Fuck me, Kierra. Squeeze me in that tight pussy,” I command, grunting when she follows my orders, rocking her hips harder and squeezing her pussy so tightly around me that it’s almost painful.
“You’re such a good girl. Fuck, Kierra, you feel so fucking good,” I praise her as I thrust the vibe harder and faster into her.
Leaning forward, I bite her nipple, and the added sensation is enough to send her into orbit.
As she falls against my chest, flying high into subspace and oblivious to the world around her, I gently remove the vibe.
Wrapping my arms around her shoulders to hold her tightly against my chest, I keep fucking her until I feel that familiar tingle in my spine right before I cum, filling her womb.
I hold her close until my heart slows, and she sluggishly comes back to reality with a sigh of contentment.
“Feel better, Vixen?” I ask her when she finally raises her eyes to meet mine.
“Much. I feel centered again.”
“Good. Let’s get you into bed, yeah? You need the rest, Kierra,” I tell her, standing up and gently sliding her onto her feet.
I watch as my cock slides free of her channel with a bounce against my belly, and my cum slides out, once again covering her thighs.
Fuck, I could watch that every day and never get tired of seeing it.