Page 14 of Quadruplets for the Vipers (Never Just One #3)

I’ve gained weight since splitting with my ex, and the bra is on the tight side, my breasts threatening to spill out of the black lace. I’m blessed with an ample chest, something I enjoyed until recently when my ex made me feel as if it’s an embarrassment, something to be ashamed of, and hide.

The way Axel beholds them makes me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

He buries his face between them, kissing and caressing every inch, his tongue teasing my nipples through the lace, making them hard like pebbles.

With an expert hand, he unclasps my bra and releases my breasts.

I arch my back and moan as he caresses them, his mouth trailing up to kiss my neck and back down again.

I grind on his lap, through our jeans, and I can feel that he’s getting hard.

I stand and quickly remove my pants as he shrugs out of his.

In just his boxers now, I can see the bulge of his arousal straining against the fabric.

He’s surveying me, just as I am him, and I want to move quickly so as not to give him time to notice the lumps and bumps of my body, the imperfections.

But the look of desire in his eyes, without a hint of disgust, stops me, and I allow him time to drink me in.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Leah,” he tells me with complete sincerity.

I’m surprised to find in that moment that I believe him.

I drop to my knees in front of him, stroking his erection through his briefs.

“You don’t have to do that, Leah,” he tells me, sensing my intent.

“I’m in charge, remember,” I remind him before pulling his cock free.

It’s even bigger than I thought, and growing bigger still in my hand.

I taste the salty speck of precum on his tip, eliciting a groan of pleasure that spurs me on.

Emboldened by the effect I have on him, I take him in my mouth.

He’s so big I have to use my hand to help as I run my tongue around the end, licking up and down the length of his shaft.

The lace of my panties is soaked. I can’t believe how turned on I am, and he’s barely touched me yet.

Blow jobs always felt a bit of a chore. Something that was expected of me, but I had to focus entirely on the pleasure of the man, and it often involved my head being pushed.

With Axel, I’m able to experiment, taking my time to discover what he likes without pressure.

Being able to turn him on this much makes me feel sexy and powerful.

Gradually, I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“You keep going like that and I’m not gonna be able to hold myself back,” he warns.

I’m tempted not to stop, but I don’t want this to end, not yet.

I draw back, moving to straddle him, but Axel has other ideas.

In one deft, strong motion, he flips me over so he’s on top and I’m now sitting on the couch under him.

He takes his time, kissing me before moving to tease my nipples, biting and sucking and sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

He moves down, caressing every inch of my skin.

I come alive with his touch, every nerve ending is alight, and the smallest caress feels incredible.

His fingers trace my thighs, and I part my legs, aching for his touch.

When he finally runs his fingers against my slit through my panties, I’m wetter than ever.

He strokes my clit, and I moan as he pushes my panties aside, slipping a finger between my folds.

He moves with expert precision, alternating his strokes in time with my body.

I don’t try to stop him when he buries his face between my legs. All the negative memories and insecurities are forgotten as I lose myself in pleasure. His tongue circles my clit as his fingers glide inside my wetness.

“You taste fucking incredible,” he growls.

His tongue flicks against my clit, changing the speed and rotation, flicking and sucking as he fucks me with his hand.

I can feel the pressure building inside of me, aching for release.

Each time he brings me close, he pulls back, teasing me in the most tantalizing way.

I moan and writhe, arching my back, pushing my hips up, and burying my hands in his hair, pulling him closer.

He thrusts his fingers in deep, hitting my G-spot as he licks and sucks my clit, faster and faster. My orgasm hits me hard, and I cry out. He holds me firm, snaking an arm around my waist to keep me in place as he continues bringing wave after wave of pleasure as I climax.

But we’re not done yet. I want more. Need more.

“Fuck me,” I demand.

“Not here,” he replies, scooping me up and carrying me up the stairs.

We pause at the top, and he presses me up against the wall, kissing me possessively. I can taste myself, and it’s so unbelievably naughty that I find myself not wanting to wait a second longer.

“Fuck me here, don’t you dare take another step,” I command breathily.

There’s a rumble of arousal from his chest, an almost animalistic sound in the back of his throat as he gives in to his desire.

He tears the flimsy material of my panties, ripping them off and discarding them.

I’m so wet and ready for him that he’s able to thrust inside me in one motion, despite his impressive girth.

He fills me completely and I find myself cumming almost immediately but I’m still begging for more as he fucks me hard against the wall, holding me up as if I weigh nothing.

“Fuck, Leah,” he growls.

It’s passionate, sweaty, and we’re both hungry for more as we fuck like animals. I’ve never felt this aching need, this desperation for someone, this reckless abandon. I’m able to completely forget everything and just focus on the moment.

I’m screaming out as he thrusts hard and fast, my breasts bouncing against his chest. Already, I can feel the orgasm, a continuation of the last.

“Fuck yes, Axel!”

We change positions, and all plans of making it to the bedroom are lost as we completely give in and lose control.

I move to all fours, and he takes me from behind, the new angle even deeper and fuller.

It takes me a moment to adjust, and Axel instinctively knows without me saying anything.

He’s still inside me, allowing my body to expand and accommodate him before he begins to move.

Soon, he’s fucking me hard and fast again.

The sheer naughtiness of being fucked like this in the corridor turns me on even more.

He reaches around to tease my clit with one hand.

I feel senseless with pleasure. I’ve never had sex like this before.

Never let go so fully. Nor cared so little about my body or if I was doing something wrong.

It’s clear he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“I’m gonna cum again,” I cry as I feel the climax building inside me. “Cum with me!” I demand.

“Oh god, you’re fucking incredible, Leah,” he groans as we climax simultaneously.

Panting and spent, a niggle of worry enters my mind. Will it be awkward now we’re out of the throes of passion?

Axel stands up, “Come on,” he says, holding out a hand and helping me up. “Let’s try to make it to the bedroom this time.”

“The bedroom?” I ask, confused.

“You didn’t think we’re finished, did you?” he asks before wickedly adding, “I want to take my time with you now.”

I allow him to lead me into my bedroom and lie me down on the bed.

True to his word, the next time is slower, more tender, but just as passionate.

When we’re finally finished, neither of us able to continue, both fully spent, I lie with my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as we chat about everything and nothing until we both fall asleep.