Viper's Run(59)

Winter moaned. “You need to come, I can’t last any longer.”

“Didn’t Knox take the edge off? I almost came just watching him go down on you. The tongue ring do it for you? The women talk about how good he is with it, he has several on his cock too.” Winter’s hips slammed hard against him. This time it was Viper who moaned. “Woman, I don’t think you have a little wicked in you, I think you have a lot.”

“Quit talking.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to make me come.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“It is because I think it’s going to kill me,” she panted. Viper laughed, his hips thrusting even harder.

“Which is getting to you more, the thought of Knox’s cock or my cock in your pussy?”

“Both.”

“I can solve your problem.”

“You can?” Winter was a whimpering mess, her hands falling away from his shoulders and grabbing his taut buttocks pulling his hips tighter against her. Viper adjusted his strokes to shorter harder ones; his hand went between their slick bodies to play with her clitoris.

Winter screamed as she came tearing at his buttocks unconsciously with her nails. Viper reached, snagging her hands in one of his and placing them over her head as his cock jerked his release into her heated sheathe.

Winter lay exhausted on the bed unable to move; she felt the bed move as Viper went to the restroom. When he came back, he raised her limp body up to remove her top and bra before settling her on his chest.

“Can you set the alarm? I want to go to church in the morning,” Winter asked yawning.

“What time?”

“I want to get up about 8:30.”

“I’ll wake you.” He promised.

“Thanks.”

“Beth and Evie drive in together.”

“Sounds good.” Winter was barely awake; Viper was massaging her lower back. As screwed up as her professional life was, this time together was worth it. Winter dozed off with that thought in her mind. Viper felt the moment she drifted off with his hand sliding through her soft hair. His lips grazed her shoulder. After all the worry over her the last few months, this one moment was worth all of it. Leaning his head back against the pillow, he finally let his own body find sleep.





Chapter 14



Winter dressed for church humming to herself. Viper grinned as he dressed, appreciating the blue dress showing her ass to perfection. Unable to resist, he came up behind her running his hand along the smooth material circling her waist to pull her back against him.

“You’re going to wrinkle my dress,” Winter protested, smiling.

“Then you shouldn’t make me want to take it off.” His mouth teased her neck.

“Stop. I have to finish getting ready or Evie and Beth will leave without me,” she said while brushing her hair, then putting down the brush. Winter fluffed her bangs before putting in her earrings.

Viper put his hands in the air stepping back. “Wouldn’t want you to miss church. You need to go, get all the help you can get being wicked and all.”

“Stop saying that.” Winter blushed.

Viper pulled on his boots, sliding his bike keys into his pocket. “Nope, I like a little wicked, pretty girl.”

Winter shook her head at his teasing. She turned to pick up her jacket, pulling it on to find him waiting by the door.

“What are you going to do with yourself today?” She asked curiously.

“Go for a run with a few of the brothers.”

“That sounds like fun.” Winter said absently, searching through her purse for her lipstick. Evie and Beth were waiting for her downstairs. Both women smiled as Viper buried his hand in her hair, tilting her head back for his kiss.

“I had to remind the good girl, the bad girl is going to get it when she get’s back.” Blushing furiously, Winter tore herself out of his arms. Viper’s laughter followed them out the door.



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“Beautiful sermon, Pastor Dean,” Winter smiled at the Pastor as she exited the church.

“Thank you. It’s good to have you back, Winter.” Pastor Dean returned her smile, including Evie and Beth.

“Feels good being back, Pastor,” Winter confessed. Beth and Evie stood behind her, waiting their turn to greet the pastor. As she moved away, she accidentally bumped into another parishioner leaving.

“Excuse me.” Winter immediately recognized Randall Woods, the principal of the alternative school.

“Ms. Simmons.” Winter turned red at the insulting tone in his voice that he made no effort to hide.

“Mr. Woods, it’s nice to see you again.” Winter forced herself to be polite.

“I am surprised you had the nerve to show up in church.” His eyes went to Evie and Beth behind her. They, along with the pastor, were listening to her conversation with Randall.