The Viper and his Majesty

by Tiana Laveen

  Majesty placed the chicken legs in the air fryer, then set a lavender candle in the living room. Clapping her hands to PJ Morton’s ‘Say So,’ featuring JoJo, she proceeded to turn on the television, shut the blinds, and pull the sheer curtains closed. She smiled when she heard the faint sound of the hall toilet flushing, followed by the water running in the sink. Here he comes.

  “You’re frying chicken?” Viper’s deep voice rumbled as he toyed with his zipper. Her breath hitched when she spun around and caught a brief glimpse of his dark gray boxer briefs and the huge bulge inside it, making her think of a snake wrapped around itself three times.

  What the hell. Is that shit real?! I’ve seen some big dicks in my life, but damn. Is he even hard? Lord have mercy.

  “Uh, yeah. When we were leaving the movie theater and I invited you over to hang out for a little bit, you said you were hungry.” She scurried to the kitchen, averting eye contact as her cheeks warmed.

  “I like your set-up in here.” She looked over into the living room as she poured them each a glass of wine. “It’s classy. Nice.” He sat on the couch, directly in the center of it. Viper places his arms on the back of the sofa, hands almost reaching the ends. His legs wide apart, he looked around.

  “Thank you. It’s not as nice as yours, but once I’m ballin’, it will be.” She laughed. “When I save up a bit more money, I can use some of the extra to get the rug I want, things like that. It’s coming along.” She placed his wine glass before him on the glass coffee table, then sat beside him. He wrapped his arm around her and squeezed, making her feel so safe. I didn’t think I was in harm’s way… but why do I feel like this? Like he could protect me from anything and everything? His muscular arm felt like a fortress.

  She took a sip of her wine, placed the glass down, then handed him the remote control, which he put back on the coffee table. Before she could say a word, he was pulling her in an embrace and kissing her passionately. A moan escaped him, and she melted and just like that. She realized all her mental pre-planning was going to waste. She’d told herself she’d be good if she invited him in, that she would fight temptation, but she was losing. In fact, she’d been losing all damn night. Once her sister had agreed to watch Troy, all bets were off. Inside the movie theater, when the lights had dimmed, they were kissing and all over each other. If my life depended on tellin’ someone what that movie was about, I’d be dead…

  And now, this. The final nail in the coffin. She stiffened when his large hand made its way inside her blouse, but she didn’t dare stop him. Soon, he was cupping her breasts, giving the left one a gentle squeeze over her black satin bra. He circled her nipple with his thumb and it hardened at his touch.

  A slow drag of soft flesh against her ear, then the warmth of parted lips…

  “You’re my walking, talking fantasy.” Her pussy throbbed at his words. “Vamos a joder hoy por la noche…”

  “I don’t know what you just said, but I know we shouldn’t do this.” Yet despite her words, she reached for the top button of her blouse, and then the next. “Talk me out of it.”

  She was met with nothing but a deep, throaty laugh.

  “Now you know I can’t do that, baby…” He sat up on one knee and tore his shirt off, discarding it on the floor. Then, he proceeded to remove his shoes and socks, flexing his arm muscles as he moved.

  “Let’s go to the back.” She got on her feet, chugged her wine in one big gulp, then drank his, too, before going to turn off the air fryer in the kitchen. Her heart was beating damn near out of her chest as she practically ran to her bedroom, Viper on her heels.

  They removed their clothing so fast, she was certain she looked like a damn worm being electrocuted, while he somehow managed to still look suave and cool. When she stood in nothing but her panties, reality settled in. I haven’t had sex in a long while. Am I ready for this? She ran her hand along the back of her neck, curing a nervous itch as Viper placed his watch on her clear nightstand. It’s not the length of time that concerns me. It’s like riding a bike… It’s just that I know how much I like him, how much I am enjoying him, and if for some reason he’s managed to fool me, this’ll really hurt. She turned on her iPad, which lay next to her laptop on a small table and plugged in an external speaker she kept nearby. Then, she selected one of her favorite playlists. Dvsn’s, ‘Between Us,’ featuring Snoh Aalegra, was the first song to play. She was about to turn around when a heavy, intense, sexy presence loomed from behind. He massaged her breasts, her shoulder, and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

  His big, hard dick pressed demandingly against her lower back, then he slipped his hand from her shoulder, down to her core, his forearm resting against her stomach. With no warning, he picked her up, using one arm to support her like the seat of a chair, while with his free hand, he strapped her in for the ride. Her legs dangled as he walked in reverse, kissing the side of her neck, ushering her towards the bed. He hadn’t even gotten to the next base, and she was already falling apart.

  “How long do we have before Troy’s home?” he asked in between kisses along her neck as he sat on the bed, bringing her with him. She leaned back into his touch, sitting on his lap, her ass against his crotch.

  “Breakfast. She’s dropping him back off before I have to leave for work tomorrow.”

  Sliding both of his arms around her waist, he grinded against her, slow and nasty. She sighed as he pressed that dick into her flesh, over, and over, as if he were fucking her from behind. She trembled at the touch of his hand, slipping away from her hips and reaching in front of her, pushing her thighs apart with a deft hand. His chin rested against her shoulder, he layered the side of her neck with delicious kisses, pushed her panties aside, then worked his digits in the slick creases of her wet pussy. She bucked to his touch, getting off on his breathing, his scent, and the way he moved.

  “Ahhh…” she cried out when he slipped his finger inside her, opening her love. He glided another finger in her, and she watched the digits going in and out, slick with her juices.

  “Your papaya… ohhh, baby… so tight, juicy and wet for me, Mami… Tremenda manguita.” His voice rasped while the words rolled off his tongue, and though she didn’t understand what he’d said exactly, somehow, she got the gist of it. He had to get a kick out of being able to say whatever he wished, with her being none the wiser. He finger-fucked her nice and slow, rotating his hips from left to right beneath her until she could barely take it anymore. She gasped for air when he slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy, then kissed her neck.

  “Stand up.”

  She got up from his lap, and he tugged at the front of her panties, then slid them down her legs, his gaze on hers. When he was done, he wrapped his hand roughly around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss.

  Their tongues danced and played, and her breaths rang in her ears. She couldn’t fight it anymore; she wanted Viper in the worst way. He laid her down on the bed, and she was now able to see his dick, without barriers. The guesswork was gone. She salivated and bit into her lower lip as her pussy ached and screamed his name. It was huge. A gorgeous monstrosity. The perfect pairing with his unbelievably taut abs. Bending slightly to the right, it bobbed every time he moved, the veins thick and prominent, the head wide and a bit lighter than the shaft. He stroked it as he looked down at her, then retrieved a couple golden wrapped condoms out of his phone case with pockets, slapping them on the nightstand.

  Viper got into the bed and moved one of the throw pillows that was propped against the headboard down towards the bottom of the bed, then yanked her to the middle of the mattress by the hips. Nestling between her thighs, he kissed on them, on the front… the sides… then along her stomach and navel.

  I should’ve shaved! Shit!

  A wave of heat coursed through her entire body at the realization she had more than just a bit of peach fuzz. He didn’t seem concerned as he kept showering her with affection, his need and desire for her evident, making her lust fo
r him soar to impossibly higher heights. A chopped and screwed DJ remix of ‘Don’t You Know That’ by Luther Vandross, was playing, setting the mood.

  Pressing his hands into her ass cheeks, he lifted her off the bed, and slipped a pillow beneath her butt. He placed a tattooed hand on her stomach, two fingers adorned with rings, and used the other to open her petals. His sexy hazel eyes turned to inky slits as he wiggled his tongue back and forth all over her pussy, then laved her with slow, intense strokes. Up… down… up… down…

  “Shit!” She snatched a fistful of his hair with one hand and the sheets with her other hand, holding on for dear life.

  “I’ve been waiting too long to eat this pussy, baby. I train dogs, but I was born to make your cat purr and cum when I call.”

  She shivered at his words.

  He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. She released her hold on him, arched her back, and her thighs began to shake as she came. The liquid explosion between her thighs began as a mere tickle, then a flood leaked from between her legs. Nonstop eating her pussy, not even coming up for air, he shook his head vigorously back and forth before, during, and after her mind and body-bending orgasm. Aftershocks rushed through her, and her skin broke into sweat all over. At last, she let go and lay there listlessly, her eyes fluttering. Kwaye’s, ‘Runaway’ now played through her speakers.

  Long legs wrapped around her own, strong arms grabbed her tight, and an urgent kiss on her cheek brought her back to the present. Using all the strength she had, she rose onto her hands, cradled his jaw, and brought him in for a kiss as they rolled onto their sides. He gently caressed her ass, the enchantment between them spreading like a beautiful illness that neither seemed to wish to get well from.

  He gently pushed her hair out of her face and looked into her eyes, smiling.

  “You good?”

  She nodded.

  “All right.” He grinned wider, kissed the tip of her nose, and fell onto his back. KAMAUU, featuring Adeline & Masego sang ‘Mango,’ in the background. She laughed as he began to bob his head to the music, then sing the lyrics.

  “You know this song?”

  He smirked and rolled his eyes.

  “Majesty, why do you keep asking me silly shit like that? You keep being surprised that I know about good music.”

  “Like I said, you just don’t look the type.” She chuckled and crawled on top of him, resting her chin on his chest.

  “And you don’t look the type to fry chicken in an air fryer.”

  She swallowed the urge to laugh and curse his ass out. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, she started to kiss up and down his chest. The hair… the art… the beauty of him. She kept going, meandering lower and lower, pausing at his silky black pubic hair, then studying his gorgeous cock once again. Inhale… exhale…

  He smelled like love.

  He smelled like bad decisions.

  He smelled like fresh fruit, rain, and new chances…

  He groaned when she lifted his heavy shaft and ran her tongue up and down his sensitive flesh. She reached up with her free hand and intertwined their fingers. His eyes hooded, he pumped his hips to the rhythm she set. Soon, she needed both hands to wrap around his wide nature as she engulfed the head, going down as far as she could, over and over while rubbing his balls. She sucked hard, then light, varying her pressure on the shaft, careful with the head, loving that she was giving this man maximum pleasure and putting her all into it.

  “Majesty… my Majesty… fuck…” His head slammed into the pillow and all she could see was his extended neck, the veins bulging, and his chin. His arms stretched out on either side of him.

  “I love the taste of your big dick, baby.” She moaned to him as she kept sucking and sucking, promising to be his undoing. The one to ruin him. The one to suck his soul and swallow it whole. Now, he was even harder.

  “Me vas a hacer cum,” he slurred.

  “Cum?”

  “Sí! You’re gonna make me cum!” He fisted the sheet. She kept on sucking and licking and watched as his balls drew tighter. She delighted in the way she had him in a weakened state, something she was certain rarely happened in his life.

  “Stop. I don’t want to cum right now… I want to fuck you first.”

  She yelled when he sat up and dragged her off him onto her back, then mounted her and began to bump and thrust against her pussy. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and roughly banged his pelvis against hers, simulating a brutal fucking that made her orgasm from the fierce impact alone.

  “Shit! SHIT!” she hollered as he reached between their grinding bodies and slipped his fingers along her clit, torturing her. He drew her nipple into his mouth, the flesh tender and ready for the pleasure he gave. Kissing and massaging them, he kept dry humping her like a pro. It was unnerving. Disturbing. The final straw.

  “Motherfucker! Viper, stop playin’. You know I want it!”

  Grabbing one of the condom packets off the nightstand, he tore it open and quickly sheathed himself.

  “You think you’re ready, huh?” He smirked. “I told you before, it’s going to ruin you. You’ll never want to be fucked by anyone else after I fuck you.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “Enough with the foreplay and bragging. “Come on. Teasin’ ass… You’re probably full of shit.”

  “We’ll see about that.” He gripped his cock, aiming it right at her pussy as he rose slightly on one arm. She braced herself, suddenly realizing this may be a rodeo with the wrong damn bull. Looking into her eyes, he rested his weight on top of her and bumped the head against her pussy lips, over and over, as if knocking to come in.

  “Ahhh! …Uh! … No! I mean, yes! … Oh God! Shit!”

  He pushed the broad head in. Her pussy felt so full, and the mixture of pleasure and discomfort merged, thankful that he’d gotten her juices flowing before attempting to do such a thing. I underestimated this! Shit! Viper’s dick isn’t anything to play with! Every woman wants a man with a big dick, till they get a big dick up in them! Damn! Okay… I can do this. We just gotta go slow… He kept moving, in and out, just the head, pacing himself. He watched her, and though he didn’t say a word, he looked so caring as he controlled his pace and speed. He took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked, then kissed all along her jaw.

  “Shit! Viper! Shit!”

  He pushed more of himself inside of her, then cradled the top of her head with one arm as they kissed.

  “You feel fucking incredible, baby…” he whispered in her ear, his thrusts a little faster now. He reached for her hand, paused his movements, and placed it on his shaft. “Touch me. You feel that? I’m not even halfway inside you yet, baby, and you’re already acting like you can’t take anymore. You want me to stop right here?”

  She moaned once again, determined to get the upper hand. Refusing to be shown up as he showed out.

  “Viper, I’ve had a damn baby! Pussies stretch! Your dick is nothin’ compared to that nine-pound child I gave birth to.”

  “Pussies do stretch for babies, but they have time to do that in preparation, because of the hormones your body releases while you’re pregnant. You’re just getting screwed by a guy with a big dick, and I know how to fuck you good, okay? So, you’re going to feel it. All of it. Every bit of me. The right way.” He said ‘fucked’ with such emphasis, it jarred her, but what disturbed her the most was that he called her bluff, and this smart-mouthed motherfucker knew what he was talking about. Most men didn’t seem to know that… How dare he!

  “Uh uh…” She panted and shook her head, sweaty and nervous and horny as she was! “Whatever. Just don’t stop. I want the whole thing. I want what I paid for.”

  “Paid for? Someone put me on Craig’s List?” He chortled.

  “They don’t sell cock on Craig’s List anymore. That got shut down. I found you on Only Fans, in the ‘Annoying Neighbors’ section. Barkin’ dogs, Cuban cigars, and loud Latin music sold separ
ately.’”

  He burst out laughing. “You’re a liar, baby. A beautiful liar, but a liar all the same.”

  She smiled up at him, then he kissed her once again.

  Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on tight to him as he drove himself slowly in and out of her, then deeper… and deeper. Her eyes rolled and her muscles clenched, body shuddering as a more intense wave of pain and pleasure merged, making her fall apart. She took a couple deep breaths while her pussy stretched and pulsed, then silently prayed, too!

  “You okay, baby?” he asked, placing a tender kiss on her lips.

  “Yeah. Just need a minute. I’ll be fine.”

  He nodded and began to kiss and suck her neck, and everywhere he touched, stroked, and nibbled felt so good. She rocked her hips, meeting his short thrusts, inviting him for more as she sighed with relief, finally over that initial intrusion. He’d taken his time, doing it right.

  She could see in his eyes he was following her lead. Such a damn good lover he was. Stroking his hair, she demanded another kiss. She loved the feel of his warm lips against hers. He moved faster and deeper now, groaning as his hips worked hard for each skillful thrust. He slipped his arms beneath her thighs and brought her impossibly closer, now moving inside of her at a sharp angle.

  “Mmmmm.” He emitted an earthy, deep, rumbling groan…

  She cried out as he slammed into her, cupping her ass and forcing her to take the nasty blows. Harder and harder he went, the loving too damn good. Her pussy had died from his killer cock, and now it was in heaven with his sweet, sinful loving. He stirred his hips from left to right, then in circles, brushing upward against her clit with each steady, hard stroke.

  “Oh shit, yes! Fuck me, baby,” she cooed as she exploded, her climax leaving her feeling dizzy. He’d been right; she hadn’t been ready. This shit was addictive. He was addictive. He paused, kissed her breasts, then up and down her neck and shoulders. The tenderness, mixed with the unforgiving fucking, made her weak with desire.

  “The Viper and his Majesty…” Damn, the words sounded so good… “That’s what we are.”