Page 65 of Velvet Chains
At her jerky nod, I undo my fly and pull my thick length out, standing tall and proud from a thatch of dark hair. Her eyes go wide, riveted to the bead of moisture leaking from the swollen head.
“Victor,” she whimpers, thighs rubbing together shamelessly.
In one swift motion, I shove my pants down and kick them away. Then I’m on her, covering her body with my bulk, grinding my bare cock against her soaked slit. Her mewling gasp is music to my ears.
“Fucking hell, you’re dripping,” I growl, notching the broad head at her entrance. “So fucking ready for me. Gonna fill you up with my cock.”
And then I’m driving forward, sheathing myself to the hilt in her tight, clutching heat. Stars burst behind my eyelids at the sheer bliss of her velvet walls squeezing me like a vise. I set a brutal pace, pistoning into her like a man possessed, chasing that perfect friction.
She’s so small underneath me, so fragile. It brings out the beast in me, this need to claim her, own her, ruin her for anyone else. I’ve never craved a woman this way, never wanted to get one off more than myself. It would scare the shit out of me if I had room for any other thought but the exquisite drag of her cunt milking my cock.
“Fuck, Victor, fuck, I’m coming…”
With a growl, I pull out abruptly, ignoring Laura’s whimper of protest. Before she can question it, I’m shoving two fingers knuckle-deep in her sopping cunt, pumping ruthlessly.
“You think I’m done with this sweet pussy?” I rasp, rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit with my thumb. “Not even close, kiska. Gonna make you come on my fingers like a good little girl.”
Her back bows off the cushions as I finger-fuck her hard and fast, curling my digits to hit that spongy spot behind her pubic bone. Slick arousal coats my hand, dripping down my wrist.
“That’s it, baby,” I coax as her walls start to flutter around me. “Let go. Wanna feel this greedy cunt milk my fingers.”
A few more skilled strokes, and she shatters with a silent scream, her velvety pussy clenching rhythmically.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”
I work her through it, gradually easing the pressure on her sensitive bud until she collapses back against the sofa, spent.
I sit back on my haunches, admiring my handiwork. She’s flushed and glowing, hair a wild tangle, chest heaving. Fucked-out perfection. Something tightens in my chest at the sight.
Bringing my drenched fingers to my mouth, I suck them clean, savoring her honeyed essence. Her half-lidded eyes track the movement, glazed with satisfaction and residual lust.
“I…need more.”
My own need throbs between my legs, my cock still hard and aching, weeping for attention. Any other woman and I’d already be three strokes from finishing inside her, chasing my own release.
“Yes, kiska…”
But with Laura… Christ, I want to drag this out. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her gorgeous body until she’s stripped bare and boneless. I want to brand myself on her soul the way she’s imprinted on mine.
The revelation hits me like a sledgehammer—that, for the first time, another person’s satisfaction matters more to me than my own. That, in this moment, I’d gladly let my own cock go neglected if it meant watching her come undone on my fingers again and again.
It’s a frightening thought, one I quickly push aside in favor of crawling back over her and spreading her thighs wider, determined to taste her properly. She gasps as I bury my face between her legs, licking a broad stripe up her slit before sealing my mouth over her clit and suckling greedily.
Mine, I think dimly as she bucks and writhes against my tongue. All fucking mine.
Chapter 27
Victor
I COLLAPSE onto the sofa beside my wife, my chest heaving, my softening cock slick with the evidence of our hot fuck. She’s spread out like a satisfied kitten, her skin flushed and glistening, pussy still quivering from the force of her orgasms.
I smear my cum on the soft curve of her belly, pearly against her creamy flesh. Another spurt clings to the corner of her sexy mouth—the same mouth that was wrapped so fucking perfectly around my cock mere minutes ago, working me to a mind-blowing climax down her eager throat.
I take a moment just to drink her in, this gorgeous creature who owns me so completely. Even debauched and well-used, she takes my breath away. Makes me want to sink into her warmth again and again until we’re both raw and spent.
But she’s clearly exhausted, her breathing already evening out into the cadence of sleep. My insatiable little wife is dead to the world, utterly wrung out from our passions. A smug sense of masculine pride surges through me at the sight.
Gently, so as not to wake her, I gather her limp form into my arms and carry her to our bedroom. She barely stirs as I tuck her beneath the sheets, just burrows her face into the pillow with a content little sigh.
