Page 109 of Velvet Chains
“Then I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside your tight little cunt, you’ll forget your own name. I’ll make you come on my dick over and over until you’re screaming for mercy.”
“Fuck, Victor…” I moan, pressing my thighs together.
“That’s right, kiska. I’m going to fuck you in every position imaginable. On your back, on your knees, riding my cock like the greedy girl you are. And you’re going to take it all like a good little wife, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, nodding frantically. “Yes, I promise I’ll be good. Just please… I need you so badly.”
He smirks, clearly enjoying the desperate edge to my voice. “We’re almost home, kiska. And then I’m going to take my sweet time with you, make you beg for every inch of my cock.”
I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as a fresh wave of arousal crashes over me. The next few minutes feel like an eternity, the tension between us growing thicker with each passing second.
By the time Victor pulls into the driveway, I’m practically vibrating with need. He cuts the engine and turns to me, his eyes dark with lust.
“Bedroom. Now,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I scramble out of the car, my legs shaking with anticipation. Victor is right behind me.
As soon as we’re inside, he gently pushes me against the wall, his mouth crashing down on mine in a bruising kiss. I moan into him, my hands fisting in his hair as he grinds his hardness against me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growls against my lips. “Gonna make you scream my name until the whole fucking neighborhood knows who you belong to.”
“Please,” I whimper, arching into him. “Please, Victor… I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”
He grins wickedly, his hands already working at the buttons of my jeans. “Oh, don’t worry, kiska. You’re about to feel every fucking inch of me. And trust me… you won’t be able to walk straight for a week when I’m done with you.”
Victor wastes no time in undressing me, his rough hands tearing at my clothes as if they’re in the way of what he wants most. I gasp as my bra is ripped off, the cool air hitting my bare skin. But I barely have a moment to process it before his mouth is on my breasts, sucking and nipping at my nipples.
I moan loudly, throwing my head back against the wall as he takes one nipple into his mouth while his hand massages the other breast. The pleasure is almost too much to handle, but I don’t want him to stop.
“Please,” I beg again, grinding myself against him. “Please, Victor… I need you.”
Without another word, he pushes me onto the bed and quickly strips off his own clothes. My eyes widen at the sight of him fully naked, his erection standing proud and ready for me.
He crawls over me, positioning himself between my legs. His eyes meet mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he growls, rubbing his cock against my entrance teasingly.
I whimper in response, my back bowing. “Please… stop teasing me.”
Victor smirks and slowly starts to enter me, inch by agonizing inch. It’s a delicious torture that leaves me breathless and wanting more.
But just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he slams into me with one powerful thrust. My back arches off the bed as a scream escapes from my lips.
“Fuck,” Victor groans above me. “You feel so tight, kiska.”
He sets a fast pace straight away, pounding into me with a ferocity that makes the whole bed shake. Each thrust hits deep inside of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his back as he continues to drive into me. He leans down and captures my lips for a second.
“I can’t hold on much longer,” Victor gasps against my mouth, his hands gripping my hips tighter.
“Me neither,” I cry out as I cling to him for dear life.
Our bodies move in a frenzied dance, our skin becoming slick with sweat as we desperately seek release. Our moans echo off the walls, blending into a primal symphony of desire and longing until the wave hits us, knocking all rational thought from my mind.
We’re both gasping for air by the time we come down.
“Was I too rough?” Victor asks softly, gently pushing a strand of hair off my face. He presses a tender kiss to my forehead, his weight shifted to avoid putting pressure on my belly.
