“How does it feel to have me all…the way…inside you?” he growled in her ear again, grinding against her so that the head of his cock pressed hard against the end of her channel, giving the mouth of her womb a rough and luscious kiss.
“Oh God, Chain,” she panted. “It feels good. Really, really good.”
“Feels good to me too, sweetheart,” he murmured. “In fact, it feels so good I think we should keep it up.”
“Oh, I…I don’t know,” panted Vicky though to be honest she thought she would die if he stopped now.
“Hmm,” Chain hummed thoughtfully. “Well, I know we were going to take things slowly but maybe just one or two deep thrusts so your sweet little pussy can see how you like being filled with my shaft? Or I could just pull out if you’d rather not.”
As he spoke, his big hands came around to cup her breasts and tug at her tight nipples and his thickness pulled almost all the way out of her, as though teasing that he might leave completely.
“No, don’t do that,” moaned breathlessly. “I think…think just one or two thrusts should be okay. Just to see…see what it feels like.”
“As my Lady wishes,” he growled and then his thick shaft slid slowly into her again until he reached the bottom of her channel where he ground against her before pulling out once more and thrusting in again.
Vicky gasped and pushed back against him, helpless to resist the pleasure of being so deeply and completely penetrated. God, he felt good inside her—felt right—as though he belonged there. She knew they were only going to do a few thrusts but she hoped he wouldn’t stop too soon—she loved the feeling of being filled by him too much to ever want it to end.
Chain seemed to feel the same way because he kept thrusting deep inside her and as he did, he stroked and tugged and twisted her nipples and spoke into her ear, in that deep, growling voice of his.
“Gods, sweetheart, your pussy feels so good around my shaft,” he murmured in her ear. “Love how tight and wet you are—love to feel your sweet pussy sucking my cock—taking me deep inside you and opening up to let me fuck you so long and hard and deep…”
The hot words and the feeling of him thrusting deep inside her were almost too much for Vicky. Helpless to stop herself, she reached between her thighs and began to stroke her throbbing button again. Her pleasure built and built and she knew she was going to come soon—come hard with his thick shaft buried deep in her pussy.
Chain seemed to know what she was doing because he murmured to her, encouraging her actions as he continued thrusting inside her.
“Are you stroking that soft little pussy of yours while I fuck you, sweetheart?” he growled softly. “Are you teasing that hot little clit so you can come for me? Come all over my cock?”
“Oh God…Chain!” she gasped, writhing against him. “Oh God, yes…yes, I am. I can’t help it—I love feeling you inside me. I need…need to come.”
“Of course you do, my beautiful Victoria,” he murmured, still tugging at her nipples as he thrust inside her. “It’s all right—just make yourself feel good. Pet that pretty little pussy and make yourself come for me—come while I fill you.”
His words as much as his thick shaft inside her finally pushed Vicky over the edge. With a shuttering moan, she felt her orgasm hit her. Her pussy squeezed tight with pleasure, milking the hard shaft that impaled her as her back arched and her toes curled with sheer pleasure.
“Oh,” she cried, bucking against him uncontrollably. “Oh, Chain, yes! That feels so good—Yes!”
The orgasm seemed to last forever but at last her inner muscles stopped clenching quite so hard and she lay panting on her side with Chain still deep inside her.
After a moment, she realized that he wasn’t moving anymore. That in fact, he was holding perfectly still inside her, almost as though he was afraid to move.
“Chain?” she made his name a question and turned her head to see that his eyes were glowing like blue coals in the dimness of the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked, frowning. “Are you all right?
“I’m fine—just…right on the edge.” His voice had the tense, strained quality of a man trying to lift something heavy or do some other task that was nearly impossible. “I’m trying…trying not to come in you because I know it will form a bond and I know you don’t want that. Not now, anyway,” he added.
Vicky bit her lip. A part of her—the strict, sensible, mature part—felt like they ought to wait to take such a lasting and permanent step. Felt that they ought to spend time dating and getting to know each other and all of that.
But another part—a stronger part—whispered that this felt right. That part told her that Chain was the one for her—the man who would love her and never leave or hurt her like her ex had. The man who wanted to be with her forever. And despite their age difference, he cared for her deeply—loved her. And she loved him, she realized—she really did.
The heart wants what the heart wants, she thought. And aloud, she said,
“Do it.”
“Do what?” Chain’s deep voice was still strained and his big body was rigid against hers.
“Do it,” Vicky said again, looking up into his eyes. “Come in me, Chain. Make me yours—bond me to you forever. If…that’s really what you want,” she added, a bit uncertainly.
“Gods, sweetheart—that’s all I want,” he growled softly in her ear. “To make you mine forever…to never let you go. Do you
