Page 30 of Silken Chains
I can feel his rock-hard shaft pressing against my lower back, aching to be inside of me.
With a primal growl, he declares, “You are mine. Laura. I want to ravage every inch of your body until you’re screaming my name.” His skilled fingers slide in and out of me faster, igniting an inferno of pleasure throughout my entire being.
Guilt floods through me as I remember my wedding vows and the promise I made to David. “I… I’m married,” I pant out suddenly, trying to hold on to any shred of rational thought. But at this point, it doesn’t matter anymore…
“Are you sure?” he snarls, hitting my G-spot with his fingers.
“Fuck!” I curse as his fingers thrust inside me, my muscles clenching around them. “Wh- What do you mean?” I force a breath out, fighting to keep my thoughts clear.
“Be quiet now,” Victor commands. I feel a primal lust emanating from him as he silences me with a harsh yank on my hair. “Do as you’re told, my little firecracker.” His hand tightens around my hip, pulling me closer to him. “Or else, you’ll get the punishment you deserve.”
My body responds immediately, the wetness between my thighs increasing as he teases and slides his hard length against my aching clit.
“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, pressing hot kisses along my neck. “You want this?” he taunts, teasingly rubbing himself against my entrance.
I nod desperately, needing him inside me. “Yes.”
He smirks and slowly slides in, causing me to arch my back and moan. But just as quickly as I start to find my rhythm, he pulls out.
“Oh, come on,” I whine. “Don’t tease.”
“I want you to feel every inch of me,” he growls, his fingers curling around my rock-hard nipple and another hand relentlessly rubbing my throbbing clit.
Every nerve in my body feels electrified, begging for release. “Please… fuck me,” I whimper, my frustration growing with each passing second.
“I love hearing you beg for my cock,” he says with a sadistic smirk, using his other hand to slide the head of his hard cock through my wetness until it’s slick and ready. Gripping my hips tightly, he thrusts inside me, filling me completely. I scream out his name, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through me.
“You like that? You like how I fuck you?” he grunts, thrusting deeper and faster into me.
“Mmhmm,” I moan, arching my back and holding myself from slamming into the wet wall.
“Good girl. Now tell me who this tight little pussy belongs to,” he demands harshly.
I try to speak, but all I can do is moan as he hits that perfect spot inside of me.
“Tell me,” he demands again. I can barely think straight, let alone speak, but with each deep thrust and flick of his thumb against my sensitive clit, my body screams out for release.
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. “It’s yours. All of me is yours.”
I am his to take, his to use, and I revel in the pleasure and pain he inflicts upon me.
He grunts. “Blyad, you surprise me, little firecracker,” he mutters. “Better than I ever imagined.” His voice is coarse, and his breath is ragged. He’s about to lose it. He slams into me a few more times before swearing in Russian.
“Drop to your knees. I want your mouth ready for me.”
Letting go of me, he steps back and turns off the shower.
Gasping for air, I spin around to face him. With a vise-like grip on my hair, he forces me onto my knees and presses his throbbing cock against my lips. His voice is low and commanding as he orders.
“Suck it, swallow it all. And if you dare waste a single drop of my cum, you’ll regret it.”
I kneel in front of Victor, my mouth watering with desire as I take his throbbing cock eagerly between my lips. His groans of pleasure only fuel my hunger as I slowly lick along his length, savoring the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. My hands grip tightly around him as I swirl my tongue around the head before taking him fully into my mouth.
“Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” I moan between mouthfuls as he thrusts deeper into me, hitting the back of my throat with each stroke. I intensify the pressure of my sucking and stroke, making him groan and writhe against me.
“Fuck, you are perfect,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine as I continue to worship his cock with my mouth. With each thrust, I feel him getting closer to the edge, and I know it won’t be long until he explodes.
Feeling his cock twitch and throb in my mouth, I look up at him. And I give a final suck.
