Page 25 of Velvet Chains

I don't know how long we kissed. His hands sliding up and down my body coupled with the feel of his erection between my legs turned me on even more. My hands slid down his back and lower, slipping beneath his boxers to grab his ass. I squeezed his ass cheek and drew his hip down against mine. He groaned and broke the kiss, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

"I need you," I gasped out. I watched him nod his head above me.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he said.

He moved back towards me. Our bodies shifted over the covers. I felt his cock line up against my entrance. He kissed me deeply as he tried to slide his length in. It took a couple of tries before he finally managed it.

My mouth parted before I bit down into his shoulder to muffle the moan that threatened to leave my lips. He groaned into my neck as he filled me up.

He started to move but I gripped his hips instead and shook my head. "No. No. Don't move. Stay inside me," I almost pleaded. It felt so good having him inside me, throbbing. I had never felt so full before. My pussy pulsed and my walls clenched around his shaft eagerly.

He remained still, letting me bask in the pleasure until I slowly started to move my hips. That was enough to trigger movement of his own. He moved slowly at first, then quicker, picking up the pace. The bed rocked beneath us, hitting the wall, but I didn’t care.

"Oh God," I moaned loudly. He felt so good.

My fingers combed through his hair as he slid in and out of me. He angled his hips slightly and bent my knees a little. My mouth parted and I bit into his shoulder again to muffle my groans. He was hitting all the right spots.

I held him tight, feeling an orgasm already bubbling up. I was surprised me how fast it happened.

"Oh, fuck! I am going to cum," I whispered mostly to myself in disbelief of my body’s reaction to Vincenzo.

He groaned and kept up his work. The bed squeaked lightly beneath us but I was too distracted by the pleasure to care. My fingers combed through his hair and I held him close. My walls clenched tighter around his length as I convulsed.

"I am cumming…" I whimpered.

He held me close, continuing to pound into me through my orgasm. I rode it out and was thankful that I didn't make too much noise even if my body wanted to scream out the pleasure I was receiving.

“I want you to moan for me, scream louder for me,” he growled, his eyes looking feral and overtaken by desire.

He kept going, sliding in and out of me. My body was exhausted but I accepted each delicious thrust of his cock into me. I whimpered and moaned softly.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he groaned. He wanted me to admit that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. I refused to respond, in quiet defiance. He stopped and looked at me. I groaned in frustration, hitting his chest.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he said, looking into my eyes while he was breathing heavily.

“I don’t want it,” I seethed through my teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I needed him.

“You don’t?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded. To my surprise, he began to pull out.

“Wait!” I said, begrudgingly, wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him close and pleading with my eyes for him to continue “I want you, please… don’t stop.”

“Good,” he said, as he thrusted deep into me. I moaned in relief as he continued to thrust once more.

He kissed me between thrusts, slowing down and then speeding up to make the bed squeak once more briefly before inevitably slowing down again.

And he kept going. He grunted and groaned in my ear. Alternated between kissing my neck and finding my mouth.

"I am so close," I finally heard him grunt into my ear.

My nails scratched down his back. I wanted him to cum so bad, I wanted to feel the vibration of his juices pouring into me.

He groaned and picked up the pace again. This time he didn't slow down. He pistoned his length in and out of me repeatedly. It took all I had not to scream out and accept the pounding of a lifetime. I whimpered and buried my face into the crook of his neck.

I felt his length throb, becoming impossibly bigger as it expanded. He buried himself inside me and grunted into my ear as he let go. The intensity at which he was thrusting felt so good that I could feel another orgasm building up inside me. My hips buckled with his.

By the time we came back down from the high, our breathing was heavy and erratic. His head tilted and caught my lips in a searing kiss. We lay there for a moment, just panting and basking in the afterglow.

I was the first to break the silence. "I need to use the washroom," I breathed out.

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