Page 10 of Velvet Chains

"Ohhh," I moaned, feeling him slide inside me. It was heavenly, I finally felt full, sated.

"Oh piccola," said Vincenzo closing his eyes. A deep flush covered Vincenzo's cheeks as he began to thrust in and out, his shoes creaking in time, his belt buckle jangling around his ankles.

I rested my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the hard friction as he propelled his large member back and forth inside my pussy. My pelvis soon tightened as I ascended the steady rise to climax, but then Vincenzo shifted his weight, breaking the momentum.

"Climb up onto the bed," he said suddenly. I gave him a drunken gaze, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. "I'll carry you."

He hitched as I lunge-jumped up, wrapped my other knee around his hip and ended up closer in his arms. I moaned, my exhalation like a pierced tire deflating.

With me wrapped around his waist, and hampered by the pants piled around his shins and shoes, Vincenzo began a labored walk towards the other side of the bed. I began to giggle when each step caused his cock to bump in and out.

"Hmm, that feels great," I said, feeling somewhat high.

"Oh yeah?" Vincenzo leaned me against the wall. "Want a little more?" I bit my lip.

"Uh huh," I murmured, suddenly being unable to form words. Vincenzo used the position to hold me in place while he pounded himself inside me. I cried out, feeling each vertebra of my spine press against the wall as Vincenzo thrust strongly in and out.

After several minutes of being fucked against the door, I felt Vincenzo pause and reach around me. He took my weight as he leaned down and placed me gently on the bed. I opened my eyes to find my lover's face red and glistening with sweat. I clung to him as we both landed on the bed, still panting.

"Are you tired?" I asked, squirming on his cock. Vincenzo shook his head.

"Get down baby," he said. "I’m taking you from behind."

I climbed down off Vincenzo's cock reluctantly. I was already reaching my climax, so it was rigid and shiny with cum.

"Oh," I whined. "I was just getting close."

In my peripheral vision, I saw Vincenzo taking off the rest of his clothes, so I decided to do the same, pulling off the dress that had now bunched up around my waist. The thought of having him inside me again caused a surge of heat inside me.

Vincenzo turned me by the waist till I faced his tastefully furnished room. He lifted me, pressed his sticky cock against my ass and reached forward to cup my bare breasts.

"I hated not being able to touch you," he said beside my ear. "I got so horny seeing you with that dress." He gave my breasts a squeeze. I let my head drop back to rest on his shoulder.

"I could not tell," I said. Vincenzo moved his hands to my waist then walked me forwards till I came up against the velour couch.

"Bend over and spread your legs," he growled. He grabbed the furniture either side of my body and thrust his pelvis forwards, jamming my hips against the backrest. "I'm going to fuck that sweet pussy from the back." A thrill ran down my spine before, obediently, I leaned forwards over the couch. My uncovered breasts hung like full water balloons. I quickly widened my legs and felt him move back.

"Now open those tight cheeks so I can see your honey pot," ordered Vincenzo in low, lust-filled voice. His voice was so deep now that it was almost a growl.

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks with both hands. Evening air from outside caressed my sap-smeared pussy.

"You're so fucking hot, piccola" he said, the desire strong in his voice.

I tuned into the sensations grabbing my attention one after another. First, I felt Vincenzo’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, then his tongue, warm and eager, licking my pussy’s outer lips. I trembled as Vincenzo explored each contour of my labia with fervent attention, then lapped at my slippery nectar.

"Please," I didn’t want any more teasing, I panted. "Just fuck me!" But Vincenzo was relentless. He licked and probed till I was ready to grab his cock myself, back up and force it inside my wet, throbbing pussy.

"Please Vincenzo," I pleaded again, with my head hanging down into the couch cushions. "Just fuck me now; I'm so wet. Please! I want you inside me!" I didn’t care that I was shouting, I didn’t care that the other people in the mansion could hear me, I wanted him too badly. I didn’t have any functioning braincell available to feel embarrassed.

I looked back and caught Vincenzo's smug grin. He stood looking at my splayed pussy and ass and slowly wiped the back of his hand across his lips.

"Now play with your breasts," he instructed. "I want this to be the best back fuck you’ve ever had."

Eagerly, I let the furniture take my weight and rubbed my breasts; pressing my firm nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I felt Vincenzo's thighs against my ass, then the hard probe of his cock as it found my opening. I moaned as his hardness stretched my pussy and filled me up.

Vincenzo gave a strong thrust and ground into me, the force lifting me onto my toes. He was so deep inside me he hit my cervix, and the pain felt too good. Then he grabbed my waist and held me over his thrusting cock, lengthening my narrow passage to fit his demanding member. I could feel myself stretching around him. Vincenzo grunted when flesh slapped against wet flesh as he pounded his wide shaft deep inside me, the base straining my opening to its limit.

Somewhere in the working part of my brain, I knew that if someone was to walk up to Vincenzo's door now, they would see Vincenzo’s long cock buried between my ass cheeks and wonder if I had been forced over the bed and violated. But if they stepped closer, they would hear me purring like a sex kitten and know I was willing.

---