Page 43 of Unchained
I remained relaxed, the animal-like position becoming more comfortable and easier to accept, to like, to enjoy. She went a bit deeper, her breasts against me, her nipples so hard I could feel them poking.
“I’m going to move out a bit and then go a little deeper.” She did as she said, my heart pounding with a needful lust I tried to bury. She moved out, but as she moved back in, I pressed back into her, her cock feeling as if buried to the hilt. We laid there for a moment, my cocking hurting from want.
Veronica placed her hands along my sides and leaned back, the torment of waiting growing eerily intense. Now, I wanted her to fuck me. I wanted to know what it was like. What had she experienced when I had my dick in her ass.
She began small thrusts, pulling out slowly and then pushing in a bit harder each time. By the fourth or fifth time she entered me, I was moving back, encouraging her, almost begging her to have her way with me. She fucked me for several minutes, the lewd act sparking something carnal and dirty within me.
Veronica pressed down against me and moved her lips to mine when I turned my head.
Sweat rolled down my back, her breasts slipping and sliding,
“I knew you would like it,” she said and fucked me harder.
I squirmed on the bed but didn’t stop her movements. I moaned and pressed against her when I could, but the force of each thrust made it practically impossible for me to move.
“Fuck, Deacon.” She pressed deeper and stopped, her body shuddering as if a cold wind had blown through. Suddenly her cock was sliding out of me, and then I felt four warm, wet streams of come hit my back.
Veronica laid back on me, the sticky mess spreading between us, her cock slowly ging limp against my ass. She said nothing, opting to lay kisses against my ear, neck and back. She had gotten what she wanted.
She moved away and crawled from the bed. I watched her cross the room, heading to the shower, her ass mouth-watering, bouncing, beginning for me to follow.
But I stayed on the bed watching her, amazed, lost, trying to gather myself and figure out what just happened.
Veronica started the shower, and through the glass shower doors, she stared back at me, her lean body, becoming wet and soapy. She stroked her cock, and I watched.
What the fuck was I doing? I turned to my back and watched Veronica, realizing moments later, I hand my dick in my hand, stroking myself as I watched her.
Veronica smiled and continued the onslaught with her hand. I saw no way she could come again, and the thought of watching her spray come against the shower wall lit my arousal.
My cock exploded, sending come straight into the air. I cried out and kept stroking, harder and faster, more coming spewing, my ass bucking up and down, my mind heading toward a fiery abyss, my heart thudding against my chest, come landing on my stomach and legs. I glanced at Veronica, and yes, indeed, she came again.
Spent, I managed to slide from the bed and stood. Veronica blew me a kiss, and then I left the room, staggering back to my own, my mind completely in torment. I had liked being fucked by her and liked it even more when she came in the shower.
In my room, I fell onto my bed, keeping my eyes closed, curling up in the covers.
