AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As Mary’s pussy grew hotter, wetter, and softer around his fingers, her moans louder and more impassioned, Rex knew it was time. Giving her swollen clit one last lick, he unsheathed his fingers from the clasp of her cunt and moved up so his cock was nestled between her legs.
Skin flushed, nipples peaked, lips parted, and eyes glazed, she stared up at him, still holding onto his hair.
“Please,” she begged sweetly.
Rex smiled.
The head of his cock pressing against the scalding heat of her pussy, he felt her tense slightly as he began to push in.
The initial breach was an exercise in patience and erotic torment since he could not bury himself immediately in her cunt the way his body urged him to. He rocked his hips back, pushing into her, feeling the slight resistance give way as she uttered a little cry and her eyes unfocused. Rex gritted his teeth against his anguished groan.
Stretching her with his fingers had helped, but she was still tight, and her slick heat threatened to undo his composure. Sliding into her, rocking back and forth and slowly working himself deeper, was a torturous pleasure, enhanced by watching the expressions flitting across her face as she took his cock for the first time. When he was finally able to sink his full length inside her, he held himself still, allowing her to adjust around him and allowing himself to revel in the triumph of claiming his wife.
Mary
When Rex had first started to push into her body, Mary’s breath had seized up. The stretch of his fingers was not even close to how it felt to have his manhood, his cock, slide into her. Finally, the needy ache inside her was truly beingfilled,and the slight sting of pain she felt was inconsequential compared to that.
Rex turned his head, so her left hand slid from his hair along his cheek, and he kissed the palm. His own hand moved up, sliding up her arms and pushing them down on either side of her head. Threading his fingers through hers, his forearms braced on either side of hers.
Then, with her arms pinned down on either side of her head, he flexed. Mary sucked in a breath at the sensation, wriggling slightly, which rubbed her sensitive flesh against his body and increased the stimulation. The wiry hairs on his chest abraded her nipples, the hard bone of his groin pressed against her swollen pleasure bud, his cock throbbed inside of her, and all of it came together in a chorus of pleasure that kept growing.
It felt different from before when he had used his tongue and fingers. Fuller. Deeper. As if her entire body was now affected.
She was aware of Rex’s intense scrutiny, his face only inches from her own, but she was too distracted by all the new sensations to be embarrassed. Then he moved, pulling away and thrusting back in—not fully, but enough that her lips opened, and she cried out, arching beneath him at the ripple of pleasure. That was the moment she realized how trapped she was beneath him, his hands holding hers down, his weight atop her, his cock inside her.
Clenching around him, she whimpered, squirming uncomfortably at the revelation and how it affected her. Mary had never been at someone’s mercy in this manner—should she not be frightened? Worried? Yet her very helplessness only added to her growing passion.
Rex thrust again, a longer stroker this time, his cock dragging out of her, then pushing back in, filling her all over again.
“Oh… oh, that feels… oh, Rex!”
“Michael.” He said the name demandingly, his voice low and husky.
Blinking in confusion, Mary stared up at him, meeting his hypnotic, golden gaze. She felt even more vulnerable, more exposed, as though he had stripped her down more than physically, and all of her thoughts and feelings were completely bare to him.
“Call me, Michael,” he said, bringing her attention back to his demand.
“Michael,” she repeated without thinking because he had told her to. He groaned, his hips pulling back, then slamming forward again, filling her with a hard, rough stroke that made her yelp and wriggle. There was a bit of sting, but she was so slick, it was easy for him to move inside of her, even as she spasmed around him.
“Michael!”
Rex
Hearing his Christian name, a name he had not given anyone leave to use in over a decade, uttered from his wife’s lips as he took her for the first time had a more profound effect on him than he could have ever imagined. She undulated beneath him as he began to move, no longer able to hold back from the need riding him. Soft breasts brushed against his chest, her wet clasp tightening around his cock as he thrust in deep, her soft moans filling the air.
Rex held to the reins of his control as tightly as he could, keeping his strokes slow, measured, taking her along with him as his pleasure mounted.
To help distract himself, he dropped his head and lavished kisses over her collarbone, throat, and lips. She moved beneath him, trying to meet him kiss for kiss, hampered by his arms holding her in place. Rex enjoyed her small struggles, her little whimpers of frustration. Married to him, she would have to become used to such things.
The thought of all the things he would introduce her to drove him to thrust harder, faster, increasing both of their pleasure.
“Mary,” he growled her name in return, pressing her hands into the bed.
Moving his lips over her throat as her head fell back, he found a spot at the sensitive point between her neck and shoulder and sucked. Rex had never been one to leave such marks upon his lovers—welts from whips and crops, bottoms turned red, impressions of rope left behind on wrists and neck, but never something from his mouth—never something so intimate, so personal. He had been careful to avoid doing any such thing, not wanting any lady to feel she had a claim on him.
With Mary, he no longer needed to consider such things. He could explore his desires, completely unfettered, and he found the urge to mark her in some manner to be overwhelming.
Her cunt throbbed around him as he sucked, the taste of her flesh changing slightly against the assault, and she writhed in erotic abandon.
