Chapter 46 #2
“Yes!” A little sob caught in her throat as the assault on her senses increased when he retreated slightly, only to thrust forward again, going deeper this time, opening her farther. He felt impossibly large, filling her in a manner she’d never imagined.
He was using her bottom because she was a naughty girl.
This was what naughty girls got.
And she did want to take it for him. To please him.
“That’s it, good girl,” he murmured as he thrust in deeper. His hands slid up to her breasts, bending her body in half because of her legs draped over his arms, squeezing the soft flesh. Johanna moaned as he pinched her nipples, pulling back and thrusting in, opening her inch by inch.
She was being his good girl by letting him use her in such a perverse manner for his own pleasure.
Taking the discomfort, the burn, and pushing past it for him.
“Look at me, kitten,” he commanded.
Johanna’s gaze clashed with his again, just as his body pressed up against hers, his cock fully embedded inside her. It felt like the very breath had been driven from her body; she was too full of him to have room for anything else.
“Good girl.” He pinched her nipples again.
She moaned, her muscles clenching around him, squeezing his cock within her. Despite the discomfort, despite the pain—or maybe because of it—her arousal was growing all over again. Johanna whimpered, then gasped, as he began to withdraw.
The sensation was unnerving, like a pulling deep within her, so it was almost a relief when he reversed directions halfway and thrust back into her. The thrust burned, her body throbbing in response as he filled her again, and she arched up against his hands on her breasts.
“Matthew!” she cried his name as he began to move, sliding halfway out of her slickened channel and pushing back in with slow, firm thrusts that set her body afire.
He was gentler, slower—at least at first.
As his passion rose, so did his pace, and Johanna found herself straining, clenching around him as though her body was trying to slow his thrusts. The sensations were too intense, yet she had no choice but to bear them.
She could feel the necklace around her throat bouncing on her chest as he moved harder, faster, rocking her body with every thrust. His low groan filled the air as his hands shifted to slide away from her breasts, curving under her and holding her in place for him to pound into.
It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time, and Johanna was shocked when she realized another climax was building within her.
As if sensing her growing ecstasy, Matthew’s hand slipped out from under her, moving down to press over her mound, his thumb sliding between them to rub against her pleasure nub.
Johanna’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he rubbed over the tiny bud, sending shocking waves of pleasure rippling through her with every thrust of his cock.
It should not feel so good.
She truly was a naughty girl for enjoying this, but she could not stop the rush of ecstasy that crashed through her, his thumb working on her pleasure as he moved within her.
Johanna’s head thrashed back and forth as she found her voice again, crying out his name as another climax crashed over her, racking her senses and sending her reeling.
Matthew
The sight of his wife creaming herself while he used her arse, looking like a fairy princess in amethysts that he was using for base pleasure, was Matthew’s undoing.
His own pleasure bubbled up and burst, and he buried himself in her tight, clenching hole as she sobbed his name.
The rippling muscles within her milked him as he spurted his seed, sucking every last drop from him as he gasped and shuddered against her.
Groaning, he lowered his forehead to hers, still fully embedded within her, as he let her legs slip down on either side of him. Their hot breath mingled, and he ran his hands up and down her sides, enjoying her little whimpers as he touched her.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, and felt her clench around him all over again. “See? The coin is always right.”
A reluctant laugh huffed from between her lips, and Matthew grinned as he pressed his mouth to hers, stealing another kiss.
“You are incorrigible,” she whispered to him.
“Mmm. You can let go of the headboard now, kitten. I want to feel you touch me.” That was all he needed to say.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was still embedded in her bottom, half-hard and reluctant to leave the tight, slippery warmth.
The feel of her hands on him stirred his senses. “Good girl.”
The smile that lit up her expression was almost shy.
“I like being your good girl,” she admitted.
Matthew chuckled, angling a kiss over her chin and down her throat.
“Do you like being my naughty girl, too?”
She giggled as his face brushed against a ticklish spot on her throat.
“I do.”
“And do you like being my sweet kitten?”
“Meow.”
Matthew chuckled, bending his head to press a kiss to her breast, working his way to her nipple. She gasped as he sucked the little bud into his mouth, suckling it back to hardness, and his cock twitched within her. Her arms and legs tightened around him.
“Oh… Matthew…”
He lifted his head.
“I love you, kitten.” He bent to take her other nipple in his mouth, and she whimpered again, squirming in his arms.
“I love you, Matthew.” She slid her fingers into his hair as he bit down gently on the turgid bud. “Oh… but I cannot possibly…”
“Cannot possibly what?” he asked, lifting his head again and rocking slightly within her. His cock was already hardening again, thickening within her tight channel.
“Is it possible to have too much pleasure?” she asked, then moaned as he rocked again, his cock lengthening, using the slick mix of oil and his seed to ease its passage. “Oh God… Matthew…”
“Let us find out,” he whispered against her breast, as he began to move again.
Much, much later, freshly cleaned and sated, he curled up around his exhausted wife and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, his softened cock limp between her abused cheeks. Whether or not his grandmother had been right, and he had flipped a coin for love, he knew one thing was true…
The day he’d purchased his bride had been the luckiest day of his life.