Chapter Eleven #3
Nivéa moaned, and he kissed her deeply. With his eyes closed, Crown’s hands roamed over her body, his chain brushing against her glistening skin. His fingers worked their magic, coaxing warmth from her breasts, milk spilling forth trickling onto his chest.
“Damn, baby.” He grunted.
Crown gave her a couple more thrusts, then paused, lowering his head to savor her.
As he drank from her breast, an undeniable hunger surged within him.
Reaching over, he grabbed the hands-free clitoral vibrator, positioning it against her sensitive clit.
Securing it in place, he watched in delight as she cried out.
“Ahhhhhhhh,”
Crown shifted to her other breast.
“Baby, pleaseee. Hold on, w…wait.. W…what are you doing to me?” Nivèa trembled, her legs squirming from the vibrations.
As she tugged at the cuffs, Crown shook his head in refusal. He knew his wife well. This wasn’t true distress; she simply craved control. But that wasn’t happening, not now.
Still latched onto her nipple, Crown reached down, carefully smearing her juices and lubricant onto her asshole, ensuring the vibrator remained undisturbed. With a deliberate slowness, he began to enter her.
“Ssssss. Ooooh,” Nivéa hissed, gasping for oxygen. She was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn’t tell if her reaction stemmed more from the toy or the fact that he was filling her ass.
“Fuckkkkkk,” Crown groaned, pausing to give her a break. “You still trust me?” He asked.
Breathing heavily, Nivéa bit her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering. The vibrations mixed with her labored breaths filled the room as Jagged Edge played softly in the background.
“Yes, baby.” She whispered.
“I love you so fuckin’ much, ma.” Crown replied, biting her chin as he slid in deeper.
“I…I love…” Nivéa cut herself short, crying out. She was trying to be a good girl and take him fully, but the sting was powerful.
“I know you do. You don’t have to struggle to say it.” He told her, his voice low. “Relax for me, baby. I don’t want your body to be in distress. I just wanna make you feel good.”
Nivéa nodded, surrendering to his movements as he glided deeper inside her. With her legs in the air, her toes curled with each push. Eventually, a tear slipped down her cheek, causing a flicker of concern in Crown.
“You okay?” He asked, immediately pausing and using the remote to turn off the vibrator.
Nivéa caught her breath, licking her lips, lost in a trance.
“Baby?” Crown called softly, kissing her neck to draw her back. “You need me to pull out?”
Another tear fell from her eye as she shook her head; she just needed a minute…or two.
“Are you sure?”
“I…I’m positive. Keep going.” She replied, kissing his beard to reassure him that she was okay because she knew he wouldn’t go on without it.
Staring into her eyes, Crown began to rotate his waist again, curious to see how she would react.
She didn’t flinch from the intrusion; instead, Nivéa welcomed him deeper.
They both hissed as he reached the depths of her, and she began to thrust her hips in sync with his rhythm.
That final movement signaled to Crown that she was fine, ready to explore this uncharted territory.
With her unspoken approval, he pressed the button to turn the vibrator back on.
Lost in pure bliss, they moaned as their bodies shivered against one another.
Nivéa didn’t know what the fuck to do with herself as the sensations coursed through her.
Eventually, as her body adjusted, the initial pain of Crown fucking her in that way transformed into sheer pleasure.
He took his time, and it felt good…too good.
It was as if he had unlocked a new dimension of ecstasy.
With bated breath, Nivéa stared up at the mirror, watching as the muscles in his back and ass flexed repeatedly, driving deeper into her. It was the wildest shit she had ever experienced, one she would never forget.
“Oh gaaaaa, baby. Uhhhhh.” She caved, slowly slipping into an out-of-body experience. “Ahmadddddd.”
The warmth of her milky essence surged against Crown, sending a shockwave through him, making his stomach tighten. The combination of her orgasm and the tightness enveloping his dick drove him wild, and he began to growl like an animal, releasing himself hard as they came together.
After round one, Crown thoroughly cleaned himself off, ready for round two.
Nivéa knelt before him, emotionally sucking his dick while he sat on the padded leather bench.
It was his turn to be entranced. Her glow-in-the-dark nails, milky white for the reception, transformed into a vivid lime green.
The sight was intoxicating. He succumbed fast, pulling out and spilling across her face.
Once he finished, Crown lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bondage table, taking her from behind with a firm grip.
By round three, they were in a passionate 69, and as he looked up at Nivéa in the mirror above, he couldn’t help but admire the stretch marks across her jiggling ass as she rode his face. The moment intensified, and Crown lost himself yet again, cumming in her mouth, the pleasure overwhelming.
Round four transformed into sweet, pure lovemaking. Bound to the bed again, Nivéa lay on her stomach, and Crown positioned himself on her back, stroking her deeply and softly.
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He carved his name in the pussy. She belonged to him forever…