Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... those other women felt too, when… but then the thought was washed away with the flood of sensation and emotion that made any thought impossible. Fully impaled on her husband, she felt his hands slide down her flanks to come to rest on her bare behind. His big calloused hands so warm… so… firm and powerful, one hand under each cheek. He held her up seemingly effortlessly.

When she felt Duke’s cock hit bottom, deep inside of her, she gasped. No longer able to breathe let alone kiss, Caroline let her face nestle into his neck and shoulder. Her arms around his neck pulled at him holding her as closely to his chest as she could manage. Her hands splayed on his back only to curl as if they were claws, her fingertips digging into to his skin.

After a few moments of perfect stillness… other than movement from heavy breathing and pounding hearts… Duke lifted Caroline… slowly… oh so slowly. Her mouth opened wide in a forlorn silent scream as she felt his swollen head drag and pull at her insides as she rose in Duke’s arms. Part of her was in near panic as the feeling of emptiness replaced the glorious fullness that had just been there. Out… out… out… then, just when it felt like it was going to be completely removed… Duke reversed.

With the same slowness, Duke began lowering his wife back downward, his penetration going deeper, and deeper, spreading her velvety sheath again. For Caroline, it was like life was returning to her body, her soul rejoiced, her body… her body ...

... trembled with excitement. Her open-mouthed silent scream changed to a rictus of intense pleasure. Her bared teeth sought out and found purchase in Dukes shoulder. The biting muffled her scream even as she felt him bottom out again and then start to withdraw for a second time.

As Duke pushed in for the second time, barely going any faster, Caroline released her bite and kissed along his neck to his ear. In a low throaty moaning voice, she barely whispered alongside his ear.

“I am yours, my husband. I always will be. You are mine! Now… fuck me! Fuck me like those other women can only dream of… fuck me like it’s the first time… fuck me like it’s the last time! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Her cries rose from the throaty whisper to a delirious shout as Duke picked up the pace.

Duke was beyond words, his heart soaring and plunging and soaring again as he heard Caroline’s words in his ear. The physical sensations were almost overwhelmed by his emotional response. The shame and guilt he carried for his past transgressions, his cheating so many times with so many other women… was all overshadowed by the love he felt from and for this woman in his arms. His wife. His best friend since he was too young to even know what a friend was… Truly, his soulmate. His pleasure didn’t matter with this woman, it was her pleasure that he endeavored to fulfill. To show her that she owned his heart and soul despite his wandering ways.

Heartbeats turned into seconds, seconds into minutes… minutes ...