Chain of Lust (Spirit World 2)

“I…” Her words evaporated in her throat.

He pushed in a little.

Her pussy fluttered. Maddie grabbed his shoulders.

Jean-Luc gave her a little kiss. “Let me know if it’s too much…”

“I can…” Maddie groaned. The pressure was incredible. He speared her open, forcing her inadequate cunt to accept him.

“You okay?”

Maddie could only pant. The sensation was beyond words. Pleasure. Pain. Jean-Luc burrowed inch by inch, slowly but surely filling her up.

“Just a little more,” Jean-Luc soothed her. “A little more…”

She wanted to punch him. It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one being penetrated with a cock of his size. She dug her nails into his skin. But Jean-Luc didn’t seem to feel it. His face was a mask of ecstasy. He grunted and shoved in his erection, until he was balls-deep inside her. She yelped and gave him a smack. That hurt. But it hurt so damn good.

“I’m sorry.” His tone didn’t sound like he was sorry. “I know you can take me.”

“Bastard.”

He responded with a triumphant laugh. Her wet pussy swallowed his erection. His thatch grazed her clit. His cock throbbed in her depths, pulsing, alive. Maddie had never been stretched this way before. It was maddening. Her cunt fluttered around his granite-hard shaft, protesting the intrusion. She moistened luxuriously.

“God. I can feel you creaming.” Jean-Luc slowly withdrew until his tip almost left her opening and pushed his way back in.

Maddie moaned.

“So good.” His voice thickened. “I can’t begin to tell you how good you make me feel.”

He withdrew and slammed back in. His thick cock plundered her cunt, ripping the last strands of her sanity to pieces. He started fucking her with short, jabbing thrusts. Her body quaked with fire. Her cunt made obscene sounds as he hammered into her with sheer savagery. Jean-Luc braced his arms next to her head, his hands fisting her hair as he fucked her to the point where she could only feel fire.

She loved it. The way he claimed her. The way he branded her with his lust. Pleasure gathered like an impending thunderstorm. The air around her thinned. Maddie gasped for more air. Jean-Luc pounded her frantically.

“Chérie…” he breathed out. “I…”

She exploded. She called his name as she came. Dark clouds swarmed across her vision. Her ears rang. Her breath cut off from her throat. Her pussy contracted, gripping his cock hard. Her spine stretched and kinked at the height of her rapture. Maddie cried, tears staining her cheeks. She gushed more cream, wet and hot, bathing his cock in liquid fire.

Jean-Luc battered two dozen more strokes before he surrendered to his own climax. He shouted and jerked, emptying his seed in her channel. Then he shuddered, his breath laboured. He gave her mind-muddying kisses.

He slipped out from her and drew her into his arms. Maddie basked in both her afterglow and his embrace. It had been a while since she’d felt this secure. So protected.

It felt wonderful.

She thought she’d dozed off for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes, she found Jean-Luc was watching her. He stroked her thigh.

“Chérie…” he purred.

Her gaze skittered down. He was hard again.

Jean-Luc leaned closer and kissed her on the lips. “I want more.”

Instantaneously, wanton aches stirred from her sex. Her pussy clenched and creamed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her legs. Usually, she had never been so frisky, but with him, she became ravenous for carnal desires. “Yes,” she whispered back.

Jean-Luc smiled. He kissed her again. “You’re so good to me.”

Chapter Four

“Morning, beautiful.”