Chapter 157: CH: 156 Lovemaking With Wife Claire III
{Chapter: 156 Lovemaking With Wife Claire I}
"Fuck, it's too much," she whined. The sensation of William's cock stretching open her hole and brutally claiming her was so much more ferocious and power than she felt prepared to deal with, and her struggles grew steeper with each reckless slam. He filled her pussy with something to prove, the venom and the love of what he sought pushing harder against her, making her whole body clench in surprise and dismay.
Claire had minimal pussy experience, but she felt like even with more experimentation back there, she wasn't for a moment able to act like she was in a position to do anything but break down fully. Need and panic all pushed her, bringing on a stark fever that made her head spin, teaching Claire her way through the most deranged and infuriating of pleasures, making her whole being heave back and forth under the pressures and the worries that sought to unravel her.
She was stuck here, a needy mess bucking against the inevitable heats and losing herself completely.
"Be a good wife and take it," he groaned, ferocious thrusts pounding on harder and stronger as he explored all of the pleasures and passions carrying him harder forward. William was prepared to do whatever necessary for the sake of pushing her, wearing her down, reducing everything she had to a gooey mess of complete fucking surrender.
Claire was losing ground, more and more with each passing second, and William kept up such a ferocious pace on fucking her, throwing her deeper into a baffled mess of frustration and worry that left her no time to think. Her pussy received the pounding of a lifetime, and Claire wasn't strong enough to handle any of it.
His balls swung forward and smacked against her ass as his cum leaked out of her, and Claire could feel the growing dizziness and panic sweep through her body. The sound of their bodies slapping together helped muffle her needy, confused whines, even as she grew louder and more panicked, struggling through emotions too tempestuous to understand.
She was lost, foggily stumbling her way through pleasures that left her with no firm concept of what was happening or how to make it stop. She continued to simply give in, allowing William to use her body and finding that the guilty satisfaction of letting him was only getting more intense as he had his way with her. The idea she was giving up to this was beyond unbelievable, but Claire could feel herself teetering on the verge of letting go.
It felt good. As his hand crashed across her ass and he said, "You'd make a great wife, wife," Claire didn't shoot back at him or try to chide him for his remark. She moaned. Her hips wiggled and some guilty part of her wondered if that's what he was making her, and her thoughts didn't register the kind of disgust she wanted to feel.