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Fucking Christ, it’s sexy watching her lips wrap around that chain, seeing the way her soft, full breasts bounce, the nipples tugging with each of my thrusts as I pound into her. The best part is when her head starts to tip back, her telltale sign that she’s coming close to orgasm, even though I’m nowhere near her clit or pussy. She’s going just from me fucking her ass, but the length of the chain barely allows her natural response because, as she tips her head back, the nipple clamp chain pulls taut, the tension forcing her tits to still as the clamps hold her breasts in place.

With a feral scream, Winter climaxes yet again. I can feel her clit twitching, her pussy pulsing, and the tight ring of her ass constricts impossibly around the base of my cock. I couldn’t come if I wanted right now because she’s cutting off the circulation to my cockhead with how hard her ass grips me in the midst of her release. My balls throb painfully.

Then, as the last of her aftershocks subside, I pull out of her ass, roll the condom off my cock, and slam inside her pussy. Releasing her knees, I shift my hands to cover hers on the bars of the headboard as I pound mercilessly into her. She’s so wet, I can feel it coating my balls as they slap her ass.

Fuck, I’m going to come fast at this rate. I don’t care how tight her ass is. Nothing is better than the silky, slick walls of her pussy as I fuck her raw. I can feel every ridge inside her, all the ways her body tries to keep me buried deep in her core.

Sobbing with pleasure, Winter meets my eyes, and I can see they’re glassy with unbridled lust. “Yes!” she gasps around the chain, and even though she just came with me in her ass, I can tell she’s already close to another orgasm.

Shifting my motion, so I grind against her clit with every thrust, I pound into her hard, grunting with the force of it. The bed creaks beneath us with the strain of keeping up. As Winter’s pussy clamps down around my swollen erection, my own orgasm catches me completely off guard. My first spurt comes inside her, but that was not my intent. Pulling out, I grip the base of my shaft as I shoot the rest of my load all over her pussy, stomach, breasts, and then across her lips and cheeks. It just keeps coming as my balls release every drop of cum in burst after burst. The orgasm’s so fucking intense, it almost hurts, and I grip Winter’s hand painfully as I shoot my seed all over her beautiful body.

Beneath me, Winter is lost in her own intense orgasm. With her jaw dropping open, she releases the chain because her release is so all-encompassing that her back arches up off the bed, and her legs shudder. The cry of intense pleasure that escapes her lips forces another squirt of cum from my balls. And when it’s finally over, my arms are trembling with a rare lack of strength.

“Holy fuck,” Winter gasps, collapsing against the bed. Her knees sink onto the mattress, spreading her legs wide so I can see just how wet her pussy is. Beyond my cum that coats her clit, her own juices have escaped her pussy to dribble down her ass crack and soak the sheets below.

When I glance back up at my masterpiece, a sense of pride fills me at how thoroughly I’ve marked her. She’s covered in my cum. But the best part is when her tongue darts out to lick her lips clean of the milky liquid.

“My sexy fucking vixen,” I growl, my balls tightening despite how hard I just came.

Then I scoop Winter into my arms. Cradling her against my chest, I walk toward the door to our room. She doesn’t even protest as I open it and step out into the hall, not a stitch of clothing between us.

Taking her to the shower, I set her gently on her feet as I turn the water on and wait for it to come up to temperature. Only once the stream is steaming hot do I guide Winter beneath its flow. She sighs, her eyes fluttering closed as her shoulders relax. With a fresh washcloth, I take a palm full of soap and massage it across Winter’s skin, gently cleaning her. She lets me, her body gently rocking with the circular motion. As I reach around to lather her back, she lets her head tip forward to rest against my chest, leaning in to the intimate moment.

It seems as though she might fall asleep on her feet. But after I’ve scrubbed every inch of her and move on to start washing myself, Winter perks up. Taking the washcloth from my hands, she returns the favor, gently exfoliating every inch of me as she scrubs my skin with the suds.

“What are these?” she breathes when her hands reach my ribs, and she presses the purpling bruises there.

I flinch slightly, then cover it with a shrug as I smile. “Battle scars,” I tease. “From my brawl this morning.”

Winter turns me around to examine the way it stretches across my side to my back.

“Knuckles has a heavy undercut,” I explain.

Winter scoffs. “That’s an understatement.” Then she presses a tender spot near my shoulder blade. “Who did that?”

I have to think about it for a minute. “I’m pretty sure that was one of Dally’s elbows. Right before I took him to the floor.” I chuckle darkly.

When I turn around, a small smile graces Winter’s lips.

“What?” I ask. “You find humor in my pain?”

She chuckles lightly. “No. But it’s nice to see you… protecting my honor.”

Cupping Winter’s chin with my hand, I gently kiss her lips. “You’re mine, Winter. I will protect all of you, now and always.”

She leans up onto her tiptoes to return the kiss. “Thank you.”

Once we both rinse the soap from our bodies, I turn off the shower, and we step out to dry ourselves. I don’t know why, but despite the brutality of our fucking, the night feels beyond intimate. I’m not sure what upset Winter in that moment when I first kissed her, why the sudden doubt that I would hand her over to my friends, but every trace of her anxiety seems to have evaporated. All that’s left now is an intense connection that makes me feel certain she and I are meant to be together.

As we turn off the lights and slip beneath the covers, she snuggles into me, and we fall asleep almost instantly with her in my arms.

* * *

My dreams arefull of Winter. Her perfect body is on display for me to touch, eat, and fuck to my heart’s content, except I can never get to her. She’s just out of my reach. As I watch, she plays with herself, forcing me to watch her slick pussy coming again and again without offering up an opportunity for my own release.

When I wake, I’m already rock hard, my balls swollen and bruised, feeling the need to be inside her. Her ass is pressed against my cock as I spoon her, and the temptation’s simply too great. Without disturbing her, I gently shift until my cockhead presses between her legs.

Her silky folds part for me easily, though her thighs remain pressed together as she sleeps soundly on her side. When I find her entrance, I ease slowly inside, penetrating her gently so as not to wake her. She murmurs in her sleep as I start to rock against her, pressing against her ass and then withdrawing until only my cockhead rests inside her entrance. The sensation of fucking her slowly, the knowledge that I’m doing it without her knowing, is a massive turn-on. Despite the tantalizingly slow pace, I know I’m going to come in no time.


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