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.

That was the horrible truth here; Claire wanted to hate this, but she was less and less capable of doing so with each shameless pound forward. His erratic thrusts kept up a pace on her that was simply too frantic and hazy to be able to fight back against, growing more helpless a victim of all these things.

This was low. Humiliating. "Please go faster," she said. Claire had never felt weaker and never felt more embarrassed than she did in that singular moment of sweeping panic, stuck struggling back and forth to make some sense of things that she didn't have the strength to think about in particularly reasonable terms.

Claire's struggles were getting away from her, and she fell deeper under his touch and into his control as he pounded her guts into oblivion. It was senseless and loveable, but driven by a firm, underlying desire to see it all through, to keep pushing her and subjecting Claire to a plain and steady passion her body decided felt really nice.

There was no slowing down. William only hammered into her harder, his roughing-up of her body coming in drastic swells of fever and concern that kept Claire less and less able to hold it together. With one too-hard shove, he shoved her face-down onto the bed and fucked her faster, leaning over her and grunting his way through all the excitement of pushing her limits.

"You're enjoying this," he said. "You can pretend you don't, but I can feel your pussy, your body, begging my cock. You love this." He wouldn't stop this treatment, pushing on faster and greedier under the chaos and the heat of something as bizarre and as wicked as could be. He knew he was in a good position here to rule her and completely overwhelm the poor girl, and he threw everything he had into making that reality.

The hopeless shudder and crash of Claire's body into complete surrender was too powerful to ignore. Hopeless and dizzy, she lost herself, thrown into the chaos and the heat of another orgasm, this time face-down on the bed and thrashing in utter embarrassment. She used a pillow to muffle the frenzied expressions of heat sweeping up through her body, determined to avoid these feelings at any cost. She was stuck here, aflame with concerns that spiraled hotter up through her body, leaving her desperate and clumsy and totally unable to focus amid her spiral into surrender and crushing submission.

William pulled out and came all over Claire's ass and her back instead of filling her up. A hand crashed across her, forcing a whine from her as she felt him impose his ever-harsher, ever greedier wants upon her. As she lay in confusion and frustration, she felt like she was already teetering on the edge, like she wasn't fully processing reason any longer, shaken by a pleasure that was only going to grow.

Weakly, she pushed herself up, started to try and object, try and push him back, but he just rammed his way back into her twat and fucked her all over again.

"By the time I'm done with you, you won't want to say no to your husband anymore," he promised, and pushed to ravage her through and through.

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William thrust hard into Claire, allowing the world around us to blur into a haze of raw desire and primal need. His every movement was met with a responsive buck from her hips, turning me on further, encouraging me to delve deeper, to claim her more forcefully with each passing moment.

His fingers were laced through hers as he fucked her from behind like beasts, pressing her hands into the soft furs that lined the bed. He pulled her by the arms a moment later, using them as leverage to slam into her with greater intensity, each stroke eliciting a gasp or a moan from her lips. "Ohng, yes~! Harder, harder… I am- my hips are going to break!"

Claire's hips were going to break, she said, but she begged for more anyway. Her inner walls suddenly clenched tight around him, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. William could feel the pressure building within him, an unstoppable force threatening to rip through him at any moment.

"Get me–" Claire's cries of pleasure grew louder, more desperate, as she neared her own peak. "Get me pregnant, fuck me into a mess!" William drove into her harder, faster as he also reached it. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her.

William's body shuddered as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him, the feeling of his seed spilling into her triggering Claire's own climax again. Her body convulsed beneath him, her moans of pleasure music to his ears. He let go of her hands, allowing her to collapse onto the bed as He withdrew from her, his own body spent and sated.

William fell back against the furs, his chest still heaving from our latest round of passion. The air was full of the thick scent of sex and sweat, mingled with the ever-present salt tang that permeated every corner of the ship.

William closed his eyes briefly, realizing there was nothing to do here. A long minute later, he opened my eyes and found Claire stretching like a satisfied cat, her naked form glowing in the dim light filtering through the narrow door.

She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. Her tired eyes met his, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "You're insatiable, you know that?" she said, her voice soft and husky with lingering pleasure. "What happens to me if I actually get pregnant?

He chuckled, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "What can I say? You bring out the beast in me," he said, ignoring her second comment.

Her smile widened, a hint of mischief flickering in her gaze. "Well, I certainly can't complain about the results."

Both leaned in, capturing their lips in a lethargic kiss as William hand trailed down her body, tracing the curve of her hip. Gods, he loved toned women. It was rare that even after intense lovemaking, he found himself wanting this much more.

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