Page 9 of Candy Cane Chains

My fingers hook into the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them down. I kick them off, my cock springing free, heavy and aching. I grip myself, stroke slow and hard as I bite and suck every inch of her skin like it's a fucking feast.

Her breath hitches when I hit a sensitive spot, a moan rips from her throat when I suck hard enough to leave a mark. She's trembling now, her body quaking with need. Her eyes roll back as I lavish attention on her breasts, biting her nipples until they're stiff peaks.

"Please..." The word is a broken sob on her lips. "Please, Julian."

Fuck, my name on her tongue does something to me. I growl, moving lower, biting the soft flesh of her stomach. She cries out, her hips bucking up to meet me. I can smell her arousal, see the wetness slick on her thighs. I dip down, biting the tender skin there, right above her pussy.

She screams, her body convulsing. Ivy's chest heaves, her almond-shaped eyes are glossy with tears. Each one that spills over, tracking down her temple, has my cock throbbing.

I shift up, lapping up the salty trail with the tip of my tongue, my cock throbbing in my hand. I'm so fucking hard it hurts. She shivers, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Perfect. I want to consume every ounce of her desperation, her desire.

I line myself up, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She's so wet, so ready. Her eyes meet mine, pleading. Begging.

"You want this?" My voice is rough, harsh. I grip her hip, dig my fingers into her soft flesh.

She nods, a sob catching in her throat. "Yes. Yes, I want you."

I lean down, my mouth finding hers. The kiss is brutal, savage. I swallow her cries as I slowly slide into her, inch by fucking inch. She's so tight, so wet. So fucking perfect.

I pull out and thrust back into Ivy, hard and merciless. Her bound wrists flex against the velvet ribbon, and those fucking candy cane heels dig into my thighs. She begs, pleads, as I drive into her relentlessly, her voice a symphony of need and desperation.

"Please, Julian. Please..." Her head thrashes from side to side, dark hair splayed across my pillow.

I lean down, capturing a nipple between my fingers. I pinch, twist, and she arches against me, a cry ripping from her throat. Her pussy clenches around me, and I groan, slapping her breast, leaving a red handprint. She moans, pushing into my touch. I couldn't have asked for anyone more pliable, more perfect, than her.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, doing it again, harder.

Her breath hitches, her body trembling. I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me. Tears pool in her amber eyes, spilling over, and I lick them away, tasting salt and desire.

"Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, I like it."

Her admission sends a jolt straight to my cock. I pound into her, alternating between pleasure and pain. I savor her gasps, how her skin reddens under my hands. And with every bite and pinch and slap, her walls clench. Knowing she likes the pain spurs me on further.

Her hips move with mine, rolling and trying to get me deeper. She's close, I can feel it. Her body tenses, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps.

"Not yet," I command, slowing my movements.

She sobs, straining against her binds. I lean down, biting her shoulder, her collarbone, her neck. Each bite, each suck, each kiss draws out more tears, more pleas.

"Julian, please... I can't... I need..." Her voice breaks, her body shaking beneath me.

My cock is throbbing, and I'm so close to finishing that I am shaking. I thrust deep, hitting that spot that makes her scream, licking up the tears that leak free.

"Now," I growl, picking up my pace. Her body convulses, her pussy milking my cock as she comes, screaming my name.

I pull out, stroking myself as thick ropes of cum paint her stomach, her breasts. The sight of her, bound and covered in me, has me ready to fuck her all over again. I dip my fingers into the mess, smearing it across her skin, marking her.

"Fuck." She's a damn mess. Her skin is painted in my release, her flesh pink and puckered from my abuse, her lips swollen and cheeks tear stained. "I have never seen anyone more beautiful."

She whimpers, leaning her head back as she breathes. She sinks into the bed, slowly looking down at her body, and in a little voice she says, "No one has ever treated me like that."

I grin at her. "I told you I was going to take everything." I bring my hand to my still hard cock, stroking it. "Every ounce of pain. Of pleasure. Every breath and tear. It's mine."

Her eyes are fixed on my hand, pumping slow and tight, and her hips start to move. "Julian..." Her voice is barely a whisper, her eyes glazed. She looks up at me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Please... I want more."

Fuck, she didn't think I was already done, did she? Because I want to pound into her, staring at her covered in my cum, over and over.

I grin, smacking her clit with the head of my cock. "You have more to give me?"