Only the hum of the vibrator remained.
Then he pulled back, pushed the vibrator fully inside me again, and drove forward.
The stocks rattled as he thrust into me again.
This time there was no teasing.
No slowing.
I drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state.
Aware.
But floating.
All I could feel was him.
He drove harder.
Deeper.
Faster.
Until I flew.
Taking every inch of him again and again.
My body spasmed violently and the vibrator slipped free, falling to the floor with a dull thud.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t move.
Pleasure tore through me in waves.
“Argh. Fuck, yes, Stella. Own it,” Maddox roared.
Thrust.
“My filthy little cocksleeve.”
Thrust.
“This is what you love.”
Thrust.
His long groan joined my muffled cry as he came.
The movement slowed but didn’t stop as he emptied himself inside me.
Even after.
He was still thick.
Still hard.
Still buried deep inside me.
