Page 169 of My Big, Fat, Hot Billionaire Enemy

“Fuck, Lucy,” he groans, his voice thick, strained. “You feel so fucking tight like this.”

He starts to move, his thrusts slow, deep, measured. Each stroke sends ripples of sensation through my entire body, amplified by the darkness, by the constant, insistent pressure of the plug.

It’s almost too much.

He kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans, his body moving against mine with a tenderness that belies the intensity of the sensations he’s creating.

“I love you, Lucy,” he whispers against my lips, his thrusts punctuating the words. “So fucking much.”

Then, I feel another vibration. Low at first, then intensifying.

The vibrator.

Oh god, not that, too??

He presses it against my clit, and the combined sensations of his cock inside me, the intense buzzing against my happy button, and the pressure of the plug tips me over the edge almost instantly.

“Oh god! Christopher!” I scream as my pussy clenches violently around his thick,hard cock. I’m completely overwhelmed, my body shattering into a million pieces.

It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, period. Almost unbearable.

He doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, keeps the vibrator pressed against my clit, riding out my climax, pushing me further.

“That feels so fucking good!” I sob out, completely lost in the sensations.

“Again,” he demands.

“Christopher—” I choke on his name as the vibrator surges harder against my clit, its buzz syncing with the brutal pace of his thrusts.

The world narrows to his voice, his hands, the relentless swell of pleasure tightening like a vise. The plug buried inside me pulses with every snap of his hips, a wicked counterpoint to the stretch of him filling me.

Too much, not enough.

My thighs tremble, slick with sweat, as the next orgasm crests without mercy. “Christopher, I can’t—!”

“You can.” His palm slams down beside my head, the mattress shuddering. “Youcan.”

His teeth graze my earlobe, possessive, as his other hand twists the vibrator in cruel, perfect circles.

The next orgasm rips through me like a live wire, my back arching off the bed, a raw scream tearing from my throat this time.

He doesn’t relent.Faster, deeper, the plug a relentless anchor as I clench around him, every nerve alight.

“Mine,” he snarls, breath ragged now, his control fraying. “Cum for me like you mean it.Cum!”

I shatter again, my vision whiting out behind the blindfold, my body a taut bowstring.

His rhythm finally stutters, a guttural roar escaping him as he slams home one last time, hips grinding, his release shuddering through us both.

I feel him tremble, and I meanreally tremble, his forehead pressed to my shoulder, his fingers digging into my hipbone like he’ll die if he lets go.

“Lucy,” he grits out, my name a wrecked prayer. Finally, the god kneels.

He collapses against me, spent.

The vibrator still hums, forgotten against my oversensitive flesh.

I twitch, gasping, as he reaches down to flick it off, his chuckle dark, satisfied.