Page 86 of Heart of The Night

‘Looks like I’ve missed a spot,’ he said with a smirk, his eyes landing on my soaked slit. ‘Let’s make it a delectable nine, shall we?’ he purred, then dragged his tongue around my clit, circling it with a torturously light pressure. Every nerve ending attuned to the sensation, hungrily absorbing each exquisite lick.

I gritted my teeth, a groan slipping out. Just then, he took me with expert precision, sucking my clit without a trace of pity. His tongue spun around me in his mouth, the tension within me amplifying with each full circle.

I bucked my hips, trying to escape the torment, but he clasped my thighs and pinned me back down. I squirmed in his hold. In response, he dug his fingers into my hips so hard I was certain I would bruise. A whimper escaped me, my face twisting at the agonising pleasure. It simmered in my veins, quickly spreading all the way to my fingertips and toes, turning me rigid.

I couldn’t take anymore. The pleasure, the torment – it was too much. My breaths quickened, my heart beating furiously.

I cried out, the release crashing over me like an avalanche – slow at first, and then it gained momentum, growing stronger and bigger. I went limp, consumed by the overwhelming force. It swept me into a realm of pure bliss. Nothing else existed there, not even William. My mind went completely blank, lost in the sweet, exquisite ecstasy.

But I was kicked back to reality when William suddenly penetrated me, the power of his thrust hitting the butt plug inside me. Gasping at the fulfilment, I dug my nails into my palms, fisting my hands so hard they grew numb.

‘Shit, Cara,’ he groaned. ‘You’re clutching me so hard, throbbing like a fucking drum.’ He withdrew, only to flip me onto my stomach. Then he was atop me again, his knee prising my legs apart. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it until I was forced to kneel. Still holding my hair, he rammed into me again, reaching so deep that I wailed his name.

Suddenly, I heard the vibrator. My breath caught, heart racing.

‘I say we go all in for number ten, darling,’ William said, his voice a low, velvet drawl. His arm snaked around me, bringing the vibrator to my clit.

The acute pleasure surged up my spine, and I went taut, squeezing my eyes shut.

‘Ah, no!’ I cried and flinched backward, momentarily forgetting that it would only push both him and the butt plug deeper into me. I gasped with shock and snapped forward again, but I was stopped by his grip on my hair.

I was shackled to him. There was no escape. He was everywhere, inside and out.

‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he said gruffly.

He withdrew, then slammed powerfully into me again, starting a punishing rhythm.

This was fucking unbearable. The intense judder of the vibrator blended with the torturous pleasure of his harsh thrusts, and each time he ploughed into me, the butt plug moved, stimulating the nerve endings in my other hole.

I couldn’t breathe anymore.

Not a single sound left my mouth as he panted behind me. Pulling my hair, he bent my neck and covered the slope of it with ravenous kisses. I started shuddering, barely able to contain him.

In and out. Again and again. And he reached so deep.

My muscles pressed down on him, every part of me screaming for release. Higher. Higher.

He let go of my hair, circling my waist with his arm. ‘Come for me, Cara,’ he commanded. ‘I’m right there with you.’

‘Fuck!’ I cried out, seeing tiny spots of silver shooting past my closed eyes.

‘That’s it,’ he moaned, then thrust so hard that I gasped, my climax erupting like a dam breaking. It swept through my body with violent force, flooding every single fibre of my being.

Dropping the vibrator, William caged me in his arms, holding me tightly as I turned limp, overcome by the magnitude of my formidable orgasm.

A long, deep groan rumbled from him as he carried on thrusting – so fast and deep and hard that I whimpered his name.

‘I’m coming,’ he panted, then slammed mercilessly into me one more time, spilling himself inside me. His arms tightened around me, pressing me against him as we heaved for air, both lost in a private paradise. Gradually, he relaxed his hold and let out a soft sigh, lowering me carefully and then bracing himself with his arms on either side of my frame.

‘How many, Cara?’ he said on a ragged breath and gently withdrew.

I couldn’t form a response. My thoughts were scattered, elusive. I was consumed by pure sensation, every nerve alight, drowning in the intensity. It felt like my heart was thumping between my legs; my vagina was totally beaten. Now that he was no longer inside me, it ached and burned and seemed oddly hollow.

William prodded the butt plug, making me wince. ‘How many?’

‘Ten.’ It was barely even a whisper.

‘Shall we try for twenty?’ I could hear his amusement loud and clear.

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