Page 67 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

His shaft was so close, so thick, so painfully hard right in front of her face. The light purple crown throbbed, veins pulsing with need. She gave it soft licks, teasing him with delicate strokes.

Even though she tried to keep her pace steady, exhaustion was catching up to her. Her neck ached from moving up and down, and the relentless pleasure of the vibrators was tearing her apart.

Noticing her struggle, Christian's eyes softened. With a deep inhale, he bent down, his strong hands cupping her heated body.

He suddenly moved, kneeling in front of her. His large hands slid over her body, caressing her trembling frame before liftingher onto his lap. He settled back against the bed, spreading his legs and cradling her in his arms.

The new position made the vibrators inside her press even deeper, hitting every sensitive spot at once.

A ragged moan escaped her as her face collapsed against his neck, her arms clinging to his body for support, breathless and spent.

"Is this better?" His voice was laced with tenderness as his hands traced soothing patterns over her back and sides.

She sighed shakily, nodding against his skin. Her arms tightened around him instinctively, grounding herself in his warmth.

"Your body is still burning up," he murmured against her cheek, trailing soft kisses down to her ear. "You love cumming, don’t you? Did the toys I brought satisfy you?"

"Y-yes," she whimpered, her body shuddering as another orgasm crashed over her.

Christian's fingers moved to her clit, removing the vibrator that had been rubbing against her sensitive bud. His thumb replaced it, circling the swollen flesh with slow, deliberate strokes.

His other hand pressed against the end of the vibrator still inside her, angling it deeper until it massaged that perfect spot.

A desperate sound slipped from Ivy’s lips. “Oh… God.”

His lips curled in delight at the sound. "I love you like this, Ivy. Watching you drown in pleasure makes me so fucking hard without even touching myself."

The proof of his arousal pressed against her stomach, the wet tip rubbing against her pristine skin. He shifted slightly, rolling his hips, rubbing against her teasingly, and savoring the friction.

Before she could catch her breath, pleasure consumed her again. A sharp cry escaped her lips as another orgasm rocked through her. Her nails raked down his nape, marking him as she gasped his name.

“Christian…” She bit down on his ear, her voice breaking with pleasure, sobbing from the overwhelming sensations.

But he clearly had no intention of giving her mercy. Not tonight.

She had to do something to shift control. Her body burned with need, and the relentless teasing was driving her mad.

“I need you,” she whispered, voice raw with desperation. “I want you inside me.”

His thumb stilled for a brief moment. Then he pulled back, his dark eyes searching her flushed face. "Beg for it."

Ivy swallowed hard, her lashes fluttering shut as heat pooled between her legs. Before she could answer, his thumb resumed its torment, rubbing her even faster.

A firm hand gripped her jaw, guiding her backward until she lay beneath him. He hovered over her, his gaze devouring her, his rod still pressing against her stomach as his lips closed over her hardened nipple.

“Oh…” She whimpered, her back arching into his mouth.

His voice was rough, thick with desire. “I ache for you, Ivy. I just want to fuck you again and again… until the only fucking thing you remember is my name.”

He gripped the vibrator and twisted it in slow, agonizing circles. Her body jerked in response.

“Ahhh—!” she cried, body shaking. another wave of pleasure slamming into her.

Her breaths came in short, uneven pants, her body barely keeping up.

“I’ll do anything,” she whispered, desperate, her fingers clutching his shoulders. “I swear, Christian. Anything you want. Just—just fuck me. Please. Let me have your rod inside me."

Christian stilled, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

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