Page 84 of Possessive Billionaire's Twisted Hunt

It was too much. It was too good. This was torture, the kind that burned through her veins and made her body weak.

"Ah!" Ivy's scream came through a choked throat, her body writhing under his control, tears spilling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Christian’s dirty words, the way his fingers played with her delicate, drenched core, forced her to convulse in a series of uncontrollable spasms. She lost herself completely, body trembling as a sudden gush of liquid slipped past Christian’s fingers, wetting the ground beneath her.

"Fuck, Ivy," Christian groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "You’re so fucking wet for me."

Christian was savage in his ways, insatiable when it came to Ivy. The only thing he cared about was to take his pleasure from her, to make her cum for him over and over again, owning her every orgasm, every desperate whimper. The more he watched herunravel because of the things he did to her, the more excited he became, the harder he grew.

Even when he made her wait, teasing her, torturing her, he reveled in the temptation that ran through his own body. And when she cried out like this—spent, sobbing, overwhelmed—he completely went wild.

"Oh god, Christian!" she gasped, her breath coming in desperate pants. His tormenting fingers were still rubbing her swollen, dripping core as he slammed in and out of her repeatedly. Her thighs quivered violently, slamming together in an attempt to tame the pleasure and stop her body from shaking.

"You wanted to cum, didn't you, Ivy?" Christian groaned, his voice thick with need. "Cum for me again. It’s alright. I don’t mind if you wet my fingers again."

"I… shit!" Ivy whimpered, shaking uncontrollably, her body too sensitive, too spent.

Christian grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as he drove into her harder, his fingers still working her clit, pushing her higher, refusing to let her come down from the high.

Ivy cried out, biting down on his forearm to silence herself, but Christian yanked her head back by the hair. He slammed his rod into her even harder, his fingers relentlessly massaging her little clit.

"I... I’m so close," she sobbed, her body arching into him, every nerve on fire. "Christian... please."

"That’s it," Christian growled, his voice low and commanding. "Cum for me. I want to watch you.”

His words sent her over the edge, her body convulsing as she shattered around him, whimpers spilling from her lips.

"That's my girl," Christian praised, his voice dark with satisfaction. His grip softened, fingers threading through her hair, stroking her with surprising gentleness. "That's it, Ivy."

Ivy trembled beneath him, breathless.

Christian was on the verge of cumming, his shaft pulsing, fattened with need, desperate to explode inside her. He wanted to bury himself deep and claim her completely, to make her squeeze his rod and scream his name over and over. Her walls clenched around him so savagely, he almost wanted to stay inside her forever, to drown in the pleasure of owning her.

But as soon as the last wave of pleasure left her body, Ivy suddenly twisted beneath him, flipping them over in a flash, her hands gripping his wrists, forcing him onto his back.

She was breathing heavily, driven by the torment he had put her through, clouding her vision with the need for revenge. The savage frustration, the unbearable pleasure—it had pushed her past her limit.

Now she wanted to give him exactly what he had given her. He had made her wait, teased her, tortured her, and now she wanted to do the same to him. She wanted to see Christian writhe beneath her, to hear him call her name, to make him beg.

Christian growled, his muscles flexing beneath her, trying to overpower her. He was on the verge of bursting inside her, desperate for his release.

"Stay still," Ivy gritted, gripping his wrists tightly as she sat over his thick, throbbing rod, refusing to move.

"I am going to cum, Ivy!" Christian growled, his hips shifting in need.

"No." Ivy muttered, rolling her hips just enough to send a pulse of pleasure through him, but not enough to let him have his release.

"Fuck, Ivy!" Christian growled, his jaw clenching as his hips bucked up to meet hers, trying to take what he needed. His hands clenching her hips tightly. "If you keep this up, I swear to god—"

"What?" Ivy cut him off, staring into his eyes. "What if I keep you like this all night? What if I don’t let you cum at all?" She teased, moving just enough to drive him insane. "You think you’re the only one who gets to be in control?"

Christian’s jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his body strained beneath her. His hands shot up, gripping her waist, muscles flexing as he prepared to flip her over.

But Ivy pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him back down. Her eyes narrowed as she leaned in close, her breath brushing against his lips.

"If you try to push me down again," she murmured, her voice dangerously soft, "I won’t have sex with you for a week."

Christian froze, his face tightening with raw, painful need. His breath hitched, his hands digging into her hips as Ivy tilted her head with a teasing smile. Slowly, she rolled her hips over his hard length in slow, delicate strokes. His jaw clenched, a strained groan slipping through his teeth as she pushed him to the edge of madness.

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