Chapter 147:
Makenna’s POV:
The car began moving. The partition separated the front and back seats. In the small space, I huddled in a corner, overwhelmed with despair.
A flicker of pain crossed Clayton’s eyes as he looked at me. “Makenna, I don’t think you are dirty.” His voice was tender, but I remained tightly curled up, shivering in the corner.
He spoke soothingly. “If it frightens you, I won’t touch you. I’ll turn away now, so you can take it out by yourself, okay?”
His words prompted me to cautiously raise my head. Seeing him actually turn away, I hesitantly shifted my body. The car moved steadily.
Flushed with embarrassment, I decided to act. Draping the blanket over myself, I carefully spread my legs to remove the vibrator. I inserted my fingers inside. It was very wet, and the moisture nearly wrinkled the skin of my fingers.
The vibrator buzzed deeply inside me. Fighting the overwhelming pleasure, I pushed my fingers further in. My legs were spread wide open. I could clearly see the fluid flowing out. There was even some milky white liquid mixed in—the sperm Bryan had left in me.
When I recalled how crazily he had thrust into me, I felt a deep humiliation and urgency to remove the vibrator. But my haste only made me clumsy. My fingers grazed the device and inadvertently pushed it deeper.
Suddenly, a wave of pleasure surged through me. It overcame me completely, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. I was oblivious to the blanket that had slipped off. The liquid that escaped me even soaked the seat.
“Hmm…” I tried my best to stifle the groan that nearly escaped my mouth. My fingers immediately slipped away from my vagina. I could not help but slightly open my mouth and gasp for breath.
“What’s wrong with you?” Clayton noticed my distress. When he turned back, he caught sight of me, leaning back on the seat with my legs apart. His expression grew dark.
Frightened, I quickly wrapped myself in the blanket, overwhelmed with embarrassment.
𝖁𝗂𝖊𝖜 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 gal𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
It felt as if I were masturbating right before his eyes. Clayton looked as though he was about to speak, but just then, the car halted in front of his villa.
He said to me gently, “You can’t return to your villa in this state, so I brought you to my place first. Let’s go in and find a way to take it out. Don’t worry.”
With flushed cheeks, I could only nod in agreement. Clayton carried me into his villa and quickly ensured we were alone by sending all the servants away.
As soon as I sat on the sofa, another wave of pleasure overwhelmed me, causing me to shiver. I had another orgasm.
“Can you manage to take it out yourself?” Clayton asked, looking uneasy.
Recalling what had just happened in the car, I shook my head with burning cheeks and muttered, “No, it’s way too deep.” I feared losing control to the sensation before I could remove the vibrator.
His face turned pink upon hearing my words. The living room fell silent for a moment. I lowered my head, occasionally raising my eyes to glance at him. He seemed to be fighting an internal battle.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he opened his mouth to speak. “Makenna, if you trust me…” He paused briefly, then added, “Let me help you take it out.”
