Chapter 148:
Makenna’s POV:
Clayton would help me take it out? I froze, lowering my head, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. It was humiliating, but the relentless buzzing inside me wouldn’t let me forget that if I didn’t get it out soon, I would remain trapped in this torment.
The thought made me hesitate for what felt like an eternity before I finally nodded, whispering, “Okay.” There was no one else who could help me but Clayton. He was different from Bryan—I believed he wouldn’t hurt me.
Clayton moved slowly, sitting beside me as if afraid I might bolt. He gently lifted the blanket covering me, revealing my trembling legs, already stained with evidence of my predicament.
“Is this alright?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded, ashamed, gathering every ounce of courage before parting my legs in front of him. The moment his gaze fell on my exposed lower body, his eyes darkened with desire, and his lips pressed into a tight line as if he were holding back something primal.
Mortified, I turned my head away, focusing on anything but him.
“Just a moment,” he murmured, his voice soothing. He gently lifted one of my legs, resting it on the back of the sofa. My legs were spread wide, leaving nothing hidden from his view.
The shame was overwhelming, like a storm rising inside me, threatening to drown me in its waves. I bit down on my knuckles, nerves twisting in my stomach, as his fingers carefully entered me, inch by inch.
The sensation was entirely different from Bryan’s rough invasions. Clayton was tender, cautious, as if each touch were a question rather than a demand. Yet, my body had become so hypersensitive from the relentless vibrator.
Clayton’s fingers brushed against it, and the dormant pleasure roared back to life, like a fire stoked too soon. I bit my lip, struggling to stifle my reaction.
He had found the vibrator, his two deft fingers pinching it, and slowly began to extract it.
𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝔤𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[.]𝖼𝗈𝗆
“Ah…” I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. The vibrator, coupled with his fingers, dragged against my tender flesh, intensifying the sensations. My body instinctively tightened around his fingers, making him pause. Shame surged again, clashing with the relentless waves of pleasure rising from within.
My body trembled, caught in the throes of a tide I couldn’t escape. My moan was louder this time, involuntary, as the vibrator finally slipped out of me. I dared to glance at Clayton, only to see him holding the device, glistening with the fluids I couldn’t control, reflecting the light in tiny, crystalline beads.
I quickly closed my legs, wanting to thank him, but the words caught in my throat. His gaze fixed on me, a deep crimson overtaking his eyes, reminding me of the first time I had come to his villa, when he had lost control just like this. Fear flickered in my chest—what was he planning to do?
But before I could speak, he shook his head, muttering an apology, his voice low and strained. He made a move to leave.
“Wait!” I didn’t know why, but an impulse drove me to him. I rushed forward and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my lips to his. If it was him, I’d be willing.
Clayton trembled beneath my touch, as if he were on the edge of breaking, but then he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me upstairs and tossing me onto the bed. This time, his movements were rougher, more desperate, but I wasn’t afraid.
His breath was hot against my ear, his eyes burning with an intensity that matched my own. His tongue traced my earlobe, and a shiver raced down my spine, my nipples hardening under his attention. His strong presence enveloped me, the clean scent of him filling my senses.
His fingers found my nipples, pinching and rubbing them with an urgency that made me gasp.
“Oh…” The mix of pain and pleasure tore a cry from me, my body arching into his touch. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, radiating heat. He was more impatient than before, one hand pulling my leg aside while the other guided himself to my entrance.
I was already so wet, as if my body had been waiting for him, and it welcomed him in without resistance.
“Makenna, you feel so good,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire as he moved inside me.
His words made my face burn, but I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper, faster. His breath was ragged in my ear, each exhale fueling the fire burning between us. His lips captured mine, his kiss hungry, his tongue sweeping across mine with fervor.
His hips surged forward suddenly, crashing into me with a force that felt as if he were breaking through layers of delicate flesh, plunging deep until he reached the very core of me. As he drove relentlessly into the depths, an overwhelming wave of liquid was released, pushed out by the sheer intensity of his thrusts. His size and strength struck that exquisitely sensitive spot inside me, sending shockwaves through my body.
It felt as though my very soul was being touched, and in an instant, my mind went blank, my legs trembling uncontrollably around his waist. Yet Clayton showed no sign of slowing down; he kept driving into me with raw, unyielding power.
Unable to hold back, I found myself pleading, “Please… slow down… I’m so close… I’m cumming…”
His breath was heavy, but his voice remained soft and coaxing as he reassured me, “It’s alright, Makenna… let it happen…”
He moved his hips even faster, the friction between our bodies creating sounds that echoed through the room. I could feel the warm streams of liquid slowly trickling down as my body surrendered completely to the sensations. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, I gasped for breath, my mouth open as I tried to keep up with him.
Even after I climaxed, Clayton continued, his thrusts deep and relentless, pressing further and further inside me as if he wanted to reach the very center of my being. My legs kicked out weakly on the bed, but he held me firmly in place, his pace quickening, becoming even more intense than before.
A slight discomfort began to build, and I could only whisper in a breathy voice, “Please… slow down… it’s too much…”
At my words, Clayton slowed just a fraction, his lips brushing against my forehead in a tender kiss as he murmured, “I’m not done yet. Can you stay with me a little longer?”
Blushing, I nodded, catching my breath before wrapping my arms around his neck, ready to give him whatever he needed.
