“Nhhng! Ah…!”
The firm hand supporting her buttocks pulled him back just enough until his tip barely lingered inside.
Then, in one swift motion, he drew her in and thrust his hips forward. The sheer helplessness of her position—unable to flee, forced to cling to the man driving her past her limits—only heightened her arousal.
Her moans of pleasure dissolved into sobs as she buried her trembling face in the crook of his neck.
Silas paid her no mind, continuing to draw back long before plunging deep again, reveling in the tight, frantic pulse of her body wrapping around him.
It was a satisfying sight: his wife, who usually clung so stubbornly to her nonsensical claims, reduced to helpless whimpers in his arms.
“Hahhl! P-please… stop, nhhngh!”
Once again, a prolonged climax washed over Rachel, spilling fluid from her depths. Her vision swayed dizzily; a sharp shiver coursed down her spine. A cry born of overwhelming pleasure burst from her lips, only to be muffled against his shoulder.
“Honey, you’re telling me to stop, but why are you squeezing me so tight? Hm?”
With every thrust, her inner walls twitched, drawing him deeper. Even as she shuddered in the wake of a deep climax, he continued to drive into her with a force so unrelenting it left her feeling weightless.
Yet, held tightly in his embrace, she was pulled closer rather than pushed away. Another surge of fluid, mixed with the warm release Silas had left inside her earlier, trickled out from her core.
“Hahhk!”
Words failed her. Even breathing became a chore. Moans surged up her throat as if her tongue had gone completely numb. All her senses narrowed down to the raw sensation he was inflicting upon her, setting off burst after burst of blinding light behind her eyes.
Her body burned from the inside out—hot was too weak a word. A fiery pleasure coiled in her lower abdomen. Yet Silas, far from satisfied, set a relentless pace without a moment’s pause. As if anticipating every move, her body contracted in turn, milking him tightly.
At the threshold where endless climaxes threatened to blur into one, Silas let out a low, guttural groan.
“Hah, damn it.”
His hips buried deep, grinding directly against the sensitive center that could shatter her composure with a mere touch. Silas’s thighs instantly locked tight, the tremors of his muscles transferring directly through their joined skin. Moments later, a thick, searing warmth poured deep into her core.
“Kurgh…!”
A heavy breath escaped Silas’s lips. Rachel felt utterly filled, stretched to her absolute limit. As she had expected, there was simply no room left to hold it all. Each time she unconsciously flexed around his still-rigid shaft, slick warmth spilled down between them.
She knew what usually followed. Silas, rarely satisfied after only a few rounds, would relentlessly pursue his pleasure until his hunger was quenched—or until she simply passed out.
This time, however, he broke the pattern, gently easing Rachel back onto the mattress.
“Alright, honey. I’m stepping out for a bit, so rest quietly at home.”
“What?”
The unexpected reprieve caught her off guard. He had been speaking with the police earlier—was he being called in for questioning? Her mind had been rendered completely blank by the pleasure, leaving her to piece together the context of his phone call through a haze.
“Why? Disappointed?”
“…No.”
Her answer faltered. Though she had always found his intensity overwhelming, a dark, subconscious part of her had secretly hoped he wouldn’t stop. Unable to bring herself to nod, she offered a soft denial—though neither of them was fooled.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone. Or next time, I’ll tie you up before I leave.”
“Tie me up…”
At his teasing tone, a strange thrill fluttered in Rachel’s chest. As color flushed her cheeks and her breath ran hot, Silas offered a bright, knowing smile.
“To keep you from getting bored, I’ll leave a few toys inside you.”
His fingertips traced a slow, featherlight trail across her skin. At every touch, he casually detailed which toy he intended to use and how.
“Suction cups for your nipples, a vibrator for your clit…”
Rachel held her breath, listening in silence. Unconsciously, her hips twitched, her core slicking over as more of his lingering warmth leaked out. His fingers pinched her nipple with a sharp twist before gliding down to her clitoris, pressing firmly and rubbing side to side in quick, rhythmically cruel strokes.
“A dildo might feel too much like another man, so that won’t do. I’ll pick out a few pretty ones for you instead.”
Without warning, he pushed three fingers inside her at once. Stretched open by his thick shaft only moments prior, her body yielded easily. As his hand worked inside her with the deliberate pace of a real thrust, Rachel instinctively lifted her hips, chasing the phantom ache for something more.
“…A few… ngh… toys?”
“Don’t start leaking on me just yet.”
She hovered right on the precipice, but Silas withdrew his hand before she could cross it. Catching the undisguised disappointment in her eyes, he slowly licked the slick fluid from his fingers.
“Get some sleep. Because when I get back, even if you beg me to stop, I’m filling you to the brim again.”
“Honey?”
It felt almost absurd that despite wanting him to stay, the moment Silas released her, exhaustion claimed her completely.