His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 179

Olive’s POV

The vibrator hummed to life with a low, insistent buzz that made my entire body tense with anticipation, and when Zane pressed it against my clit without warning I nearly screamed, my hips jerking off the bed as pleasure shot through me like electricity.

“Fuck!” I gasped, tugging against the restraints instinctivety, and Zane chuckled darkly.

“Sensitive,” he observed, moving the vibrator in slow circles. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

He pressed harder and I couldn’t stop the desperate moan that tore from my throat, couldn’t stop my thighs from trying to close even though Zane’s free hand came down to force them apart.

“Keep these legs spread,” he commanded. “I want to see everything.

Want to watch your cunt get wetter and wetter as I play with you.”

The vibrations were relentless, building pleasure so quickly I could barely breathe, and within minutes I was already teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Zane,” I whimpered. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

“I know, Muffin,” he said, and then pulled the vibrator away completely.

The denial made me actually sob, my hips chasing the sensation that had disappeared, and Zane’s smile was absolutely wicked.

“Not yet,” he said. “You don’t come until I say you can come.

Understand?”

“Please,” I begged. “Please, I need it.”What do you need?” Zane asked, trailing the vibrator down my inner thigh, the vibrations maddening but not nearly enough. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I need to come, I-panted. “Please let me come.”

“Not good enough,” Zane said. “Be specific. Tell me what you want me to do to this needy little cunt.”

My face flamed but I was too desperate to care about embarrassment.

“I want you to put the vibrator on my clit and make me come,” I said breathlessly. “Please. I’m so wet it hurts. I need it so badly.”

“Better,” Zane praised, and pressed the vibrator back against my clit.

The pleasure hit me like a freight train and this time Zane didn’t pull away, keeping the vibrations steady and intense as I climbed higher and higher toward release.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Let me see you fall apart. Let me watch this pretty pussy come.”

The orgasm crashed over me suddenly, violently, making my entire body arch off the bed as I screamed his name, pleasure rolling through me in waves that seemed endless.

But Zane didn’t stop.

He kept the vibrator pressed against my oversensitive clit, forcing another orgasm from me before the first one had even fully subsided, and I was crying now, tears streaming down my face as pleasure bordered on pain.

“Too much,” I gasped. “Zane, it’s too much.”

“Color?” he asked immediately, his hand stilling.

“Yellow,” I managed. “Just-just give me a second.”

Zane pulled the vibrator away and set it aside, his hands coming to stroke soothingly over my thighs.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Taking everything I give you.

You came so beautifully, baby. So fucking perfect.”

My breathing slowly returned to normal and I blinked up at him through tear-blurred vision.

“Okay?” Zane asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “That was just intense.”

“We can stop here if you need to,” Zane offered.

“No,” I said immediately. “I want more. Want everything you want to give me.”

Something dark and possessive flashed across Zane’s face.

“Careful what you wish for,” he warned.

He retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand, warming it between his palms before coating his fingers thoroughly.

“I’m going to stretch you now,” Zane said, his voice dropping lower.” Start with one finger, then add more until I can fit my whole hand inside your cunt.”

My eyes widened. “Your whole hand?”

“If you can take it,” Zane said. “If you’re a good girl and relax for me.

Can you do that?”

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