The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Horny Couples

Aria pov

The elevator dinged, we were at the penthouse. He yanked his fingers out of me so suddenly I whimpered at the empty ache. My pussy clenched around nothing, slick and throbbing.

"Come on," he ordered, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out into the hallway toward his door.

My torn pants were barely hanging on, my thighs wet, my whole body screaming for him to finish.

Mrs. Dora was waiting by the door, her purse already in hand. If she noticed my disheveled appearance or Damien’s wild eyes, she didn’t comment.

"Noah’s asleep," she said. "Went down at eight thirty without any fuss."

"Thank you, Mrs. Dora," I managed to say.

She nodded and excused herself quickly. The moment the door closed behind her, Damien had me against the wall.

"Bedroom," he growled. "Now."

We barely made it. He kissed me the entire way down the hallway, our mouths breaking apart only when necessary. When we finally got to his bedroom—our bedroom now, really—he kicked the door shut behind us.

"Clothes off," he ordered.

I didn’t argue. My gown hit the floor, my bra followed. The torn pants were already hanging off my hips. I kicked them away along with my heels. Naked now, skin flushed and still slick from earlier, I stood there while he stared.

His eyes raked over me—breasts, stomach, the wet shine between my thighs. He didn’t speak, just walked to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open.

My pulse jumped when I saw what he pulled out: the vibrator we’d used before, the one that made me scream last time.

"Damien"

"On the bed." No room for argument. "Legs spread wide."

I crawled onto the mattress, heart hammering. I lay back and opened my thighs, knees bent, pussy already swollen and dripping. He stripped fast—shirt, belt, pants, boxers—all gone in seconds. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head dark and leaking pre-cum. He was rock-hard, veins standing out, balls tight.

"Please," I begged again, voice shaking. "I need you to fuck me. I need your cock inside me so bad."

"Not tonight." He climbed between my legs, knees pushing my thighs farther apart. "Tonight this tight little pussy comes on the toy. Only the toy."

He switched it on. The low, steady buzz filled the room. My clit throbbed just hearing it.

"Damien—oh fuck"

He pressed the vibrating head straight against my clit. No teasing, just firm pressure right where I needed it most. My hips bucked off the bed, a sharp cry tearing out of me.

"That’s it," he growled, eyes fixed on my face. "Let it take you."

The vibrations shot through me like electricity. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, slick dripping down to my ass. "It’s too much—fuck—I can’t"

"You can." He circled the vibrator slowly over my clit, then pressed harder. His free hand slid up my body, cupping one breast, rough thumb scraping over my stiff nipple. "Come for me, Aria. Show me how bad you want it."

I was already close—edged from the elevator, from the hallway, from every second he’d denied me. My thighs shook, toes curling.

"Damien," I gasped, hips grinding against the toy. "Please—I need"

"What do you need?" His voice was dark, mocking. He cranked the speed higher as the buzz turned vicious. "Tell me exactly."

"You—fuck—your thick cock slamming into me. I want to feel you throbbing inside, coming deep"

"No." He pushed the vibrator firmer against my clit, grinding it in tight circles. "You come like this or you don’t come at all."

"You’re fucking evil," I panted, back arching.

"You fucking love it." He leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth—hard, teeth grazing, tongue flicking.

That broke me. The orgasm slammed through me like a fist. My pussy spasmed, clenching and fluttering as I screamed his name. Wetness gushed out, soaking the sheets under me. My whole body shook, thighs clamping around his hand, vision blurring white.

He didn’t let up. Kept the vibrator pressed right there, drawing out every brutal wave until I was whimpering, oversensitive, shoving weakly at his wrist.

"Too much—Damien—stop"

Finally he pulled it away. The sudden silence left my ears ringing. I collapsed back, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, pussy still twitching with aftershocks.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice low. He set the vibrator on the nightstand, still glistening with my cum.

I looked up at him through blurry eyes. His cock jutted out, angry-red and dripping, abs tight with restraint. He hadn’t touched himself once.

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