He went back to his assault, his suction becoming even more aggressive, more demanding. He was literally milking the sensation out of her, his mouth working with a singular, dominant purpose.
"Stop...! Please..." Madison managed to moan, but it was no longer a command; it was a surrender.
Her head fell back against the wall, eyes rolling into the back of her head as the intense, localized pleasure-pain sent waves of uncontrollable tremors through her thighs.
The more he talked about Kyle, the more he deconstructed her identity, and the more her body betrayed her. Every time he insulted her 'perfect' life, his mouth provided a sensation so intense that her brain couldn't keep up the fight.
She was being torn apart in her mind, trying to cling to the dignity of her celebrity and her relationship, while her body was being utterly conquered by the man who knew exactly how to strip it all away.
