I Became the Billionaire's Fake Lover to Get My Revenge
Chapter 94: Blissful Numbness

Chapter 94: Blissful Numbness

William lifted her hips without giving her a moment to react, folding her body almost in half as his hardened length ground firmly against her aching core. The relentless pressure and motion sent waves of pleasure crashing through her as he continued to stroke her over and over, each thrust more intense than the last.

And just like always, it was Anna who surrendered first.

"Ahhh...!"

A raw cry tore from her throat, and William slowly pulled away just as her body gave out, collapsing back onto the bed in breathless exhaustion, her limbs loose and trembling.

He licked his lips again, eyes darkening with desire as he turned her over with practiced ease. His gaze roamed down the length of her quivering form, lingering on the curve of her back and the gentle arch of her spine.

Her waist looked even slimmer now, a graceful contrast to the alluring roundness of her buttocks. Her skin was flushed, a delicate pink bloom spreading across her curves as though someone had been brushing her with rose-tinted pigment all this time.

He took a firm hold of her hips, both hands sinking into the softness of her flesh, savoring the warmth and yielding texture beneath his palms. Then, parting her cheeks slowly, he revealed the glistening folds hidden between her legs—slick with a mixture of their arousal, swollen and sensitive.

With deliberate care, William slid his middle finger inside, feeling the immediate, instinctive clench of her inner walls around him. Her first impulse was to recoil, to flee the overwhelming sensation building inside her.

But William only chuckled under his breath as she weakly tried to crawl forward on trembling limbs.

Without hesitation, he grasped her slender ankles and pulled her effortlessly back beneath him, repositioning her precisely where he wanted—helpless, flushed, and ready for more.

William reached forward and adjusted the belt binding her wrists, ensuring it remained secure—tight enough to hold her in place, but not enough to hurt.

"Are you seriously trying to run now?" he asked, a sly grin curling at the corners of his lips. "You were the one who asked for this... remember?"

Without waiting for a response, he slid his hand beneath Anna’s trembling stomach and gently bent her over, his mouth brushing against the small of her back as he placed a wet, lingering kiss there.

With her wrists still bound, she could only lift her hips in response—her face buried into the sheets, panting heavily from a mix of mortification and heated anticipation.

Lowering himself further, his breath left a warm, damp trail along her skin, each exhale making her squirm. Then, without warning, William buried his face between her legs, and a gasp tore from her throat—raw and uncontrolled, echoing like a clap of thunder through the quiet room.

"Ah...!"

His tongue circled her entrance, teasing and tracing her folds before plunging inside with delicious intent. His hands roamed freely—kneading her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh of her buttocks—while his mouth worked her with relentless hunger.

The wet, lewd sounds of his lips and tongue sucking deeply at her made Anna squeeze her eyes shut, her breath catching as hot tears slid down her cheeks. She struggled to suppress the moans building in her chest, biting down on her lip and pressing her face into the pillow as if it could somehow silence the storm inside her.

Still raw and achingly sensitive, her body continued to tremble beneath him, every flick of his tongue sending her closer to the edge, making it harder and harder to hold back the pleasure that threatened to consume her whole.

A cascade of climaxes rippled through her, each wave more overwhelming than the last, as her inner walls contracted tightly around the man’s unrelenting tongue. But William didn’t pause—not for a second. His pace remained steady, if not more determined, intensifying every flicker of sensation until it bordered on unbearable bliss.

Anna’s mouth hung open, her breaths coming faster, louder, as tears welled up in her eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer, unrelenting pleasure that had overtaken her body. It gripped her like a fever, raw and consuming, leaving her feeling utterly helpless—like an animal in heat, desperate, instinct-driven, and unable to resist the mounting waves of arousal.

She didn’t know how to escape it—nor did she truly want to.

Unlike before, there was no tension in her limbs, no fear clenching her muscles. This time, her body had surrendered more easily, more completely. And perhaps it was that very ease, that rare sense of trust and relaxation, that made her unravel so entirely. She hadn’t known she could be like this—so uninhibited, so shamelessly responsive, so wantonly submissive.

And it was William—only William—who could draw this side out of her.

Just one man had the power to reduce her to this trembling, panting mess.

As her shudders began to subside and her awareness slowly returned, Anna felt herself regaining a sliver of control. Her mind began to clear, her breathing steadied... until she felt William’s fingers return, brushing against the most sensitive part of her once more.

Her head snapped back instinctively, her neck arching as William gently rubbed faster, his skilled fingers teasing while his tongue thrust deeper with renewed fervor.

The sensations surged again—sharper, more intoxicating than before—and she could feel another climax rapidly building. When it finally crashed over her, she buried her face into the pillow, biting down on the fabric to muffle the broken moans that clawed their way up her throat.

But just as she was about to surrender completely, at the very brink of release, everything stopped.

William pulled both his mouth and hand away.

And the pleasure—so close, so explosive—was abruptly stolen from her, leaving her trembling with a hollow ache, like a flame snuffed out too soon.

"Ahh..."

Anna’s voice carried a note of disappointment, her lips parting to call out to William—but before she could utter a full word, he returned. His fingers resumed their slow, deliberate strokes against her sensitive skin, the touch softer now, almost soothing. As if he were trying to calm the storm inside her.

But Anna didn’t want calm.

Quite the opposite—she craved the intensity, the urgency. She wanted him to rub her harder, faster, to drag her back to the edge and push her over it. But William didn’t give in to her unspoken plea. And just when she was about to fall into another overwhelming climax, his hand slipped away again, leaving her pulsing with need.

The teasing—cruel and calculated—was driving her mad.

Each time he stopped just before she came, it sent her spiraling further into desperation. Her body felt feverish, burning from within, and her mouth had grown dry from her breathless panting, her attempts to catch air in the midst of the torment proving futile.

"Will, why..." she breathed, her voice catching in her throat.

She couldn’t bear the throbbing ache anymore. The deep, hungry twitch of her insides screamed for release, her body trembling with unspent need. Her thoughts blurred again, clouded by the singular desire to feel him—moving inside her, claiming her, again and again, until nothing else remained but blissful numbness.

Arching her hips higher, Anna moaned softly, her voice laced with desperation. "Don’t stop... Please, put it in... I want you inside me. Right now...!"

She couldn’t believe she’d spoken the words out loud again. Yet, somehow, when it came to William, there was no shame. No hesitation. Only raw, overwhelming honesty. Still, the intensity of her own confession flustered her, and she buried her face into the pillow again, hiding from the vulnerability that came with wanting someone so completely.

But the moment didn’t stretch on for long.

Without warning, his hardness plunged deep inside her, filling her to the hilt. Her back arched instinctively, head tilting back as a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

Finally—finally—he was inside her.

And with every powerful thrust, she climbed higher, her long-awaited release fast approaching.

Her body tightened around him, and when her pleasure burst free at last, hot and uncontrollable, fluids gushed from her, mixing with his rhythm and soaking the sheets. The room echoed with the lewd, wet sounds of their union, each one more deliciously obscene than the last.

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