Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 294

Chapter 294: Chapter 294 Depths of Desire

Ava’s POV

After Joseph paused his massage on my ass, I felt his hot tip teasing my entrance. Meanwhile, his fingers kept working magic on my already dripping clit. Honestly, I’d never been this sensitive before. This desperate emptiness was growing deep inside me, just aching for him to fill me again.

He then dropped his hips, slowly sliding right into me. Once he was in, he started a steady rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts that reached my very core. Just as I began to lose myself in that familiar fullness, I suddenly felt something cool and smooth press against my other entrance. It was the butt plug. I couldn’t help but let out a moan, a powerful mix of anticipation and nerves all at once.

Joseph didn’t rush at all; he was incredibly patient, slowly easing the toy in bit by bit. The feeling of it sliding in was strange, but also really exciting. Then, as he started quickening his thrusts below, the sensation of being full in both places, plus the subtle movements of the plug as he rocked into me, just drove me absolutely wild. The pleasure was climbing to heights I’d never felt in my life.

"That’s it, baby, you’re absolutely killing me," Joseph growled. His movements became fierce and powerful then, with each thrust feeling like he was drilling right into the depths of my soul.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, starting deep inside. I felt every inch of his thick, burning cock moving fast inside me, hitting every sensitive spot mercilessly. It created a new, earth-shattering level of pleasure. And the plug’s presence had never felt so intense either; it was as if every empty space in my body had been completely filled. This whole extraordinary sensation was utterly intoxicating.

My climax was violent; my internal muscles contracted uncontrollably, gripping and sucking at his tip. The feeling was so overwhelming I nearly fainted, my body melting beneath him. Then, just as he drove deeper and harder, locking us together, I screamed, finally reaching my peak. Almost at the same moment, he groaned deeply and released. Hot pulses shot deep inside me as he pressed my hips firmly against his pelvis, making sure there was no space left between us.

Joseph then collapsed heavily on top of me. We both panted heavily, our sweat mingling as we just lay there, entangled for several minutes. His body’s weight gave me a strange sense of security, almost as if he completely possessed me, inside and out. When he finally caught his breath, he propped himself up. He gently removed the plug, then slowly withdrew his softened member from inside me. I just lay motionless on the bed, feeling utterly drained yet so completely satisfied.

"We haven’t even used everything in the box yet, my goddess," Joseph said, as he lay beside me and pulled me into his damp embrace, letting me rest my head on his chest. "But I think we definitely need a few minutes to recover."

Joseph didn’t let me rest for long. A few minutes later, I felt his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.

"Turn around, Ava," he whispered, his voice still husky from our exertion.

I turned to face him; he was already aroused again. He then grabbed soft leather restraints and a uniquely shaped silver toy from the nightstand. "I want to try something different this time," he said, eyes gleaming mischievously. "You wanted to use all the toys, didn’t you?"

I nodded, my heart racing. He gently lifted my hands above my head, securing them loosely to the bedpost with the leather. It felt softer than the handcuffs, but still gave that wonderful sense of submission.

"Don’t worry, this is just for show," he promised, kissing my forehead. "Focus completely on sensation."

He held up the silver toy, a string of graduated beads. "These are anal beads," he explained, coating his fingers in lubricant. "We’ll take it slow."

I took a deep breath as his gentle touches began. His finger circled the entrance teasingly before slowly pushing in the smallest bead. It felt strange but not unpleasant. Each bead slipped in, slightly larger than the last, creating a gradually intensifying fullness. "How does that feel?" he asked, watching my expression.

"Very... full," I answered, wiggling my hips slightly as they shifted inside. He smiled, then kissed my neck and caressed my breasts. His timing was perfect; whenever the fullness became a bit much, he’d distract me.

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