112 The Edge of Sensation

Every thrust from Michael felt like a surge of life coursing through me, a pulse of pleasure that grew stronger with each passing second. It was as if my entire body had become a vessel, eagerly soaking up the intoxicating ecstasy that only Michael could provide. The torment I had endured made these moments even more precious, as if the very essence of my being craved the solace his touch provided.

My breath came out in shallow, heated gasps as the fire in my lower body intensified. The friction from Michael’s relentless movements had inflamed every nerve ending, making me acutely aware of the desire pooling within me. His presence inside me was overwhelming, his soaked and pulsating length moving with a force that left me teetering on the edge of sanity. The relentless rhythm, the undeniable pressure against my most sensitive spot—it was all too much, and yet, I found myself craving more.

Michael’s thrusts grew more powerful, each one a claim, a reminder of the control he held over m