CHAPTER 171: INSUFFERABLE

~LAYLA~

My legs wrapped around his hips, my nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers drove me mad, the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful.

His free hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to tip my head back, exposing my throat.

"I’d love nothing more than to have you screaming my name, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough. "But I’ll settle for seeing you fall apart in front of me."

"Oh, please." I gritted my teeth, my pulse racing, my body wound so tight I felt like I might burst. "You can’t break me that easily."

"We’ll see about that."

"Don’t make promises you can’t keep, husby."

"I’m not."

"Then prove it," I challenged.

"With pleasure."

Axel’s eyes darkened, and then, he picked up the pace. His fingers were pumping into me, harder, faster, while his thumb pressed against my clit in a way that made my whole body tremble.

I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of me, slick with my wetness. My walls clenched around him, my body craving more.

His teeth grazed my skin as he spoke in a low and rough voice. "Come on, wifey. Don’t hold back. Come for me."

The water sloshed around us, warm and swirling, but it was nothing compared to the fire igniting in my veins.

Still, I refused to surrender so easily.

Lifting one leg, I wrapped it around his waist, drawing him in closer... close enough to feel just how much he wanted me.

Lowering my hand, I trailed my fingers along his length, tracing the vein from the base all the way up to the head, teasing, taunting.

I could feel him throbbing hard beneath my touch.

This time, it was Axel’s breath that stuttered. "Fuck," he growled.

I smirked, my lips brushing the shell of his ear. "You’re trembling."

Axel growled. "You really don’t know when to quit, do you?"

"Not when I’m winning."

He exhaled sharply. "Oh, sweetheart..." His grip on my waist tightened, his body pressing against mine with delicious intent. "You haven’t even begun to lose yet."

And then... he truly started.

His grip on me tightened, and his fingers began to move faster, pumping in and out of me with a ferocity that took my breath away.

His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that stole my breath, and suddenly, all my teasing, all my bravado, all my carefully placed words... they were gone.

Because Axel wasn’t just touching me; he was ruining me. And gods help me, I wanted more. My body trembled; the pleasure was so sharp it was nearly unbearable.

I could feel the water rippling around us, my heart pounding in my ears, his fingers buried deep inside me, stretching me, filling me.

It was intoxicating.

My grip on his cock tightened, and Axel growled as my fingers worked their way up and down his length.

"Gods, Layla," he rasped. "You’re killing me."

"Good," I murmured, my nails scraping against his skin.

My walls clenched around his fingers, and he groaned, his free hand fisting in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me gasp.

"Fuck," I breathed, my hips rocking against his hand, seeking more.

Axel smirked. "Are you close, sweetheart?"

"N-no," I lied, my body betraying me as my muscles tensed, my release creeping closer and closer.

"Oh, really?" He pressed a kiss to my collarbone, his voice dangerously low. "Your body says otherwise."

I tried to retort, but his thumb brushed against my clit, and all that came out was a breathy moan.

Axel chuckled. "Just let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you."

My breathing was ragged, my body wound so tightly I felt like I was about to shatter. But I don’t want to be the first to give in to the pleasure.

I knew I was being stubborn... that the longer I drag this out, the more desperate Axel was going to get. But thinking about it... it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

"Fuck," I moaned loudly.

"That’s what your body wants me to do to it right now, actually."

"You are insufferable."

"And yet, here we are." Axel chuckled. "You’re fighting a losing battle, sweetheart. You might as well surrender."

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give in. "I will not lose."

"You sure about that?" Axel leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. "Because it looks like you’re about to fall apart."

I swallowed hard, the pleasure building, my body trembling, my resolve wavering.

"Come on, Layla," Axel whispered. "Let go."

I was close, so close, my body tingling, the pleasure almost unbearable. And then, just as he thought I was going to break, I reached up with my free hand to pinch his nipples.

Axel groaned, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. "Fuck, Layla," he growled.

I smirked.

"I guess I win."

Axel’s eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on me. "We’ll see about that."

And with those words, he pressed his thumb against my clit, and his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot, the spot that made my vision go white and my entire body arch against his.

I gasped, my mind blanking as the pleasure finally broke, a wave of ecstasy crashing over me, drowning me in a sea of bliss.

Axel’s fingers kept moving, drawing out my release, making me tremble and shake, my legs shaking and toes curling.

But instead of focusing on my orgasm, I willed myself to push Axel off the edge too.

And I did.

My fingers moved along his length, my thumb brushing against the tip, spreading his pre-cum across his skin.

His hips bucked, and a low groan escaped his lips. "Yes, love," he growled.

My lips curved into a smirk, and I picked up the pace, my fingers moving faster, coaxing him toward his release.

I pinched his nipples once again and bit my lips as I felt him tense against me.

"Gods," Axel rasped.

"Come for me, my love."