“Please, Carson?” He pouted.
“Not yet,” I scolded. “You want my cum, princess?” When he nodded, I found myself teetering on the edge. “Get closer.”
He was up on his knees and in front of me in a second, watching as I slid my hand up and down my length as quickly as I could. I knew I wouldn’t last. My balls were already pulled tight, my release threatening to spill over my hand. Pleasure shot up my spine and through my body.
“I need it, baby. Please, give it to me,” Ezra whined.
I groaned as I looked down at him. He looked so needy and fucking wrecked for me. I reached down to tip his head up.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
He did as I told him. I aimed for his mouth just as my orgasm hit me. Cum splattered over his face, into his mouth, and onto his neck as I gave him what it asked for. I threw my head back as I let out a loud shout, not caring if the neighbors heard me. I glanced down to find Ezra happily lapping the cum from his lips.
He dragged his tongue over his lips, then lifted a finger to his face, wiped the cum from his cheeks, and brought it to his mouth, greedily sucking it off his fingers. He sat back on his legs as he kept his eyes on me as he cleaned my release from his face. I grew hard again.
“You taste so good,” he whispered. The fire in his eyes was hard to miss.
“You’re going to kill me.” I pulled my briefs up over my hips, followed by my jeans, but I left them unbuttoned. “And you?”
He smirked. “What about me?”
“You want me to take care of you?”
“I don’t expect you to let me come on your face.”
I chuckled softly. “That’s not what I asked.” But I might let him do it another time.
Ezra’s hand moved to his waist before he got to his feet. He kicked off his jeans, which left him in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties, and then casually lay down on the bed.
“I’m all yours, CC. Do with me what you want. There’s nothing off limits with me.”
My eyes moved down his small body. Ezra could say what he wanted about me, but his build was just as nice. Slim, smooth, and free of any hair, I was instantly obsessed. I had seen him in his underwear before, but I had never really taken the time to look at his body. The way his ribs pushed against his skin, his small pink nipples, and the trim waistline. Ezra had no business having a waist that small.
He leaned up on his arms. “Everything okay?”
“You’re perfect, Ez.” I moved up onto my knees.
A flush broke out over his neck and shoulders where he wasn’t bruised. “Thank you, Carson.”
Fuck, the things it did to me when he called me by my full name.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I promise you won’t.”
I met his dark eyes again before I slipped one hand down the front of his underwear. They felt smooth and silky against the back of my hand. Ezra’s eyes closed while his mouth fell open, and I couldn’t help but lean forward to nip at his fat bottom lip.
I had never seen his cock in person before, but what I felt in my hand right now felt thick and exquisite. Smaller than mine but fatter. A mouthful that made my jaw ache at the thought of what it would feel like to wrap my lips around him.
“Lie back, princess,” I murmured.
He did as I instructed and bit his lip nervously.
“I’m going to take off your underwear. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I won’t want you to stop,” Ezra assured me as he leaned up on his forearms.
I smirked. “Good.”
