Feeling the absence of friction, I open my eyes to find the cause of it. “Why’d you stop?” I literally whine, searching for an answer in his eyes.
“Don’t trap your sexy moans, Feather. Let me revel in them,” he commands, his pupils blown wide with how horny he is. I can feel his hard dick pressing against my stomach as he stands pressed against me.
I process his words amidst the haze of my own lust. He wants to hear my moans? If anything, my past experiences have taught me that no guy wants to hear the obscene noises I make, not that anyone has turned me on like he did. And I’ll be dead before you ever catch me admitting that out loud.
Confused, I mutter, even though it’s embarrassing to say it out loud, “But other guys told me not to–”
Just like his usual fashion, he cuts me off again. But this time, by slapping my leaking pussy, drawing out a surprised gasp from me. His hold tightens on my hands as his fingers ever soslowly start to move.
“Get one thing very straight, Feather. I’m like no other man you’ve ever been with before. I can fucking promise you that,” he declares against my lips. “So, scream this hotel room down for all I care, but when you’re with a man like me, you’ll surrender yourself to all the sensations seizing you as I take over your stunning body that’s made to be worshiped.”
Don’t I know it? He hasn’t even put his cock inside me yet, and I know it’ll be like nothing I’ve experienced before.
“One more thing,” he begins as my heart palpitates, “Don’t ever mention any other guy when I’m deep inside of this weeping pussy,” he emphasizes his point by moving his fingers with each word, causing my breath to stutter. “Do you understand me, Kaeli?” he says my name like a threat on his tongue, yet I nod, dangerously close to my climax.
“Words, Feather. I need to hear you say it,” Ezra growls on the abused skin of my neck as he pinches my clit, sending violent shudders throughout my body.
I whimper with the overwhelming sensations coursing through every part of me. “I do. Yes…Y-Yes, I do. Now, make me fucking come, Ezra.” My words are somewhere between a demand and a plea. But they do their job because Ezra’s fingers thrust inside of me hard and fast, punishing in their endeavor.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t ya?” he groans. “Look at you begging the man you claim to hate to make you come while you stand there with your legs spread wide for me.” He looks at me with a satisfied and smug grin on his face.
“Fuck you,” I snarl at him, but that only makes his cocky grin wider as he smashes his lips to mine.
“Don’t you worry, we’ll get there too, Feather.”
I know I should hate it. I do hate him. But in this moment with his fingers stuffed inside of me, bringing me the pleasure and high I’ve been chasing for so long, all of that ceases to matter.
I try to glare at him still, but my eyes flutter when his thumb rubs my clit as his fingers continue their brutal assault.
“Moan for me, Feather,” he demands, and I do just that, my head falling back on the wall, hands begging to touch him. “Fuck, baby, I can feel your warm and tight walls clenching around my fingers. You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks, histongue peeking out to lick my ear.
I say yes, but a sound undecipherable leaves my mouth. He plunges his warm tongue inside my mouth, exploring every corner. My lips follow him, and I kiss him with the same fervor and abandon.
I feel the knot building low in my belly, and I know I’ll reach my orgasm any second. “Come for me, Feather. Be a good girl and come for me,” he groans, his chest vibrating with the rumble of his voice.
And I do. I shoot off like a rocket, crying and coming with his name on my lips as I shamelessly ride his fingers through my orgasm. After what feels like hours, my eyes fall shut, and the tremors in my body subside as I whisper, “Ezra.”
He rests his forehead against mine, letting my hands fall to my side as we both pant, our chests heaving. Gradually, he pulls back and purrs, “I’m right here, Feather.”
My eyes blink open to see him suck on his fingers coated in my cum. His eyes roll to the back as his head falls back. A feral groan reverberating deep from within his chest. “So fucking sweet. Sweeter than I ever imagined.”
A breath gets stuck in my throat, and my dripping thighs clench as I feel myself getting wet again from his husky voice. And then I really process his words. He has imagined tasting me.
His pitch-black eyes open and look at me as if knowing exactly what I’m thinking. The shocked expression on my face must’ve given it away because he says, “Don’t look so surprised, Kaeli. You know you are gorgeous. And I’ve done way worse than just imagining how your cum tastes.”
An involuntary whimper escapes me as his eyes gleam with wicked intentions. My heart beats skyrocket just thinking about what else he has been imagining. But I hate the ease with which he just compliments me. It does something weird, and I know I’ll have to undo whatever he’s doing.
So, I pull my dress down and glare at him. I turn to stride to the bathroom when he grabs my hand and hauls me to his chest. The material of his coat rubs against my bare back as I try to wiggle free from his grip. “What are you–”
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not even close to done yet. Far from it,” he murmurs in my ear. Then, in a move I wonder how he pulls, he turns me, holds me from my waist, andtosses me on the mattress, all within a second. I squeak as I bounce a couple of times on it.
In one swift motion, he removes his blue sports coat and jeans, leaving himself in his boxer briefs. Palming his very hard and very big dick over the cloth, he stands there with no ounce of shyness. My thighs clench around nothing but air at his boldness and confidence.
“Now, where were we? Right, your pussy.”
Twenty Three
Kaeli
