She’s not mine, and I’d do well to remember that.
Twenty Eight
Kaeli
Iheave a disappointed sigh when I see his car fade into the distance.
What else was I expecting, for him to want me? It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything.
Of course, he’d leave. I suggested it after all. He doesn’t need to make an effort to get laid; he has a slew of the kind of girls he likes lined up.
Removing my shoes, I carefully line them up with the others in the rack, and only take a few steps inside when the pounding of my door shakes me and the house, it feels like.
Without thinking, I swing the door open, and there he stands, panting like he ran a marathon. I see behind him to see if he actually did, and find his car parked haphazardly.
Bewildered, I begin to ask him, “What the f–”
Instead of an explanation, he walks right in, shutting the door with the back of his foot and hauling me to his heaving chest as he smashes his lips to mine.
As the surprise of his actions wears off, I wrap my arms around him and tilt my face to deepen the kiss. He releases a sound somewhere between a satisfied groan and a whimper the moment I reciprocate.
Erratically kicking off his shoes, he walks back with me still glued to him. Smacking my ass lightly a couple of times, he indicates for me to jump. I oblige and wrap my legs around his tapered waist.
“Where’s,” he mumbles between eating my mouth, “your bedroom?”
I tell him and guide him straight to it, and he walks without once detaching our lips. Thank God for that miracle.
The moment we reach my room, he throws me on my bed, causing me to shriek and bounce onthe mattress.
Ezra regards me as akin to how a predator would its prey: intense, fixed, and purposeful. And I squirm exactly how a prey would under scrutiny.
“I would only give you this one chance, Kaeli. Tell me if you want me to leave,” he warns, the timbre of his voice so low, I’m not sure how I’m able to hear him above the hammering of my heart as it threatens to burst out of my chest. “I’ll walk out this door right now. But if you don’t stop me,” he pauses to give me time to process ashis eyes rake over me. “I’m not sure anything can. And then theonlyway I walk out this door is after I’ve fucked youso fucking goodthat you’d be ruined for any other man.”
My breath stutters and thighs clench at the gravity of his words, rubbing together as my core starts to ache. His nostrils flare, his jaw clenching as a prominent vein feathers there, his body vibrating with impatience as he waits for my answer.
Even though I would love nothing more than to make him wait, prolong his misery, my need for him wins.
Locking my eyes with his, I purr, “Ruin me, Ezra.”
One second, he’s standing by the door fully clothed, and the next, he’s down to his underwear, his clothes strewn around the bedroom floor, and pulling me to the edge of the bed, stripping my lower bare of my leggings and panties in one hurried movement.
A gasp flows out of my mouth as I’m dragged over the fluffy futon. Then ever so slowly, he spreads my legs open and lowers his mouth between them. He plants the softest of kisses to my toes, then my heels, and moves to my calf.
My elbows give out, and I fall on my back, as he proceeds to drop kisses on the underside of my knees.
His rough fingers dance over my waist while he continues to torture me, tease me, touching every part but where I want his mouth the most.
My fingers grip the bed sheet, my body shivering with anticipation as my breath comes out in short puffs. “Please,” I whine for him to put me out of this torment.
After what feels like hours, he finally heeds my prayer when he nuzzles his nose in my heated pussy and sniffs it.
“Fuck, you smell divine, Feather,” he groans. “I’ll enjoy feasting on you.”
I whimper for him to do just that. Feast on me, eat me, finish me, ruin me.
I see heaven on earth when his velvety, moist tongue glides over my folds and flicks my clit. “Fuck, Kaeli, your pussy is dripping wet. Tell me, is this all for me?” he grunts, blowing over it, making me moan and quake like a flickering flame in a windy room.
A sudden sensation has me jolting in surprise and looking at him with eyes as wide as a saucer. “Eyes on me, Feather,” he growls, his voice gravelly. “Eye on me when I’m between your legs and talking to you.” He slaps my pussy again.
