“I know, Feather. I know, I’m sorry. It’ll be okay in a few seconds,” he grunts against my lips as his tongue dives into my mouth to distract me, while he gives my pussy time to accommodate his monstrous cock.
A few seconds later, the pain subsides and gives way to pleasure. Patting his back, I encourage him to move. He starts slow. Pulling his cock out all the way and thrusting in entirely. The cry of my pain turns to loud moans and screams.
His dick glides smoothly because of how wet he makes me. Pressing his forehead against mine, and heaving hard, his thrusts turn hard and fast.
The soft moment evolves into one of animal and primal need as he ruts into me, chasing his release, and I move my hips in tandem with his, chasing mine.
The only sound in the room is of our wet skins slapping against one another and our moans as they threaten to scream the house down.
I feel his cock deeper in my belly with every thrust as the pressure to release builds and builds.
Wanting to see how we look, I tilt my head, and he has the same thought because he pulls to look down. Seeing his cock sliding in and out as my cum connects us makes me whimper as he groans in satisfaction at the erotic display of our bodies.
“I’m coming…” I moan as I feel myself reaching the high I’ve been chasing.
His words spoken against the shell of my ear are the final stroke. “Let go for me, Feather. Detonate.” And detonate I do with a cry that I’m sure my neighbors could hear.
My body convulses with the effect of how hard I come, my nails raking down his back deep enough to sting, leaving burning trails that would mark him for days.
Yet, he doesn’t let up and keeps thrusting erratically, making me ride my high, and soon I’m coming once again.
I can hear the lewd and sexy squelching noise as he glides in and out of me with how much I’ve come. And the image of us alone pushes me to one more release. “Give me one more, Feather,”Ezra heaves over me as if reading my mind twice in one night.
“I can’t, ahh,” I moan, my pussy overstimulated.
Planting a messy and wet kiss along my lips, he consoles me, “You can do it. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I agree to just hear him praise me even though I don’t think it’s possible.
He makes it so by pressing and flicking my clit with his thumb as he pistons his hips into mine, the bed quaking with the blunt force of it.
This time, his muscles tense too as he climaxes alongside me and chases his release with a guttural roar. I didn’t think he could sound any sexier, but then he goes ahead and does me dirty.
Sweat from his brow drips on mine as we both shudder with aftershocks. Soon, the only sound in the room is our short and heavy breathing as his hands give out and his body goes lax on me. The weight warm and delicious over me as I wrap him in a hug that is so unlike me.
We stay like that in the peaceful silence for long after, him above me–though I’m sure he’s keeping some of his weight off me–and still connected with his cock inside of me, filling meentirely.
With much effort, he slides off me with a groan, and the moment his dick slides out of me, my pussy feels empty as it clenches around empty air, trying its hardest to keep him snuggled in.
In all his naked glory, he saunters inside the adjoining bathroom. I attempt to wait for him, but my eyelids feel heavy, and it proves too difficult to keep them open. I don’t know how long he takes, but I feel him cleaning me with a warm washcloth.
He lightly jostles me, but my foggy brain can’t comprehend it, though I hear him say, “Get up, Feather. You need to pee, and then you can sleep.”
I groan and turn on the bed. With a sigh, he picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, and makes me sit on the toilet seat.
My muddled brain hears him produce assssssound. It does the trick because I empty my bladder a few seconds later, my forehead pressed against his corded abs.
I clean myself and mumble a whiny, “Done.”
He picks me up with a chuckle and takes me to bed. Somewhere in my mind, I know he’ll leave,so I tell him to do so before he voices it himself.
By the time I’m under my blanket, I’m out cold with no sense of my surroundings.
After being fucked within an inch of my life, I sleep like the dead.
Thirty
Ezra
