Before I can snap some witty comeback at him, he leans forward, taking hold of my bottom lip with his teeth, biting firmly. I can’t help but gasp. His hands slip under my ass, gripping each cheek firmly as he stands, lifting me as if I weigh nothing and carries me toward the bedroom.
He doesn’t speak, just looks at me hungrily, like I’m his next meal. Ezra lays me down on the bed, and I reach up wanting to pull him down with me. He catches my wrists and pins them above my head with one hand.
“You stay still,” he commands. “You’ll get what you want when I say you can.”
My breath hitches, every nerve in my body alive with anticipation. He leans down, brushing his lips along my cheek, all the way to my ear.
“I want to hear you beg for my cock. For your orgasm.”
My pussy throbs. “Please Ezra. I need you.”
He growls, letting go of my hands. “You have too much clothing on.”
With careful, steady fingers, he slides his hands beneath the hem of my shirt, his knuckles grazing along my skin as he pushes it upward. He doesn’t rush, he takes his time as if he’s trying to savor every moment.
“You’re mine tonight,” he whispers, flicking his tongue around my pebbled nipple. “I want to see all of you.”
His hands trail down to the button of my jeans, unfastening them with ease. Ezra isn’t just undressing me, he’s claiming me, treasuring me.
“Beautiful,” he tells me once he has me naked. Pinned beneath him, at his mercy.
I lift my arm, slipping my hands under his shirt, wanting to shed him of his clothes.
“No,” he says softly, tilting his head as he takes hold of my hand, pulling it away. “You don’t get to touch me yet. I’m not finished with you.”
“You want my cock buried deep inside your greedy pussy?” he asks, pressing his hips into me.
I nod. Wanting nothing more than for him to fuck me. To ease the throbbing between my thighs.
“Use your words,” he orders.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He places his mouth on the hollow of my neck, his lips peppering kisses along my hot flesh. He moves lower, trailing kisses across my collarbone, down the center of my chest, between my breasts. I arch into him, begging for more without using words.
“So needy,” his husky voice chuckles.
His hands and mouth continue to explore my body. Each touch causing me to tremble beneath him. I reach out again, my fingers grazing through his hair before he pulls them away again.
“I said no touching. Do it without my permission again and you won’t be allowed to orgasm.”
His words are a promise, and I don’t want to disobey.
He slides a hand between my thighs, his fingers trailing through my wet seam. I can’t help the gasp that escapes me.
“That’s it,” he says softly. “Let go for me.”
He slips a finger into my hole, spearing me as he presses the heel of his palm onto my clit.
I can’t control it any longer and my body arches, trembling under his control. My orgasm takes over and I come all over his hand.
“So beautiful,” he whispers.
He pulls out his finger, replacing it with his cock as he fucks me over and over. Giving me orgasm upon orgasm.
It feels like déjà vu waiting outside Lorna's office again. I'm just as nervous as I was yesterday, except I think this is worse because I may actually get fired.
Nova smiles at me from her desk as her fingers fly across her keyboard while talking to someone on the phone. A blonde comes out of Lorna’s office and heads straight to Nova’s desk, propping her hip on it, before picking up a clipboard off her desk. She pulls a pen out of the canister and writes something on the paper.
