“Do you hear how wet your cunt is?” His breath skates across my nape.
He pumps and stretches, each move more exquisite than the last. Between the fullness of his fingers and the plug, I’m already nearing an orgasm.
“Faster,” I call, lacing my fingers on the mattress and resting my forehead on my clenched hands. “More. Please.”
He pistons his fingers, over and over, hittingthat spot. The spot that’ll cause me to make a mess of the duvet.
Shit, I need to warn him.
“Ezra, I?—”
“That’s it, baby.”
“I’m gonna… St—” The wordstopis on the tip of my tongue, but he’s ramming into me so hard and so fast I can’t catch my breath. And the truth is, I don’t want him to stop.
Tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall with each thrust. I clamp my lids shut like a dam and suck in a breath, clutching the fabric beneath me like a life raft.
“Take it, baby. It’s yours,” he grunts.
“I’m—I’m—” The sensations are all too much. I reach behind me to swat his fingers away.
With one final curl of his digits, he obeys. And that’s when ithappens. My body convulses violently for what feels like a lifetime before I finally collapse.
“Fuck, Millie. Daddy’s drenched.”
My heart clenches. “I’m sorry. I didn’t?—”
He rolls my limp body to one side and lowers himself so we’re eye to eye. “What are you sorry about? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. C’mere.” He pulls me into his arms.
I’m shivering, my body still coming down from orgasm, as I rest my head on his shoulder and take pleasure in the way he pushes my hair off my face and strokes my arm.
“Fuck,” I breathe when the wetness beneath us registers. “I should have laid a towel down, but I wasn’t expecting to…”
“Squirt?”
I bury my head in his chest. “Ugh, I hate that word.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It was impressive.” He plants a kiss on my forehead, the featherlight sensation of his beard against my skin making me shiver again.
“I’m not ashamed. I just wish there was a more attractive word for it.” I chuckle, wiggling in his hold.
“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Warmth spreads through my chest at the concern in his tone. “No, not at all. I still have the plug?—”
“Oh.” He sighs. “Do you want me to help you…”
I shake my head. “You promised me a test drive with your new pimped-out ride.”
With another kiss to my forehead, he lays me on my back, avoiding the mess I’ve already made, and kneels between my legs, smirking and stroking his length, slowly revealing one piercing at a time. “My cock is not a pimped-out ride.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
I’m laid bare and vulnerable before him, but just as my mind reverts to its evil self-conscious being, he shuts down the thoughts.
“You’re a vision.” His dark eyes blaze a trail down my body, inch by inch. “So fucking stunning.” Instinctively, I bring my hands to my abdomen, but he pins them at my sides before I can hide. “Don’t. Let me worship you.”
I lie still, relishing each touch. Ezra palms my breasts, bringing them together and brushing his thumbs against my sensitive peaks, then letting them fall heavy against my arms. With one hand gripped around his cock, he drags his other leisurely down my sternum, pausing at my navel. He caresses the soft flesh and grips the rolls that live there.
