Christ, she feels like heaven.
Wet. Warm.
Mine.
I thrust my hips again and again, fucking her tits and groaning when I see her head bend so she can suck on my tip with every pass.
“That’s it. Fuck, I’m gonna come, Ezzy,” I groan as I move faster, harder, warning her before I spill.
But she doesn’t move out of the way.
Not my girl.
Ezzy just opens her mouth and sucks the head of my dick inside, and I go off like a motherfucking rocket.
Pure bliss rushes through my veins as I pump my hips, filling her mouth with thick ropes of hot cum until it’s dribbling down her throat.
And that sight? It’s so fuckin hot. So sexy.
So mine.
And when I finally stop coming, she sits back on her heels, wipes her chin, and she smiles.
Jesus fucking Christ.
That smile?
It wrecks me.
Not the sex.
Not the heat.
Not even the way she just came apart in my hands like she still belongs there.
No.
It’s that smile.
Soft. A little dazed.
Open in a way she hasn’t been with me since before everything went to hell.
Like she forgot for a second.
Like she let herself.
And that?
That hits harder than anything else.
My hand comes up without thinking, curling around the back of her neck, fingers tightening just enough to pull her into me.
I need her closer.
Need to feel her.
Need to make sure she’s real and not something my fucked-up brain conjured up to torture me.
