Page 28 of Two For One

He dropped the bolt cutter, walking to me like I didn’t threaten him. I mean, it was stupid to threaten him with the cops, he probably had connections with them and would laugh at me while I made the call.

“I’m not doing this with you.” I walked around my table racking my brain on what the fuck to do.

I threw a book at him, missing terribly and he continued to come for me.

“I’m serious,” I growled, throwing a vase that broke on his forearm that he tried to shield himself with.

That made him snap. He rushed me as I ran for the front door, just needing to get out of this place and into my car. I could head to Valentine Town and ask Madame Red for help. She would be pissed I didn’t ask for help sooner, but I didn’t care. I needed to nip whatever this was before it got worse, and I became headline news.

Just as I opened my door, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me back. I tried to scream, but he was quick to cover my mouth. The muffled scream wouldn’t reach my neighbor, especially if he had taken out his hearing aids. I struggled in his hold, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp, but he had a strong hold on me. He took me to my bedroom, tossing me on the bed too roughly, and I bounced off, landing on the floor.

“You, asshole,” I groaned, my back was on fire with pain.

I thought I heard him laugh, he grabbed me quickly, putting me on the bed a little more gently—not by much, but at least I didn’t fly off the bed. He pushed up my nightie, exposing my pussy because I hated to wear underwear when I was home, ya gotta let the lady bits breathe. He growled leaning down to kissing my pussy through his mask.

“If you’re going to give me an orgasm just take off the fucking mask—actually keep it on, I think I’ll imagine Henry Cavill,” I taunted.

He slapped my pussy twice; the sting was pleasurable and I hated that I liked it.

“Mad about a little competition?” I cackled, when he grabbed my hands producing a zip tie. “Ah, is this supposed to be kinky? I know this club in Denver. It’s called The Atelier, I think I can get you a membership that⁠—”

He covered my mouth as I laughed again, enjoying this little game we were playing. I bit his palm as hard as I could, and he didn’t even flinch. What the fuck?

I mumbled, trying to be funny again when he let go and produced a roll of duct tape.

“You motherfucker, better not tape my mouth shut. I will fucking curse you until your dick comes off,” I threatened.

He hesitated, the tape an inch from my mouth.

“I’ll chant to every ancestor to make sure it fucking happens,” I growled.

He rolled his eyes, tossing the tape behind him, undoing his pants as he leaned down to kiss my pussy through his mask again. I tried not to shiver, anticipation settling in my chest, as much as I didn’t want it, I wanted to be fucked by him.

I was going to use him for an orgasm and then figure out a way to tell him not to come back. I was done. Spreading my legs for him was not the message I should be sending, but my body was a traitorous whore.

His tongue swirled against my clit, the metal tongue ring bumping against me and I was thanking the Goddess he out it back in. My legs spreading more because I was a greedy slut. He sucked on my pussy as one finger entered me. I was wet enough so the glide was glorious, preparing me for what I hoped was a good dicking.

Goddess knew I needed it.

I melted for him with each lick, suck and stroke. It didn’t take long before I was mewling, almost begging for more. It would be so easy to beg, but fuck him. The sound of a foil packet tear made me sag from relief. He wasn’t a total heathen…almost a gentleman.

He notched his cock at my entrance, his mask back in place, completely dressed while I was bare for him and I kind of loved it.

“Good, I can imagine Henry⁠—”

He thrusted hard. Our bodies were flush together as I forgot how to breathe. It had been too long since I had felt this full. He pulled back, slamming into me as I tensed, expecting pain, but there was nothing but pleasure. I rolled my hips up meeting him thrust for thrust as we got lost in each other. My orgasm was close, too close for how little stimulation I had received. I tried to touch myself, but the restraints kept my hands at a weird angle.

Ezra didn’t disappoint. He stroked my clit, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder fucking me with deep long strokes that my body needed way too much. The sound of my front door closing caught my attention, but he kept fucking me like he was on a mission. He pinched my clit, rolling it in between his fingers when my orgasm exploded.

I moaned loudly, not caring about my neighbor. My mystery man played my body like a harp, pulling, plucking and stroking me so damn good. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had and just as I was cresting, he fucked me harder until he stilled, coming along with me.

My body was like jelly as he pulled out of me. I had a whole speech to give him when my eyes felt heavy and just before I fell asleep, I thought I heard him speak.

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Ezra

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