Page 64 of Rousing Renee

Wet. Check.

Deep throat. Check.

No hands. Fail.

I held on to his waist, arching into his thrusts, but I never touched his dick. His scent invaded my nostrils. His precum dripped from my lips as I made a mess of us. When his hands dropped from my face, I picked up the slack, and the noises he made threw me. I looked up to make sure we weren’t going to be attacked by a wild animal. No, that was my Haven. My Ezra. Losing control right here in this seat.

“I fucking love you. Dirty, dirty girl. My little slut. Fuck!” He howled and growled.

His hands grabbed me again and forced me to swallow him. My head swam, my orgasm rushed forward, and I came. Pushing away to catch my breath, I whined.

“Shut up.” He growled and brought me back into position.

Deep… no air… coming… I pushed away. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t do anything but feel.

“You like it, don’t you? Being my fuck toy.”

I didn’t think about it. I stood and straddled him, riding up hard, needing the pain and his erection inside me.

“Bad fucking girl!” He spanked me as I rode him, and I tried to get up and do as I was told, but she was being bad.

She wouldn’t listen. Harder slaps only stirred her on.

Ezra hissed and grabbed me by my throat. He lifted me off him and put me back on my knees. Standing, he fucked my face with a reckless abandon. I couldn’t catch up. Couldn’t calm the frenzy we’d created in one another. So I submitted.

Ezra pulled away to loosen the ring and take it off. Then he was back inside my mouth. Was that cum? I swallowed and had to recover quickly because more followed.

“Not a fucking drop,” he harshly reminded me.

Swallow. Milk. Swallow. Milk.

Ezra let out a low guttural sound from deep in his throat. He stumbled backward and glared at me.

I cleared my throat, trying to clear it to speak. “Yes, Haven.” I barely managed the two words.

“Why are you so perfect?” he asked, expression unchanged.

“Yes, you are.” I rested on my heels, completely spent.

“You missed some.” He stumbled over and swiped the smooth bulb of his cockhead against my tongue before he kissed me.

Yeah… perfect.

EPILOGUE

Renee - Four months later…

On the same day, Elara called me to tell me her grandmother passed; I couldn’t keep down food. Nausea followed me everywhere I went. When the day of her funeral came, I barely made it through the ceremony before I ran to the nearest bathroom.

“Babygirl?” Ezra knocked on the door and I couldn’t help him since I’d locked it after I’d come in.

My mind said, answer. My mouth said nothing because it was too busy puking up my insides. It felt like hours of bad decisions being deposited into the porcelain offering. My head was pounding, and I felt dizzier than I had before I got in here.

“If you don’t open this, I’m going to kick it in!” he shouted.

I crawled to the door carefully, unlocked it, but as soon as the noise from outside the room filtered in, I hurried back to the toilet.

“What did you eat?” he asked as he closed the door behind himself.

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