Page 59 of The Dirty Saint

Ezra grins.

“Eh, I’ve seen bigger.”

“Doubt it,” I say, putting my hands on the side of her face, inching closer to her. “I thought you said you weren’t a liar.”

She sits up and kisses me. “I never said I don’t enjoy playing games.”

During

EZRA

I feel myself start to drip as the tip of Joey’s cock brushes against my opening.

“Oh my god.”

“That feel good?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

So good.

“Is there a reason why your eyes are closed?”

Digging my nails into his back, I say, “I just want to capture the full feeling.”

“Ezra,” he demands. “I need you to open your eyes. Right now.”

I arch a brow, his tone both striking and sinfully sexy.

“Why?”

“Because,” he lets out, “when I fully bury myself in you, I want you to see just how happy I am.”

I let out a gasp when I feel Joey push his cock even farther into me. I haven’t felt pleasure like this in a long time. It nearly takes my breath away.

“Joey!” I scream, every part of me getting lost in it.

Joey tilts his head back, panting. “Damn, baby, you feel so good wrapped around my dick right now.”

With each thrust inside of me, I can feel Joey’s cum coat every inch of my cunt until not a single part of it is dry.

“Are you happy, Ezra?”

I nod. “Very.”

My kidnapper smirks.

“Good.”

Gripping my hips even harder, Joey slams his dick into my body as if it is the last thing he will ever get to do on this earth. The orgasm that tears through me ripples through my skin, nearly setting it on fire.

I’m breathless.

No man has ever left me that way. Ever.

Then again, I’ve never been fucked like this either.

The rest of the night, we lay in each other’s arms. Our bodies are intertwined, as are our hands, and I curl up against Joey, leaning my head against his chest. I listen to his breath, feeling the heaving underneath my cheek. Joey kisses the top of my head, tracing his fingers along my back.

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