Page 23 of My Brutal Alpha

“Jesus Christ…” Ezra muttered as he gripped my thighs harder and continued to move, drawing out more moans and panted breaths from us both. His body felt rigid under my touch as he waded through his own bliss.

Left hand propping my thigh up higher than the other, he allowed himself easier access and buried himself even deeper inside me.

I groaned as he reached that new angle, overcome by the influx of sensations as sparks seemed to move through my whole system. Instinctively, I wrapped my leg around him, finding my stability in being hooked so close to his body.

We were both in a complete haze while Ezra picked up the pace, rocking into me as those muffled sounds tumbled from his lips. Our hands gripped wherever we could, getting lost in the cloud of pleasure that surrounded us.

While the intensity and desperation of the moment were reminiscent of how we once were before, in a way, it felt completely new. We already knew how the other felt from past experience, but then and there, we were chasing after that familiar feeling and not paying any mind to anything else.

Ezra clenched his jaw as he pulled my body impossibly close and slammed his hips into mine over and over, losing all semblance of control as we both panted in between rough moans and breathless gasps. His grip on me was near bruising, but the faint sting mingled with the pleasure and only added to the moment.

It took all of my strength to hang on through those intense rushes of bliss despite knowing he’d never let me go. My head was so full of that needy fog that I could hardly think, and all I knew was sheer, uninterrupted gratification.

His lips were on mine in a blur as he groaned into my mouth, offering me several slower, deeper thrusts before continuing that previous speed with no sign of slowing down. The sounds from him were animalistic yet so addictive that I didn’t want them to stop.

With a growl, losing himself in the moment, Ezra gripped the back of both my thighs and hoisted me onto the counter, making me hiss quietly at how cold the surface was compared to my hot skin.

Leaning into me while he never stopped his thrusts, his body forced mine back until I was half sitting, half laying down, offering him an easier position to work from.

With ease, he moved deeper and faster, pulling unrelenting moans from me.

Tension was building inside me as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge while darkness framed my vision, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer through his consistent and almost brutal thrusts.

My nails dug into his back while I held on, head tossed back as I moaned for him and felt myself slipping farther and farther into a point of no return.

Hands gripping my hips hard, Ezra kept up his pace, eagerly chasing after the high we both craved and needed to gain that sense of relief. Despite seeming like he could go forever, his hips stuttered as a groan fell from his lips, and with a sense of urgency, he dropped a hand between us and rubbed fast circles against my clit.

The added stimulation was the final pressure I needed to make me crack completely, and without warning, my whole body tensed up.

As the coil tightened and then snapped, my jaw went slack, and I cried out while my walls constricted around him, hitting the precipice and feeling a wash of pleasure at once. Alongside it, a wash of warmth hit my chest in an almost familiar way that made me feel even more connected to him than before.

It made me inhale sharply as it took hold and nearly blinded me with bliss.

“Fuck…” he muttered as he seemed to choke on that same rush of sensations, one hand clutching at the nape of my neck while the other held my hip down against the countertop while he drove his hips into me. Given the shake in his voice and the sloppiness of his thrusts, I knew he was teetering on the edge.

His movements fed me more bliss as I navigated through my orgasm, reaching cloud nine and coming completely undone for him, moans sounding even more breathless than before. Yet, I clenched around him tight enough to coax him closer and closer to the finish line.

With a grunt, Ezra pulled out and released between our burning bodies as his dwarfed mine. He propped himself up against the countertop with one hand while the other pulled me closer to his chest as he panted against my neck and let himself get completely lost in the overwhelming sensations.

My thighs trembled faintly as we both caught our breath, and I leaned into him, seeking his warmth and closeness in a new way.

As we both shook and tried to regain our bearings, there was no mistaking the third heartbeat-like rhythm between uswhile our bodies remained pressed close together and made no move to pull apart.

I was too hazy to fully comprehend what that meant, so I let myself slump into him, and his proximity seemed to calm my heightened senses.

Ezra held me close to his body as his lips absently brushed against my neck, just as breathless and entranced by the unbridled passion we shared together.

It was the last thing I should’ve done, but I didn’t have it in me to care at that moment.

Chapter 11 - Ezra

It was difficult to admit, but I felt better than I had in a while.

Even if it all started from an argument, I didn't care. The payoff felt more than worth it.

I felt like I was riding on that high of having sex with Zoe for quite some time, and I couldn't get her out of my head. I didn't necessarily want to, not while she was too addictive to set aside.

I couldn't ignore how much lighter I felt, and the rise in my confidence was immediate.

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