Page 44 of My Brutal Alpha

As I lost myself in the warm bliss of my high, Ezra guided me through it with his tongue as he lapped against me and let me savor every second of that moment. While his movements slowed and eventually eased up, it was enough to pull the occasional broken moan from my throat as my thighs shook.

With a final hum, his grip on my thighs lessened as he kissed back up my body again, fitting himself between my legs while propping one up, letting me feel how intense his arousal was as it sat heavily against me while he leaned down and peppered kisses around my neck.

Able to feel how pent up he was still, needing his release, lust circulated my system all over again. From how sloppy his kisses were against my skin and the way he gripped me in preparation, I already knew his restraint was hanging there precariously.

When his lips found mine again in a scorching kiss, my heart clenched, and I melted right into it as my hands fell against his waist, eager to keep him close.

With his body pinning me to the couch, Ezra groaned into the kiss as he wrapped an arm around my propped thigh and moved his hips against me. With its aggravated tension, his length created more intense friction between us.

We groaned and panted into the kiss, eager for more. Needing it like our lives depended on it.

As a shiver moved through him, Ezra adjusted himself, lining us up as he captured my lower lip between his teeth.

I whimpered at the feeling, and before I could wrap my head around it, he was already pushing in.

My eyes rolled back with the rush of immediate sensations that made my fingers clench against his waist, and my breath caught in my throat. Clouded by the shock of how intense it felt to be filled by him and the anticipation of what was to come, I could only take in every second of my inner walls stretching to accommodate him.

Ezra groaned as he sheathed himself inside me, panting against my neck as he gave us both the chance to get used to the feeling again.

I nearly felt dizzy from how overwhelming it was in all the right ways, wondering if I’d ever get over the way he could make me feel so many things without even moving. But, of course, asincredible as it was to feel him inside me, it wasn’t enough. I needed more—we both did.

“Always so perfect for me,” Ezra murmured as he pressed a gentle kiss against my neck, slowly retracting his hips before sinking back in.

My head tipped back at the feeling, catching how the pleasure made me feel weightless. I didn’t know how it was possible, but each time we became one, it felt more intense—more intimate than the previous. I didn’t bother trying to bite back my moans, especially not when I knew how much he liked hearing it from me.

Ezra growled low in his chest as he continued to move, gradually building a rhythm that made my back arch as the pleasured sounds fell from my lips. Hands gripping me and hips moving with expert precision, he wasted no time cutting to the chase.

He captured my lips hungrily with his despite how I arched, holding me beneath him as he picked up the pace. Drowning his sounds of appeasement into the kiss, Ezra put his strength behind his thrusts and made sure I felt every inch of him.

My moans and panted breaths came as frequently as the slap of our colliding skin, and while lost in the throes of that passion, I clung to his body as I craved that stable consistency through the force of his movements.

His movements were urgent, further illustrating how raw the moment was as we both gave in and let our bodies take over rather than our minds.

Without any need to think, I followed that want for more and moved with him, bringing my hips up to meet him partway.

Ezra’s breath caught in his throat the moment I did, amplifying that pleasure for both of us. His hips stilled for a moment as he let me take control from beneath him, rolling onto him as I gripped his hips.

I watched as he faltered slightly, panting hard as he tried to hold himself back—clinging to whatever was left of his restraint. His eyes shut as he took in that wash of pleasure before melding his lips with mine.

It was messy yet intoxicating as our mouths and tongues collided while I moved against him almost frantically, seeking out more pleasure for both of us.

But when it became too much, Ezra growled lowly, gripping my hip along with my thigh, and used the force of his hips to take back control of the rhythm.

I gasped as he positioned himself at an angle, allowing himself to move deeper and faster.

With his forehead against mine, he held me and thrust into me roughly, pants and grunts falling from his mouth as he concentrated solely on pushing us further to the brink.

Groaning, I could already feel the pressure mounting within me, chasing after my second high without needing any breaks in between. I wrapped my legs around him, bringing him impossibly close.

Ezra cursed against my skin as he pulled our bodies as tightly together as physically possible, driving himself into me again and again, pushing the boundaries of how far we could both go.

With the rush of pleasure, the air crackling with desire between us, and the mingling of our moans that seemed to pitch higher and higher as it continued, it didn’t take long for us to reach those heights.

When he hit that spot deep inside me again and again, my body couldn’t take it anymore as I clenched around him and cried out, immediately coming undone.

Ezra panted in my ear, unable to hold back his desperate moans and grunts. With one hand as leverage against the arm of the couch, he gave several sloppy thrusts through my release. All the while, his thighs quivered, and he drew in ragged breaths while I clenched around him.

But when the pressure became too much, he found his release soon after as he crashed into his orgasm.

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