Page 15 of Ezra the Billionaire

Well, I want to see it in all its growly glory.

Quicker than the snap of a camera, Ezra pins me to the solid dresser next to the window that overlooks the mountains on the horizon. His larger body cages me against the dark-stained wood and guides my hands to the top for support as the rectangular mirror attached to the dresser reflects our flushed forms.

“Naughty little tease,” he whispers in my ear before biting the lobe. “Just for that, I’m going to make you forget your own name. All you’ll be screaming is mine for the entire lodge to hear.”

A shiver works its way down my exposed skin, though I’m far from cold. I’m burning up from the inside out with the furnace that is Ezra Caldwell at my back, the hot ridge of his cock wedged between my ass cheeks.

“Promises, promises…” The provoking words are barely spoken when the flat of his hand lands on my bottom with a resounding crack. I jump at the unexpected contact and wiggle against the wall of muscle preventing me from avoiding another spanking.

Not that I truly want to dodge Ezra’s erotic discipline, but it’s difficult to keep still when you’re desperate for release.

His finger slips beneath the top of my panties and tugs the fabric higher until the wet cloth binds my clit in a tight embrace while the rest of the cotton lewdly rubs my back hole.

Oh, fuck.Ezra’s barely begun his onslaught, yet I’m already shaking, panting with desire and nerves because no one’s ever made me feel this aroused this fast.

My bra snaps open and falls forward, freeing my breasts for his sensual pinches then soothing caresses, drawing my nipples into throbbing reddened points.

“Ezra… Please…”

“That’s a good start, baby. Beg me. Moan my name.” He pulls on my panties again as the broad tip of his cock nestles between my soaked folds, and the dual sensation of cotton and hard male teasing my entrance forces my spine to hollow, driving my pussy back for more.

Until, finally, his mushroom head stretches the clenching muscles, shoving my panties to the side.

“I’m going to fuck you so good.” Another thick inch slides forward. “I’m going to fuck this sweet cunt, and you’re going to watch.” More cock, more stretching.God, he’s torturing me.“Watch these sexy tits bounce with each thrust. Watch me mark your pretty body with my teeth.” A bite to my shoulder before sucking the pain away to leave behind his claim.

I’m surrounded by Ezra. Completely at his mercy.

Yet I’ve never felt more powerful.

Gone is the uptight businessman who maintains fastidious control of his life. In his place is this wild beast devouring me whole with savage obsession.

The passionate choreography outlined in the mirror showcases Ezra’s undeniable virility and dominance as he buries himself deep again and again, my body accepting each heavy thrust eagerly.

“Yes, mark me. Use me. Make me yours,” I ramble, jolting from the milking of my clit and nipple in time with the vigorous pounding of my pussy.

“You’re already mine, Lauren,” he grunts.

Oh, wow…

My mouth falls open with the scream of his name, and I come hard, blinding stars bursting behind my eyelids as I shudder and moan, grasping for purchase on Ezra’s sturdy forearms.

“That’s it, baby. Let everyone know who you belong to.” His movements become less controlled, more erratic, until he roars his release, hot jets of his seed overflowing from where we’re joined.

Good thing I’m on the pill, I think dazedly.

We stand locked together for long moments. Our breathing syncing. Our hearts matching beat for beat.

A small giggle erupts from my chest as I take in our sweaty appearance.

“What’s so funny?” Ezra nuzzles the space between my neck and shoulder, clearly one earth shattering orgasm eased the furious beast he turned into the second we entered my hotel room.

“Us. Like this.” I tiredly nod toward the mirror. My ponytail has half fallen out. My bra hangs wrinkled and crushed between me and the dresser, while Ezra’s usually styled hair clings to his temples and forehead, a sweaty mess from my fingers reaching back to grab on at some point. “We’re a mess.”

Ezra studies our entwined bodies then shrugs. “I like it.”

“Me, too… So would the paparazzi. I can see the headline:Humiliated Songwriter Gets Even with Billionaire.”

“I could arrange for that, you know. Rub Hunter’s face in how badly he fucked up.” He pauses and retreats enough to meet my eyes. “How are you feeling about seeing him again?”

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