Page 5 of Sinful Temptation

But one night with Ezra... I knew it would be good.

Sighing, I stop pacing and move towards the stairs and into the kitchen.

I needed a coffee and food.I was grouchy and hungry and beyond exhausted. Five hours sleep was not enough after such a late night but here we are.

I just needed to focus on getting through the day and keeping out of Ezra's way.Because I fear that if I get too close, I'll let him in.

I'll let him fuck me.

Just because I want it.

Oh my god, what is wrong with me.

Turning on the coffee machine and popping in a pod, I stick my large mug underneath it and let it do its thing whilst I reach for my seeded loaf, slicing it then popping it into the toaster.

“Fuck, you're teasing me,” the deep rumble of his voice fills the room and I freeze.

Rolling my shoulders back, I ignore him and grab the toast as it pops before slathering it in butter and that's when I feel him behind me, breath on the back of my neck, his large hand curling around my hip as it splays against my stomach.

My breath catches at the back of my throat as I try my best to ignore him.

“You're such a teaseMrs Stanley,fuck,” he groans as he presses his lips onto my pulse point, softly sucking my skin into his mouth and I find myself moaning at the way it feels.

“Ezra, stop,” I breathe, trying to nudge him back by pushing my ass into his groin, but that only spurs him on, pressing back so I can feel his evident bulge.

“You can't tell me you don't want this...” his lips dust up the column of my throat and my stomach knots, my fingers drop the knife on the countertop just as my fingers curl around the edge of it, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I don't,” I whisper and I know he knows I am lying.

“Don't lie to me,” he smirks against my skin and it's burning as his grip around my hip tightens.

I can't even get the words out to fight him as his spare hand presses against the bare skin of my thigh, fingertips dancing up and under the hem of my silk nightie.

“We can't. Callum...” a breathy moan escapes me just as his fingers dip inside my thighs.

“Callum is asleep... it's only me and you,” his fingers skate a little higher and tease over my silk panties.“You say you don't want this... but your pussy is dripping,” he chuckles softly as he swipes his finger under the material and strokes through my pussy, teasing my clit and my breath shudders, my head falling forward.

“So wet baby,” he groans, holding me where he wants me before he traces his finger at my opening and pushes two fingers into me causing me to moan.“Such a tight little cunt,Mrs Stanley,” his lips are by my ear, nibbling and sucking on my lobe as he fingers me in my own kitchen. My son's best friend. His thick, long fingers buried deep inside of me as he strokes my g-spot.

“Ezra,” I breathe, lifting my head as his thumb brushes against my sensitive clit, fingers slipping in and out of me with ease and I know I won't last long.

“Yes baby?” his voice is more of a growl as I roll my head back so it's resting against his chest, his eyes lowered as he watches me come undone in front of him.

This shouldn't be happening.

Yet here I am, getting finger fucked by a boy who is almost twenty years younger than me and I am loving every fucking minute of it.

“Don't stop,” I find myself moaning as I tighten my grip around the work top and push my hips into him, widening my legs and making his fingers slip further inside of me.

“I don't intend to,” he whispers just as he slips from me, then lowers himself to his knees, his arousal coated fingers dusting over my silk nightie as he pushes it up around my hips and planting two kisses on either of my ass cheeks after biting the skin.

Fingers hook inside my panties as he skims them to the side, holding them in place with one of his hands whilst the other is back on my hip and pulling my ass towards him, my upper half leant forward.

“I am fuckingstarving,” he groans just as his tongue swipes through my pussy, lapping against my clit before it's buried deep inside my cunt, pulsing it in and out, filling me over and over and I find myself grinding against his face, desperate to come, desperate for him to taste every drop of me.

“Oh my god,” I call out, eyes rolling in the back of my head as I rub my clit, and his fingers sink into me, past his tongue and I am edging closer to my orgasm.

“Such a good girl,Mrs Stanley,” he groans and he sinks his teeth into my inner thigh before his hot mouth is replacing both our fingers, eating my pussy like he should.

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