Page 75 of Duke of Chaos

Though he had done well at first keeping his hands flat on the bed, they now clung tightly to the sheets, and his hips had begun to piston in time with each thrust into her mouth. Understanding bloomed in her when she felt him swell in her mouth, and she felt herself gush with arousal as she brought him close to his edge.

“Lydia,” Ezra panted.

His deep voice, so etched with ache and need, only amplified Lydia’s own desire, and she plunged her mouth down further onto him, pushing past her comfort, opening her throat, and devouring him. Ezra’s hips shot forward as his hands suddenlyflew from the blankets to her hair, holding her to him tightly as he began to spill his seed.

Lydia moaned, her insides turning molten as she felt his rod spasm repeatedly and the inside of her throat became coated in his hot liquid. His muscled body trembled for her, and he moved his grip from her hair to her shoulders and hauled her up his chest.

Lydia gasped, dragging in fresh air as her mouth became free, but it was cut off by Ezra’s kiss as he began to tear at her gown.

“Jesus, what you do to me,” Ezra whispered fervently against her lips, ripping her dress open from the back.

He dragged it down hurriedly over her shoulders, tugging it over her waist and tossing it away from her. When he was finished with that he ripped the thin fabric of her shift into shreds, freeing her from her stockings and shoes last.

“Show me,” Lydia panted as he rolled her onto her back. “Show me everything.”

She hissed in a breath as Ezra’s hot mouth clamped down on her throat and her hands flew to his body, finding grip wherever they could. Lydia bucked her hips as Ezra first kissed, then scraped his teeth down her neck and collarbone as his hand disappeared between her legs.

“Ezra!” she gasped as two of his fingers slid between her already wet, hot folds.

Ezra groaned against her throat as he began to work his hand, letting the two fingers inside of her crook and coax out her pleasure.

“My turn,” he rasped, then wrapped his arm around her waist.

Lydia gasped as he lifted her with one arm as though she weighed no more than a pillow. Her gasp transformed into a deep moan as he sat her atop his hand.

“I do love you,” he whispered darkly, a sinfully handsome smile spreading across his face as his fingers began to work faster, “But if you want full control of me, you are going to have to challenge me for it.”

As he said so, Lydia felt one of his fingers slide out of her tight sheath, but before she could whimper in protest, she felt him slide it somewhereelse.Lydia’s breath caught in her throat, her lashes fluttering as she felt both pleasure and discomfort at the new sensation.

Desperately, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, trembling as the discomfort began to transform into molten pleasure. She could hear herself; hear how her juices created a slick suckling noise against his hand as occasional wicked grunts of pleasure left Ezra. He was watching her unravel, making her hold herself on full display as he did so, and she loved it.

“Here is the first challenge,” Ezra growled- “Ah, look at me, sweetheart, I am talking to you.”

Lydia felt his fingers spread across the back of her skull and was suddenly thrust forward. So lost in her pleasure, Lydia had not realized that she had tilted her head far back and had closed her eyes. Not only that but had fully begun riding his hand, no longer needing his arm for support. Her eyes flew open, and she saw Ezra’s blue eyes glowing with pleasure and dominance.

“Wh…what?” She panted.

Ezratisked, giving her a pitying look, and suddenly stopped.

Lydia whimpered at the severity of the pause, but as she parted her lips, Ezra pulled her head forward and muffled the sound. His kiss was quick and harsh, and when he finished he pulled roughly away as his hand went from her head to her throat.

“Ready to listen, now?” he asked, bucking his hand again a single, torturing time.

“Yes,” Lydia panted, then whimpered again as she felt the intensity of the thrust.

“Mmmm, there’s my good wife,” Ezra purred, beginning to rhythmically work his hand again, “Your challenge is, you must not come.”

The pleasure of his fingers had already made her mind begin to go blank again, so she was certain she had misheard his words.

“But…”

Ezra’s hand worked her harder then, another one of his fingers sliding into her dripping, tight sheath to replace the one that had gone somewhere else, and she felt another deep pull of pleasure.

“If you come you will have to endure my punishment with me,” Ezra went on, then clamped his mouth over her right breast.

Lydia moaned loudly, her nails now breaking the skin of his shoulders as his tongue and teeth teased her relentlessly.

“So, whatever you do,” Ezra groaned, taking her pleasure higher and farther than it had ever been before, “Do. Not. Come.”

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