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I feel Ezra step back slightly, and I look over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. While I can’t quite see his cock from here, I remember the size of it from when I’d taken him in my mouth, and I feel a bundle of nerves growing in my stomach. Will it … hurt?
He presses up against me again, and I can feel the tip of him at my entrance. I stiffen, suddenly nervous, but once his hands are back on me, my breasts, my clit, I feel myself relax just a bit.
“Are you ready for me, sweetheart?” he breathes against my ear.
I nod. “Yes.”
Then he enters me. I gasp at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched wider than I ever have. I grip the railing, feeling overwhelming pleasure and a tinge of pain.
“Shhhh,” Ezra breathes against my ear, seemingly sensing my discomfort. “That’s my good girl.” His words seem to open me up, taking all of him in.
He pauses for a moment, his cock fully inside of me. He runs his hands over my breasts, down my body, to my clit. I bite my lip, moaning softly.
Then he starts pumping. Slowly at first, but then faster. I grip the railing for support, leaning forward, my breasts dangling beneath me as he thrusts harder and faster. He reaches down to fondle them, plucking at and pinching my nipples as he fucks me.
I cry out with each thrust, feeling as though I might split apart at the seams. The pleasure is blinding, overwhelming. Sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making are coming out of my mouth, and I’m sure if his neighbors are home, they can hear everything.
“You’re such a good girl,” Ezra praises as he fucks me harder. “Taking all me like this.”
I moan in reply, hanging onto the railing for dear life.
He snakes a hand between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing.
I scream, seeing stars. I imagine the sight of myself, completely naked, being fucked over a railing by a fully clothed man, my breasts jostling below me.
“Ezra, I’m going to come,” I cry, my mouth open in a permanent shriek.
“Good,” he pants, somehow thrusting into me harder.
I feel my orgasm crash through me, tearing me apart from the inside out. I melt into the railing, gasping for breath as Ezra continues to pump, finally finishing and stilling inside of me. We stay there, panting, for a few moments, before he finally pulls out and steps back.
I twirl around, covering my breasts and suddenly remembering how exposed we are. I can already feel his cum dripping down my inner thighs.
He smirks down at me, taking me in. I blush. “Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he says.
Chapter 11
Ezra
I stare at Emma’s sleeping form beside me, too awake to go back to sleep, but much too content to get up and start my day. So instead, I simply lie beside her, propped up on my elbow, gazing at her as her chest softly rises and falls.
It’s so strange to be back at this beach house. The last time I’d been here was with Diane for one of our anniversaries. I can’t even remember which one it was. It was probably two or more years ago. And even then, things had felt strained.
It’s funny, though. Even though thinking of her still brings out some sadness, hurt, betrayal, it doesn’t sting as much as it did. All of those bitter emotions aresoftened by the woman lying next to me. The woman who, last night, I’d been fantasizing about having kids with—those said kids running around this house, playing in the waves out back, making sandcastles on the beach.
Shit. This whole rebound idea is working out terribly. I smirk slightly. The only problem is that I’m still not sure how Emma feels. She’s obviously into me. But she’s young and gorgeous, with her whole life ahead of her. She might not be looking for someone to settle down with. And I can hardly blame her.
I think of my cousin, Alec. He’s about my age and ended up with a woman much younger than him. But that doesn’t happen every day. And it rarely works out.
Emma rolls over, pulling me from my thoughts. She opens her eyes, her gaze landing sleepily on mine. She smiles in surprise. “Hi.” Her voice is thick and groggy, and it makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and smother her with kisses.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I say, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
She stretches lazily. I lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.
“Coffee,” she murmurs, her eyes closed.
I laugh, taking her hand and pulling her up. “In the kitchen. Let’s go.”
