Page 90 of Merciless Obsession
“Now, now, Bumblebee. I caught you, now it’s time to claim my prize.” A yelp escaped my mouth when I was flipped onto my stomach.
“Look at us, matching outfits. Harley Quinn and The Joker. A match made in heaven,” he rasped against my ear. His voice was husky and full of lust and heat. My breathing grew heavy as my lungs worked overtime to function properly. I kicked my feet and wiggled to try to get from under him.
“You fit your character. Insane!”
Ezra chortled darkly. “You have no idea.” He bit the nape of my neck and sucked roughly.
“If you want to do this the hard way, then so be it.” My arms were held at the small of my back and I felt soft rope, the same feeling as when he tied me up at his house, around my wrists. He pressed his body against my back and pushed his length into my ass.
Voices sounded from a few feet away. “Looks like we might have company soon.” Ezra grabbed the waist of my shorts and maneuvered them down my thighs. “You look so damn hot in this costume. My little Quinn.” I moaned when he rubbed my bottom lips from behind.
“Get off me,” I demanded but there was no fight behind my words. Every nerve buzzed inside of me. Between my legs seeped with moisture. My insides throbbed and tingled.
“Ah,” I whimpered when his thick finger pushed inside me.
“That’s right. Fight me, Bumblebee. Show me that stringer.” One of his hands wrapped around my throat from behind. He cuffed it and caused my neck to bend back.
The sounds of people grew closer. I fought to keep my moans quiet as he finger fucked me.
“If anyone sees you, then I’ll have to act,” he rasped. “Do you understand what that means?” He leaned in and swiped his tongue along my cheek before nipping it with his teeth.
“You can’t,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling a second finger enter me.
“I told you only I get to see you like this. So you better hope they don’t come this way.” My eyes shot open. Ezra pushed his fingers deeper and curled them forward. My walls clenched around them and my stomach flooded with need.
“What was that?” someone called out when my moans grew.
“Uh oh.” Ezra kissed the shell of my ear. “I think they’re coming.”
I tried to call out to tell them to stay away. Ezra would make his threat a promise, I knew it, but when he added a third fingerand shifted them, my body erupted in passion. A toe curling tremble passed through me and I cried out.
Ezra tightened his grip on my neck, limiting my airway. Another orgasm pushed through me when Ezra pulled his fingers from inside me and replaced them with his thick length. I cried out and my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
He moved in and out of me with long, skillful strokes.
The voices were just seconds away. “No,” I managed to get out and shifted. “No, st-stay.” My words were replaced with another moan. My mind clouded with lust.
“What was that?” someone asked.
“I don’t know. Fuck, is that a chainsaw?”
“Run!” The voices shifted.
“Did being hunted turn you on, Bumblebee? We already know me watching you from the shadows turns you on, but do you like to be chased and bound too?”
I shook my head quickly but couldn’t form words to refute his claims. Fire burned in my stomach.
Ezra kissed the back of my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine. He gripped my hip, lifting it slightly. It was a good thing grass was under us because I would be scraped up with anything else.
“I could hardly focus after I left your house this morning. All I could think about was that pretty little mouth wrapped around my dick. How beautiful and turned on you looked on your knees for me. I jerked off to the picture I took of you, just before coming here.” He moaned the last words in my ear. He tightened his hold on my neck again.
The way he looked at me this morning played over in my head. The way my mouth soaked in his masculine taste and how he felt against my tongue caused me to whimper.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I didn’t think I’d ever heard a man’s moans sound as sexy as his. They were deep,throaty, and gruff as hell. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes. The sound of him moving in and out of my wetness fought with the overhead music and distant murmurs from partygoers. I clenched my pussy. Ezra sped up, slamming into me with brute force.
“Harley Quinn, the yin to Joker’s yang,” he grunted. “The one person who sees him for who he is without judgment. His partner in crime. The one who accepts all of him.” Another grunt followed a moan. His breathing was rough in my ear. “My masterpiece.”
His dick jerked then exploded inside me. “Fuck!”
