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Andgoddamnhave I been missing out.
I should have told him I hated him months ago.
His fingers dig into my hips, squeezing so hard it feels like he may be adding to all the other bruises still littering my body.
He fucks me so furiously the shelves on the wall behind me shake, and the dishes stacked on top of them rattle against one another, some of them teetering dangerously to the edge.
He’s chasing his release, and it’s only an afterthought when I say, “E-ezra. You have to pull out.” The words come out stuttered. Half-hearted.
His thumb moves back to my clit, circling injustthe right way. My body and mind are overwhelmed by him.
“I need you full of me. Always. So full you can’t think about anything else.”
His words tip me over the edge, and god dammit if I don’t want that too. Any other protests I may have had die on my lips when I nearly black out from how hard he makes me come.
I used to think he was good at sex, but sometime after the first few weeks with him I came to the unfortunate realization that it’s so fucking good just because it’shim.
That truth remains, even now.
My head tips back, and his free hand slides up my back, gripping my neck at the base as his lips move clumsily across my exposed throat.
He shoves into me one last time, his pelvis going flush with mine. It’s almost painful being completely full of him.
“Fuck.” His body is wracked by tremors, and I revel in the fact thatIdo this to him. “This pussy was made for my cock. Don’t you ever fucking try to keep it from me again.”
All I can do is nod, agree, and kiss him.
Because as much as my brain wants to fight him every step of the way, my body and heart will never belong to anyone else.
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NOTHING SWEETER THAN THE SOUND OF HER SURRENDER
EZRA
I’ve snappeda man’s neck with less effort than it takes for her to admit she likes me.
That doesn’t change the fact that she does—doesn’t change the fact that her body fucking sings for me.
There’s nothing sweeter than the sound of her surrender. Nothing more addicting than the way she melts when I show her exactly who she belongs to.
She clings to my body like it’s her lifeline as I carry her to the bedroom. I’m not ready for this to end.
Not now.
Not ever.
There’s a strong possibility that tomorrow she’ll come to her senses. I fully intend on keeping her cum drunk for the remainder of the evening.
When I lay her on the bed and position myself over her, she blinks up at me like she may be coming to her sensesnow.
She opens her mouth to speak, but before any words come out, I take it as another opportunity to shove my tongue down her throat.
She grunts like she isn’t going to relent, but when I run my hand up her ribcage, cup her tit, and twist her hard nipple between my fingers, she melts beneath me again and meets my tongue stroke for stroke.
My cock is already hard again.
When is it fucking not where she’s involved?
