Page 51 of Our Forbidden Romance 1

“Yes. Fuck, Ezra. You always fuck me so good,” I squeal, rolling my hips with his.

My climax is quickly approaching, and my legs begin to shake around him.

Ezra's lips fall to my ear. "Mine! Your pussy is mine! You are mine!" he rasps out.

I can only stifle out throaty moans, the pleasure is dominating me.

“Say it, Alana,” he demands.

I love how possessive he is over me; it gives me such a thrill. “Yes. Yours. All yours,” I say between pants.

“Good girl. Now come, I can feel you are ready,” he growls, thrusting rougher.

My toes curl, my back arches from the wall and on his command, I have my release. I scream. Every part of me is shaking as I unravel around him. He captures my lips, kissing me passionately as I come.

“Fuck, angel. I love it when your pussy tightens around me,” he growls out.

“Come for me, Ezra,” I beg, desperate to feel him come inside me and watch him as he does. I find his orgasm face damn sexy.

“I am close, baby,” he groans.

Maybe I should help him along. I make sure his blue eyes meet mine. “Mmm, Ezra, I love how good your cock feels inside me. You fuck me so good. No man has ever made me come like you do. I can’t wait to feel you release inside of me. Fuck, come for me, baby,” I purr, spanking his ass. Only the water slows my hand down, it is more like I am cupping his cheek with my hand.

His cock twitches inside me, his breathing becomes heavier, and his hold on me tightens. “Oh fuck, Alana. I am going to come so good inside of you.”

He moves to bury his face in my neck, but I don’t allow it, instead I yank on his hair to bring his face back so he can face me. “No, I like watching you when you climax.”

He nods, as if he is unable to speak, thrusting harder and faster into me. He begins to curse, saying my name. I watch him closely. His eyes roll back, his mouth parts, and his moans become louder. I can feel his warmth erupt into me. His cock twitching, the intensity of the moment is enough to bring on a second climax for me.

I crash my lips to his, and we cling to each other, riding through our high together, reaching our end in sync.

He buries his face in my neck, and I stroke his hair as we catch our breath. He gently kisses my neck. “Sex with you is always perfect, angel.”

“Yes, it is…” I agree wholeheartedly.

He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of contact. “Easy, baby girl, we can go again later, but for now, let’s go sit under the waterfall.” He chuckles.

“We can sit under it?” I gasp.

“Yes. There are rocks behind it.” He smiles, pecking my lips.

“YAY!” I cheer. Though, I don’t think he realises I will probably sit there for hours.

Alanaand I finally came inside after spending a few hours outside enjoying the pool, waterfall, and sunshine. We had a shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and are now snuggling on my sofa watching a movie. She is lying between my legs, with her head resting on my stomach.

She moves, rolling over onto her stomach, and looks up at me. I have a feeling I know what is coming. She is going to ask me questions about my past, I can tell by the way she seems to search my eyes.

“Do you remember much from your early childhood except the things you already told me? Before you were adopted?” she asks softly.

“Sadly, I remember most things, some I wish I could forget.” My memories haunt my dreams to this day.

“Like what?” Alana reaches down for my hand, taking it in hers, stroking it as if to give me encouragement.

I have never spoken to anyone about what I am going to tell her, probably since I haven’t felt comfortable enough or trusted anyone enough to do so. Yet, with her, it is different. I want to talk to her regarding my past.

“I don’t know which was worse, the abuse or being starved all of the time. They used to buy food, but most of the time it was only enough for them. They would sit there eating hot meals and all they gave me was a slice of bread or some crackers. Nearly every night I went to bed my stomach would hurt because I hadn’t eaten enough. I only really got proper meals when I went to school, which wasn’t often.”

A sick feeling takes over me even at the thought, and my stomach tightens.

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