Page 7 of Prince Of Sloth

His lips and tongue tempted my mouth as he worked his fingers in a masterful rhythm. I groaned in desperation, and my hips searched for the heel of his hand to chase the building orgasm. His deep, gruff laugh vibrated along my tongue, followed by the lightening of pressure from his hand.

The slow build had every nerve throbbing, but the sudden change was almost painful. His teeth nipped at my shaking bottom lip, not hard but not distracting enough.

Finally, his fingers whirled larger circles around their previous track.

I was soaked, needy, and frustrated. He was toying with me, edging me close to the peak then backing off if I so much as groaned or bucked my hips.

I reached between us when the build became too much, only for him to snatch my wrist and put it over my head. His thigh gave me the leverage to grind against.

“Do you want to be mine, Pru?”

The pounding of my blood against my eardrum almost drowned out his husky whisper.

“Yes,” I panted, so close to the orgasm that had been so hard to catch.

“That doesn’t sound convincing. I think you can be more persuasive.”

In a quick shift, he slid down and threw my knees over his shoulders. Hot breath brushed over my swollen flesh he had ruthlessly brought to life.

“If my fingers got you this wet,” he said, watching me from over the top of my belly, “I wonder what my tongue could do.”

His lips parted, and his tongue flattened over my clit in one long, broad stroke. A satisfied purr came from deep in his chest. “Fucking delicious.”

He flicked, sucked, then paused when I wiggled closer. I had hoped he would have mercy on me when he changed our position, but he was more in control this way, and he was loving every bit of it.

Another stroke, then he sucked. I bit down on my lip to hold in any sound that would make him continue this wicked game. It would be worth the agony. He wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave me wanting, would he?

No. I was close. Closer and higher than he’d allowed before. His lips hardened around my clit and rolled it around, over and over, until I was cursing and shaking.

“Just a little bit more, baby. Can you hold on for me?” Two fingers slipped inside, and his thumb pressed hard against my clit.

I grunted. “Ezra. Please.”

“You want me to stop, Pru?” His thumb released and was replaced by his mouth once again.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy slowly.

Too slowly.

“Oh God. I can’t.” My voice echoed through the room, and he sucked harder before stopping.

“You want to be mine, don’t you?”

“Yes. Fuck yes, Ezra.”

I looked down to see a broad and menacing smile over his glazed lips. “Tell me, then, beautiful. Tell me you’re mine.”

He lowered his mouth, and his fingers picked up the pace. Each pounding thrust from his wrist was chorused with a pull or suck from his lips, and my body hurtled toward the tipping point. The higher I rose, the more fearful I became of the fall. I’d never been so wound up, and every tingling inch of my skin was buzzing with the expectation of climax.

He pressed an arm over my hips to hold me in place. His mouth worked faster until the pressure became unbearable and I was crashing around his fingers and clawing at the sheets for relief.

“That’s my girl. Give me one more. Give me everything,” he said, my stomach flipping at the words.

“I can’t,” I choked out through a moan.

But I was already building for another hard and fast plunge. My eyes rolled, and a gush of warm liquid spilled as I came apart on his face again.

Dazed and spent, I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down at the mess Ezra had brought out of me. The sheets were soaked, but he didn’t move or look bothered. In fact, he looked proud.

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