Page 10 of Daddy's Perfect Ballerina

“We could still—”

“Are you offering to let me fuck you bare?”

The heat in his eyes makes me melt.

“Yeah.” I want him so badly, there’s no getting around it.

He doesn’t need another word, pushing me onto the bed on my back. He sheds my briefs, tossing them to the ground.

“Wait right here,” he commands, kissing my chest and stomach a few times before getting up. I try to steady my breathing, remaining completely still.

Ezra dips into the ensuite bathroom, returning with a small container. Noticing my questioning look, he explains, “It’s coconut oil,” before nudging himself between my legs. He takes all of me in, looking over every inch. “God, you’re stunning, baby. Knees up for Daddy, yeah?”

I plant my feet flat against the mattress, exposing myself entirely to him.

“Damn, look at you…” he trails off, his hands gliding up my thighs. “Gotta get this pretty little ass stretched out for me. And then you’re going to take Daddy’s cock in this needy, beautiful ballerina boy hole. Raw.”

My stomach flips. “Please,” it’s all I can say. I need him.

With the first swipe of his slicked-up fingers over my puckered hole, my dickweeps, precum dripping from the tip. He doesn’t waste time needlessly teasing me, I’m already worked up enough. Instead, he carefully slips the first finger past the ring of muscle, sinking in to the knuckle.

I soften for him, relaxing and letting out soft moans as he removes and re-inserts his thick digit over and over again. I don’t expect it when he leans forward and sucks my cock into his mouth. My hips buck up, shifting his finger to a new angle. A garbled cry falls from my lips, and Ezra moans around the tip of my length.

He hollows his cheeks, continuing to suck while he works me. Minutes pass and the intensity increases as he goes from one finger to two to three. He’s avoiding my prostate, like heknowsI can’t handle the combination of his mouth and his fingers all at once.

I’m so relieved when his mouth pops off of me. I can’t imagine going even a minute longer without coming undone.

“Get on top, ballerina boy,” he instructs, lips shiny with saliva. “I want the first time you take me to be at your pace. Wanna feel you stretch and accept me all on your own.”

I don’t miss the implication of his words.The first time.Hope for a second, third, fourth, even a fifth time with him swells in my chest. Erza kisses up my torso before pecking my lips and pulling me on top of him as he rolls onto his back. My thighs open, body stretching to straddle him.He’s just so thick.

With his cock surrounded by his meaty fist, he lines it up between my legs, guiding me into position. He’s not even inside of me yet and this is the best sex of my life. Skin on skin, masculine scent in the air, it’s so…hot.

Feeling his tip against my hole, I begin to lower myself. His eyes bore into mine as I sink far enough down to engulf the first inch of him. Warm hands grip my hips, helping me take more of him.God, I never want this feeling to end.

I clench around him as he glides over my most sensitive spot, eyes rolling back. I can’t help the urge to begin rocking, finally fucking myself with his fat cock.

“Shhhhit,” I whisper, attempting not to squirm in his hands.

“Leo,” he growls, dragging me farther down by my hips. “There you go, baby. Take it nice and deep for me.”

Ezra continues to move me, sliding me down onto him until I’m entirely full of him. His cock now buried to the hilt, he holds still, waiting for me to adjust to the girth of him.

I can’t help myself, lifting back up to sink down harder. Eyes rolling, I repeat the action, again and again, fucking myself on his cock without saying a word. I can only moan, shutting my eyes so that I don’t lose my control entirely.

Fingers flex around my hips and Ezra groans, keeping me steady while I ride him, speeding up and taking him greedily. My cock slaps against his abs as I move, tempting me to grab it, but I resist. I’m already close, I can’t handle any more added sensation.

Like he can’t hold back any longer, the man beneath me is suddenly on top of me, taking over. My eyes pop open, unable to avoid the look of him any longer. He doesn’t rest for a moment, driving into me with powerful thrusts that have me covering my mouth as I cry out.

“Yes,” he moans. “Eyes on mine, baby. Get your hand off of those pretty lips. I want to hear you.” Gathering my legs by the backs of my knees, he lifts them up, tightening them around his hips. “Can’t get close enough to you.Fuck!”

“Ezra,” I choke out, voice rasping as the bed shakes beneath us. His body rocks harder against mine, hot skin touching me everywhere.

There’s no way Noah and Henry can’t hear what we’re doing in here—there’s no possible way they don’t hear me whining for the man pounding my ass. We’re in their fucking guest room for fuck’s sake. I’m not going to be able to look either of them in the eye ever again. Shit, I don’t even care right now.

My nails dig into the hard muscles of his shoulders, garbled moans flying from my lips without permission. I hold on tight, anchoring myself to him, and buck against his thrusts, humping as best as I can manage from this angle.

“Yeah, gorgeous, that’s it,” he encourages, voice husky with desire. “Keep fucking my cock just like that. This greedy little hole needs it, huh?”

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