“I know you are. I know you’re dripping for me,” I rasp the words. “Tell me.”
“Yes,” she mewls, “I’m soaked for you.”
A groan rips out of my chest as I set her on her feet. I strip her quickly and soak up the sight of her being unveiled for me. While I love her history pun shirts, I prefer her like she is now.
Naked with her cheeks flushed and her wide blue eyes staring up at me like she’s the lucky one.
I know the truth though. It’s me; I’m the lucky one. There’s no question—I don’t deserve her. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight every day to be worthy of her and to ensure her happiness.
Ezra drops to her knees, her hands steady even though her breathing is ragged as she undoes my jeans and yanks them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs. My cock springs free, the head already coated with pre-cum.
She reaches out and her fingertips gently graze my balls. I grunt, the sound more animal than man. My nostrils flare with every breath I take. Then her eyes find mine and my lip curls up in a snarl.
When her hands wrap around the base of my cock, I barely hold onto my control.
“Fuck,” I grit out through my clenched jaw, “I almost painted your face with my cum right then and there.”
Her lips curl into a smile that’s pure seduction and smoke. My knees buckle when she curls her tongue around the tip and collects the pre-cum there. The humming sound she makes, like she can’t wait to taste more of me, has my hands diving into her hair.
“Be a good girl, my Ez, and take me into your mouth,” my voice almost cracks as my need for her rides me hard.
When her lips part, my fingers tighten my grip on her hair to stop myself from surging forward and fucking her face. Hertongue swirls around the crown and she flicks the underside in just the right place to make my head fall back while I moan.
The sound seems to delight her because she starts moving up and down my length, taking more of me with every pass. My legs are shaking and my fingers tighten in her hair just a little bit more.
I almost lose control completely when I look back down at my woman to see tears at the corners of her eyes and her lips stretched around my shaft. Fuck, it’s a sight.
“You look so fucking pretty like this,” my voice is husky as I praise her. “Your mouth is fucking perfect.”
She moves faster and I start to pump my hips in time with her movements, never forcing too much. It feels like riding the knife’s edge.
I could topple over the other side.
When she moans around me, my control slips and I move faster and go deep. Ezra gags and I pull back.
Something in her eyes, a plea maybe, makes my heart pound even harder.
“You want me to fuck your pretty face, Teach?” There’s something dark in my voice, the words more feral than feeling.
She moans again, her answer clear and I tighten my grip on my control because I’ll never let myself get too carried away. Not with her. Not when she’s my whole fucking heart.
“Breathe through your nose,” I grit out and start to take over.
Ezra’s mouth slackens slightly and I know her jaw will be aching soon. If I’m not careful, I’ll be filling her belly with mycum before I have the chance to feel the squeeze of her perfect pussy.
I pump my hips, keeping the pace slow. Her hands grip my thighs, but she’s not pushing me away or ensuring I don’t go too far. She’s pulling me closer, her touch begging me for more.
My hips start to move faster, and I go a little deeper. When she gags again, I grunt. “That’s it,” I coo, the words on the verge of unhinged. “You’re doing such a good job.”
The base of my spine tingles and my balls draw up, but I clench my jaw to hold the feeling back. I push in deep again, going even farther and feel her throat tighten around the crown of my cock. I let out a low moan and then pull out of her mouth entirely.
Ezra is a panting mess with saliva slipping down her chin and neck. But she’s not complaining. She’s looking at my cock like she’s hungry for more while rubbing her thighs together.
I grip under her arms and haul her up to crush her against my chest. When I kiss her, it’s messy as fuck. There’s a hint of the saltiness of my cum, but the rest is all her and I’ve been starving for her for far too long.
“You know I love you, right?” I growl the question against her lips.
“I know,” her voice is needy.
