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“Roll over,” he repeats. “Ass up.” I roll my eyes as I slowly turn around, lifting myself to my knees as I press my shoulders into the bed. “That’s it, love. That’s what I love to see.” He roughly gropes my ass, his fingers digging into me. I twist and look over my shoulder, finding the camera way too fucking close to my pussy.
“Ezra,” I hiss, and he lifts his head, his eyes innocently wide.
“What?”
“Turn the fucking camera off,” I snap. “Just fuck me. Come on.” He grins again, wicked and crazy. He tosses his phone to the bed beside us, but I know he didn’t stop recording. Whatever. I’m too fucking turned on to care at the moment.
He straightens and aims his cock to my entrance again. “You want me to fuck you, love?” I nod, my neck straining to look back at him. He slides his hand up my back, tracing the tattoo up my spine, before he rests his hand on my head, pinning me down.
Without warning, he slams into me, and I scream into the bed. He doesn’t hold back as he fucks me, the headboard banging against the wall with each hard thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” he snarls. I reach blindly back and he grabs my arm with his other hand, pinning it behind my back. I try to catch my breath, but I can’t. Not when he’s so thoroughly fucking me. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”
He adjusts his hold on my wrist, and I arch back into him, letting him hit deeper. I press my face into the bed to muffle my screams. Each thrust hits a new spot, a deeper spot. I wave my hand around, looking for him, and he slides his fingers between mine.
I tighten around him, feeling another orgasm shooting toward me. My body coils tighter as heat courses through me.
“Fucking come on my cock,” he grunts. He lets go of my hand and moves his hands back to my hips, readjusting his grip as he fucks me wildly. “Beg me to let you come, you little slut.”
“Please,” I cry. “Please let me come. Fuck, I’m so close.” I claw at the sheets by my head. He barely stops, and I glance over my shoulder at him, finding him grabbing his phone again.
I don’t have time to say anything before he starts fucking me again. He rests his hand on my lower back, and I push my hips into him, meeting each thrust. Slowly, he slides his thumb down and when I feel a pressure on my ass, I stiffen.
“Ez,” I breathe warily.
“You’ll like it,” he says as he slowly presses his thumb inside me. “Relax.” Easy for him to fucking say. He’s not the one with a thumb in his ass.
“Ezra,” I say again, but he ignores me as he presses deeper.
“So fucking tight,” he groans. “Have you had a cock here?” He wiggles his thumb for emphasis and I gasp at the feeling.
“No,” I say. “And I never will.”
“We’ll see.” I open my mouth to argue, but he slams into me harder, hitting a spot so deep it hurts. “Play with your pussy. Rub your little clit.” I slide my hand between my legs and find my swollen clit. My fingers brush against his thick cock, and I slide my hand lower, wrapping around his base, then lower, cupping his balls. “Oh, fucking hell.”
My hand tightens, and he hisses, whether in pleasure or pain, I don’t know. I slide my other hand between my legs to my clit again. I’m close to the edge, and with every thrust, every stroke of my fingers, I’m closer.
“I’m so fucking close,” he says. “God, keep your grip tight, baby. Fuck, that feels so good. Your whore cunt feels so fucking good.” I tighten my hand more and he groans louder. “I’m going to come inside you, so fucking deep.”
“No,” I breathe, panic filling my chest. Even though I’m on the pill, it’s never one-hundred-percent. “Pull out.” He grumbles something I can’t understand, and I squeeze his balls tighter in warning.
“I don’t think I will,” he says. “I’m going to fill your fucking pussy with my cum every single day until you’re pregnant with my baby.”
“Ezra,” I groan. My orgasm is almost there—so close my body begins vibrating.
“Fuck, yeah. Ready for my cum, whore?”
“No,” I cry again. “Don’t.”
It’s a sick game of me begging him not to come in me, and him ignoring it. It’s fucking sick because the begging, the fear of him actually doing it, turns me on so much more than it should. My eyes roll back as I clamp around his cock until he can’t move. I press my face into the bed and scream my release. Before it’s over, he forces his cock to move, fucking me fervently.
“Coming,” he grunts before he pulls out. My body twitches with aftershocks as he spills his hot cum over my ass. He slips his cock back inside me, barely thrusting as it softens. He leaves it there as we catch our breath.
He roughly wipes his cum off me before plopping onto the bed beside me, his face sweaty and flushed. “Wash your hands,” I say, and he huffs out a laugh. I’m still on my knees, my ass still high in the air. I’m too tired to move. My body feels like it’s permanently in this position.
He presses a quick kiss to my cheek and slides out of bed. Before he moves, he slaps my ass like I’m his fucking teammate. “That was great. You did good.” I flip him off as I slowly lower to my side, not bothering to look for my discarded clothes.
“Put something on before you walk out there,” I sigh as he reaches for the door. He pauses and looks around, finding his jeans and slipping them on.
