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“What are you doing?” I asked, incredulously.
Annie’s small hands reached into my pants, and I hissed as she pulled me out. “Turnabout is fair play,” she told me before she reached down with her mouth.
“Fuck,” I muttered, throwing my head back, as the warm wetness of her mouth enveloped the head of my cock.
Looking down, I noticed the spark in Annie’s eyes, and suspected that she was enjoying the power that she had over me. Not that I cared too much. The pleasure that she was giving me was out of this world.
My hands went to grasp her head tangling themselves into her silk hair as I helped move her back and forth. Not that she needed it. She was sucking me down to the root to the point where I thought that she was going to suck the soul out of my body.
Annie pulled away for a moment to catch her breath, and the sight of her nearly made me cum right there. Her pink lips are red and puffy, and when her little tongue reaches out to swipe across her bottom lip, I groan.
“You taste good.” Her voice is soft and sultry as she speaks, and it snaps the little control I have left.
I grab her, pulling her to her feet. I notice her wince slightly, so I gather her in my arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. The action presses her wet pussy against my cock, and it’s all nearly too much for me.
“What are you doing?” Annie asks, breathlessly.
I start walking to the bedroom. “There’s not enough space out here. I need a bed for what comes next.” It sounds slightly like a threat, and maybe I intend it to be. Normally, sex is just sex. I fuck a woman. I come. She does. And then, I’m done. It’s mechanical. Emotionless. All about the biological act of feeling pleasure and control.
But with Annie, I already know that things are going to be different. I crave her in a way that I’d never wanted anyone before in my entire life, and I wanted more than just a taste. I wanted so much more.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
I moaned as Ezra sucked one of nipples into his mouth as his cock thrust into my body. “Don’t stop,” I begged once more, as pleasure coursed through my body. Ezra nipped at my nipple sending shockwaves through my system, and I felt my inner muscles tighten around him.
“Shit,” he spat out as he thrust once more.
My nails dug into his shoulder as I spurred him onward. This was our third round of sex since this afternoon, and at this point, I wasn’t sure that I could take much more. Not that Ezra cared. He’d finished three times but didn’t seem to be anywhere near stopping.
He shifted his thrusts slightly, and I felt his cock massaging me deeper and deeper, ramping up my pleasure until I was practically mindless.
“Take it,” he commanded, thrusting harder and harder.
I had not known Ezra to be a possessive man, but in bed, it seemed that he wanted to control all over me. As much as I hated it, it made me wetter.
I’m pinned to the bed as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of me until I let out a silent scream of pleasure. My insides contract, and though I’d never done drugs, I was sure this was what it felt like to trip on acid.
“Fuck,” Ezra moaned out. Somehow, he thrust harder, causing my orgasm to intensify to the point where I was sobbing in a mixture of pleasured pain, and then, he went stiff. I felt him coat my inside before he fell on top of me with a groan.
For a minute, neither of us spoke. Ezra’s lips and tongue traced a line across my throat, drinking the salty sweat from my skin. I was too boneless with pleasure, but my arms managed to wrap themselves around him as I cradled him to my shivering body.
We said nothing, each basking in the afterglow of the moment. It felt nice to be close to someone. I don’t think that I could remember a time when I’d felt connected to another person, not in a romantic way. With Nikolas sex had been about his pleasure. Even before things had gone off the rails, he’d never been concerned about me. Ezra had. I’d cum at least three times before he’d even thrust his cock inside me. At that point, I’d begged for it.
Smirking, I thought about the article that had started all of this, and while I didn’t care to think about Ezra fucking other women, I couldn’t argue that the experience had served me well. He’d made me feel things I had thought were myths, and even now, as I laid there exhausted and deliciously sore, a part of me wouldn’t have been opposed to going again.
I chuckled slightly at the thought. “What’s so funny?” Ezra asked, his voice deep and sexy.
“Nothing,” I told him. “Just thinking.”
“About?”
“About how mindless I currently am.”
He chuckled before rolling off of me. I missed his weight on me. “Only you could think about not thinking.”
I quirked a brow. “Are you trying to say I think too much?”
He snorted. “Never.”
