Painting Him Mine

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

MAURICIO

My lust warred with my sense of decency that wanted to obey Ezra’s wishes that we stick to nonpenetrative forms of foreplay before the honeymoon. I owed it to him to remind him of his original intentions. “But you said you wanted to save that for the honeymoon.”

“I was stupid.” He keened with frustration. “Fuck, I need to come so bad! Please !”

His desperate pleas forced my body into reacting. I flipped us over to pin him on the bed. Reaching over to where we had abandoned the lube earlier, I dispensed some onto my fingers as I slid two of them inside his tight channel at the same time I went down on him.

Ezra’s body jerked under me as he cried out, but I didn’t let up. I sucked his dick with great pleasure while I pumped my fingers in and out of him. He desperately thrust his dick deeper into my mouth, and I opened wider to take more of him. It was why it came as such a surprise when his hands stopped me.

Before I could ask what was wrong, Ezra reversed our positions with a surprising show of dexterity and strength. He guided my arousal to penetrate him, but I had to protest. “You’re not ready to?—”

“Oh, I’m more than ready.” He proved his point by riding me hard. I gripped his thighs tightly as I thrust up to meet his bounces, making him cry out as he tossed his head back with wild abandon. It was beautiful watching him derive so much pleasure from our bodies connecting. His exquisite ecstasy drove me to madness as he grew almost hoarse from crying out my name for all his neighbors to hear. But I was too lost in the experience to remind him that we might be disturbing people.

Instead, I raced toward my climax as we set a furious pace while I drilled him hard. He jerked off with increasingly desperate keens, his body moving nonstop with an increasingly frenzied need for more. Neither of us would last long at that pace, especially not after so much teasing.

He succumbed first, spilling his seed all over my stomach with a strangled shout of my name getting caught in his throat. I pulled him down on a forceful thrust as I came inside him in spurts until I was spent. I could feel my cum slowly seeping out of him as he shuddered on top of me with a whimper.

When he leaned forward to kiss me with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to the hard way he had been riding me, I slipped out of him, along with more of my release. It was obscene and filthy, but I couldn’t get enough of it. I loved that he was covered in proof that he was mine. And after tomorrow, he’d be mine to love forever as my lawfully wedded husband.

I had never expected to get married or under such strange circumstances, but Ezra was already the best thing to ever happen to me. I couldn’t wait to escape the city with him and start our honeymoon in whatever exotic location he had picked. It didn’t matter where he picked, as long as we were together.

He collapsed against me in a boneless puddle with a satisfied groan. I wrapped my arms around him to hold him closer, in no rush to move. Getting clean could wait. All I needed in that moment was the feeling of closeness between us as I held him while recovering from our exertion.