Chapter 8 #5
He suddenly pulls my head back until only his tip is in my mouth. I lift my gaze. Ezra is giving me a hooded gaze but sounds accusing when he asks, “Is my cock really the first one you’ve sucked?”
I pull off to nod my head. His heavy eyes flicker between mine and then fall on my mouth. A second later, he guides me back on his dick. “You were fucking born for it.”
His words ignite a fire deep down, where I am empty and wanting. His hand covers the back of my head, fisting my hair, and I instantly know what is about to happen. So I loosen my jaw and relax my throat.
As though he can feel my surrender, he growls, “Fucking born to choke on my dick.”
I would moan a yes, but my mouth is full of him.
His fingers tangle even tighter in my hair, shy of pain, to hold me in place as his hips thrust up, and he starts to fuck.
I gag a few times, and my eyes are watering as he pushes deeper into my throat, but he doesn’t slow down.
I moan around him to urge him on as he drives his shaft back and forth, flexing and thrusting.
His breath is coming in short, sharp pants.
His head falls back, and he keeps groaning, tendons straining in his neck, lips curled up, teeth gritted. It turns me on so much my dick aches, and I feel my nails digging into my palms. I wish I could touch myself and get some relief.
Ezra deepens the angle, filling my mouth before halting. “See if you like this.”
A low groan leaves me, and it’s my turn for my eyes to roll in my head.
Holy gods. His foot is on my throbbing dick, stroking it.
The sensation is weird and too intense, his toes are rubbing it, pressing on my balls, sliding up to the tip.
Utter bliss is shooting up and down my length and spreading to my entire body.
I grow more desperate, and my sudden strangled cry is muffled by his cock as I begin to come.
I can’t see him anymore, only white light as I shake with the force of the climax.
Ezra lets out a guttural groan, pushing his hips tighter against my face as my throat works around him.
My orgasm fades, and I try to pull off his dick, but he forces me down to it, making me squeak.
The fingers in my hair clench and curl. I’m still riding the blissful aftershocks from the amazing orgasm he gave me, so he can do whatever he wants; I’d even thank him for it later.
After a few seconds, his hips stutter and his cock swells impossibly large in my mouth.
“Feed on my cum.” His voice is nothing more than a guttural groan.
I swallow around him, unable to talk, taking him as deep as I physically can.
And he comes down my throat in thick ropes.
He releases hard, and I get every drop. It’s thicker than I imagined, and salty.
I do my best to swallow it all, but there’s too much, and it spills out of the corners of my mouth, dripping down his shaft and coating my chin.
He pulls out, scoops up his jizz from my lower face and forces my mouth open with his finger. His thumb presses on my tongue and he stares while he pushes his jizz inside.
“Eat it all.”
My dick jerks at his command, and I realize how much I love to do this with him. He is still staring at my cum-full, open mouth, eyes filled with dark satisfaction.
He finally releases the lock he has on my head, and I pull back, swallowing his intimate juice.
I drop onto him, head on his thigh, a half-crazed laugh leaves my lips.
His cock is still hard, and it jolts once more, releasing another weak spurt of cum.
I want to lick it off his skin, but I can’t move.
Holy shit, I did it. I hum in contentment as he pets a big hand over my head for a moment.
Then he grabs a bottle of water from the bed and takes a big sip.
I’m thirsty too, and just when I’m about to ask him to release my hands, he tilts my head up and, forcing my lips open, he lets the water fall into my mouth.
Holy shit. This man makes me feel too much.
“Can I have more?” I ask, feeling suddenly very thirsty. He does it again, licking inside my mouth and sucking on my tongue, grunting with satisfaction. Does he like the taste of his cum on me? The thought makes my dick jerk.
He tosses the bottle on the sheets and grabs something else. A leather belt similar to the ones across my body, but there’s a ball in the middle…a ball gag!
My dick goes stiff in half a second as he dangles it between his fingers near my face. I always wanted to try it. He witnesses my excitement and lets out that sexy growl that seems to say good boy. I tilt my head with a little effort and adjust myself until I’m again kneeling between his legs.
“Open,” he orders me, and I oblige, parting my lips and letting him push the ball in.
It sits between my jaws, holding my mouth open.
It’s soft and not as big as the ones I saw in porn, but it makes it hard to swallow.
He secures the straps behind my head and asks me if it’s too tight.
I shake my head, and he brushes his thumb over my stretched upper lip for a moment.
“If it gets to be too much, push your tongue against the ball; it’ll slide out and I’ll take it off.”
Oh, I didn’t know I could do that. I nod.
He drops his arm and helps me up into a standing position. Then he moves closer to the center of the bed and leans down, hands behind his head, somehow looking like a bloodthirsty predator even though he’s belly up.
He is all mine to watch now. Broad shoulders and a muscled torso, faint silvery scars over his skin, the sharp V leading to that massive cock.
All mine indeed. As I meet his gaze, I swallow, or try to—my throat feels horribly dry even though I’m salivating like hell with this ball stuck in my mouth.
His stare is intense as always, with a gleam that promises more than I could ever imagine.
He leaves me so off-balance, has since the moment we met.
“Come to me.” The rumble of his voice vibrates inside of me.
I raise my knee, attempting to look sexy while getting on the bed, but it’s hard without the use of my hands. I once again lose my balance and fall on the soft duvet on my side, my teeth sink into the ball as I hear my unintelligible curse.
Ezra pulls me up on my knees. “Stop teasing me, Little Chick,” he says scoldingly into my ear. Teasing?
He kisses my wrists delicately, his breath on my skin instantly relaxing me. Then a choked gasp escapes me as he sinks his teeth into my hip with a rabid snarl. I love this sweet, wild side of him so much. Dog and wolf.
“Turn around and sit on my face.”
My eyes widen with surprise. “What?” The ball muffles my question.
I look at that firm set of his jaw, his plump lips, and picture him using them to rim me. Holy crap!
“I’ve been dreaming of your hole for months. I’m fucking ravenous for it,” he hisses, grabbing my hips. He effortlessly spins me and positions me over his head, straddling him.
One hand remains on my hip as the other clasps my own. The first touch of his wet, warm tongue feels like a branding caress. It shakes the very core of me, making me moan like a whore. And now I know why it’s called eating ass, because Ezra is actually devouring me like a starving man.
“Fuck, I could get drunk on this hole,” he groans.
Every word he utters makes me twitch, every breath is like a wave of heat entering me.
I feel like I’m about to die when his tongue starts pushing inside me.
I scream as he goes deeper and pushes me down on it.
He’s opening me up, prepping me with his tongue.
My eyes close, and more nonsensical sounds come out.
My chest is heaving, nipples achingly hard, thighs straining as Ezra’s nose brushes back and forth over my aching balls.
His tongue is fucking me relentlessly, making me clench in reaction. He moans against me, so low and deep that my legs tremble from the vibration he creates against my dripping ass. My cock is leaking onto my belly, desperate for friction. I need to come so badly.
“Ride my fucking tongue.” Ezra’s ordering voice reaches my ears, and I start rocking my hips frantically, crying with blissful agony as I try to get more of him inside me. My wrists pull at my restraints, but I can’t get free. My nails sink into his palm. I’m the one losing my fucking mind now.
A finger suddenly slides inside me while I’m still fucking his tongue and I whimper a yes.
More. Fuck me! I’m drooling, out of my mind.
He can’t understand my words, but the desperation in my voice is clear because on my next thrust, two more fingers pierce me.
My body is one large erogenous zone now, Ezra’s zone.
“What a fucking view,” he snarls as I keep dropping my ass on his three fingers.
“You didn’t have all this space inside you before.
I made this space. And now it’s waiting to be filled up again.
” He curses and then spits on my hole and gives my balls a long lick.
“My cock wants in your ass so fucking badly, Sully.”
His lips close around my skin near my entrance and suck hard. And I feel it, my climax is so close. I can almost…his fingers abruptly slide out of me, making me cry with such dissatisfaction a tear falls down my cheek.
He grabs my waist and lifts me over his torso. He sits me on his groin facing him, legs spread open, bent on each side of him. My hole feels cold and empty, clenching around nothing.
He drops lube on his dick and spreads it on the length. “You have thirty seconds to bury my cock where it belongs,” he then says with a forceful tone.
I glare at him, and he slaps my ass twice in response. I bite on the ball and rise on my knees, using my hands behind my back to line his cock to my entrance. As soon as I feel his tip, I drop down on it, taking it all in at once.