Chapter 8 #6
I throw my head back as I get stuffed to the brink, eyes widening, a silent scream in my throat. It hurts, and it feels so fucking good having him inside me. It makes my eyes water with so many different emotions that they need to spill out over my cheeks.
“You’re getting better at taking it.” He gives me a carnal look, while his hands are squeezing my thighs to the point of bruising. “You like having me up your ass. Eh, Little Chick?”
I respond with an unintelligible yes as I start pumping down his dick. It produces the obscene sound of wet skin slapping against hard skin. Of his cock spearing my soaked hole. My pleasure is rising once again, higher with each drive of my hips. Every one of my muscles is tensing in anticipation.
“Open your eyes,” he growls. I don’t stop moving while my eyes find his face. I see something dark and domineeringly sexy, it sends a delicious shiver down my spine. “You look at me while bouncing on my cock. I want to see your face when you come on it.”
He’s so bossy. I love it. It makes me ride him harder, faster.
The restraints on my wrists and the ball in my mouth make me feel like a sex doll, used for his pleasure.
It’s exactly what I need. The feel of hard leather on my body, my skin turned slick with sweat, his hands cupping my balls, but ignoring my screaming dick.
His breath hot on my skin pushes a gasp out of my mouth. “Want you to come from your hole,” he suddenly whispers in my ear.
He arches my torso back not stopping my pistoning movements.
His lips suck on my nipple, biting and abusing it.
He slides a finger between my ass cheeks and traces the rim of my hole where it’s stretched to the limit around his cock.
Then he slightly shifts my body, and an insane burst of pleasure hits me.
That’s when he starts thrusting up into me.
I tense almost immediately, a soundless scream and cum spurts from my dick, hitting my chin, my chest. He continues fucking up into me, extending my pleasure, making it reach every corner of my body.
His growls and groans of pleasure melt inside my body, and my hole clenches every time he yanks me down.
“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to suck the cum out of me.
So. Fucking. Good.” He spanks my ass as he rams his dick into me over and over, holding me still, one hand grabbing my hair, the other wrapped around the chain between my wrists.
His flesh against mine is what my hot dreams are made of.
Our heaving chests are touching, rubbing, and I can feel the hard thumping of his heart, the smoothness of his skin and hardness of his muscles, the strong demand in his grip.
His eyes are on my face, burning with raw lust and consuming dominance.
There is nothing hotter than hearing and feeling him losing his mind over me.
I let out an unabashed moan, wanting him to know how much I crave him.
His hard, sharp thrusts in, and long, slow withdrawals drag every inch of his cock over my insides, turning me crazy. In the silence of the bedroom, we make slick, wet sounds.
He bares his teeth. “Open your legs wider, need to nut deep inside you,” he groans.
As soon as I do, he slams into me again and again, each plunge taking him higher, hitting my prostate head-on.
It hurts, but the pain also feels good somehow.
I came twice already. I don’t think I can again.
I have no more jizz in me. But my body is responding to him like it’s spellbound, and I start to meet every one of his thrusts.
More sweat covers our bodies, and I lean forward to suck a mark on his neck.
A litany of swear words falls from his lips.
He grabs my ass in his palms, fingers sinking into my skin, and shoves me harder on top of him.
I moan into his neck as the motion makes his abs stroke against my cock.
And I’m gone, again. My body quakes uncontrollably as my orgasm barrels through me with relentless force.
“Let me hear it,” he pants.
I scream and cry against the ball gag, riding wave after wave of yet another orgasm.
The instant he feels my hole constricting around him, he follows me over the edge.
Rutting into me with choppy motions, whispering filthy words into my ear.
My channel clenches around him, and clenches, and clenches.
My body milks him greedily, every single shot of cum until there’s nothing left but involuntary twitches that have me moaning.
My forehead falls against his neck, and I fight to catch my breath. I can’t even open my eyes. My face is soaked in sweat and tears, my mouth is a mess. My limbs are like noodles.
“Fuck, you are so sexy right now,” I hear him saying. His tongue is licking the bite mark he made on my shoulder, his hands are massaging my ass, his dick is still making shallow drives inside me. I’m in heaven.
After a minute or two, he removes the ball gag.
The sides of my mouth are throbbing, and my jaw feels rigid.
He kisses the corners of my lips in a soothing gesture.
Licks my chin and neck—where my cum hit.
Then he frees my hands. My arms hurt after being forced back all this time, and my fingers are numb.
Ezra starts massaging them, from my biceps slowly moving downwards.
It feels nice. He unfastens the leather cuffs from my wrists to continue stroking my skin until he reaches the tip of my fingers.
Then he starts rubbing my inner thighs. This time spreading his cum over my skin. Such a possessive move, it makes my stomach flutter.
I am vaguely aware he is shifting us on the bed.
He lies down, draping me over his chest, my face tucked under his chin, my legs bent on either side of his waist. My fingers start moving over his skin, lingering every time they find a scar.
His thumb slides between my ass cheeks again, brushing my cock-stuffed entrance.
I sigh contentedly as I hear his satisfied growl.
After several long minutes, my body shivers.
The sweat is cooling on my skin. I smile dopily up at him when he moves a blanket over us.
My smile turns into a slightly dirty grin when I see the hickey I left on his collar.
I can’t believe how possessive I became after only a few days.
Is the brotherhood rubbing off on me? Or is it just Ezra?
His eyes are closed, so I move my fist under my chin and take my time to watch him.
The shape of his eyes, the long eyelashes, the straight line of his nose, the curve of his lower lip, his pointy chin.
His chest is rising and falling steadily under mine, and his body’s warmth makes me want to tuck myself inside him and never come out.
“You will move in with me,” he suddenly states. Eyes still closed.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
I sure did. But I still have a few weeks left at the dorm.
“Sully. I waited long enough.” Those hypnotizing pools are looking straight into mine now, heavy and imposing.
Michael was right about this, too. Are all psychopaths the same? No, I don’t think so. These are a special brand.
Ezra’s mouth is suddenly on mine, hot and merciless, in complete control. I open for him when his tongue pushes in, tasting me, teasing me. He’s leading me where he wants, showing me how to please and obey him.
When he breaks the kiss, and I open my eyes again, Ezra’s are glowing, and his expression is set. “So beautiful,” he whispers, with the same unwavering surety he always has. In this moment I truly feel beautiful without a single fear.
His hand is splayed over my ass, rubbing in slow circles.
“I’ll move in with you,” I hear myself saying.
I don’t want to see anything else but him, want to use his rich scent and strong body to make me forget the rest of the world.
Soon, my eyelids begin to feel heavy. A thought forms before darkness sucks me in.
I love him. From the moment his soul whispered mine.