Chapter 29
Twenty Nine
Kaeli
“Hey, where’d you go?” Ezra’s soft but raspy voice pierces the fog of my thoughts as he tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind my ear.
This is the kind of softness I don’t expect from him, and the more that he unveils this side of himself, the more it scares me.
Yet, it is all I crave. He is all I crave.
But he can’t know that. Because what if this is all an act, and the second we sleep together, he would leave and revert to the cold person he was to me. At least, if I keep myself prepared, it won’t hurt as much when he finally does.
People use you and then leave without a second thought. That’s what my past experiences and relationships have taught me, and I’ve no way of knowing that he won’t do the same.
He speaks again. I blink my eyes to clear the haze, and his face materializes. Caressing his jaw with the pad of my thumb, I give him a timid smile. “Nowhere.”
“You’re lying. Do you not want this?” he questions as he begins to get up, unease marring his features.
My hands jerk forward, and I wrap them around his waist, holding him in place above me. “No, I want it! I need you inside me, right now.”
His body relaxes, and he grins, “Good girl.” He scrambles from the bed in a hurry and puts on his clothes.
Confused, I peer at him, propping myself on my elbows. “What…Where are you going?”
“To get a condom. Stay right where you are, Kaeli. Don’t move!” he orders me as he hops on his foot, struggling to get the other in his shorts.
Once done, he sprints out of the room, but not before turning and reminding me in a tone too serious for me to handle, “I mean it, Kaeli, don’t you move.”
The second I hear my front door shut, I burst into a fit of giggles and lie flat on my back, wondering how we ended up here, from wanting to kill each other to dying without receiving the pleasure only the other could provide.
He’s not gone even for five minutes before I hear my front door burst open. I tilt my head only to find a panting Ezra leaning against the bedroom door. “Did you run back?”
“What do you think?” he huffs, plopping down on the edge of the bed. “Got it from the pharmacy down the road.”
Getting on my knees, I skitter behind him and grab the hem of his t-shirt to take it off. And he doesn’t waste a single second and lets me.
I drop open-mouthed kisses on his shoulders and the corded muscles of his neck, making him hum in satisfaction. Wrapping my hands around him, I pull at his tight nipple, and his breath hitches in surprise.
He doesn’t stop me and leans back against me, while I continue my ministration and kiss, suck, bite, and lick his sweaty skin, assaulting it, marking it.
I don’t think he cares about the marks that will be adorning him tomorrow. And that alone is enough to make my heart race.
Done letting me take control, he pulls me in front and deposits me on his lap, my knees on both sides of him. We kiss like it’s the first and last time, my hips finding a rhythm over his clothed boner as it presses into my naked core.
He pulls away and halts my movements. “This time, I’d rather come in your delicious cunt than in my pants,” he mutters with a smirk, making heat creep up my spine.
His eyes then fall to his jacket, which I’m wearing. “Fuck, you look better in it than I ever did. Especially with nothing underneath.”
Wrapping my hands around his neck and playing with the hair at his nape, I roll my eyes at him. “Of course, you’d say that. You’re such a man.”
Ezra’s eyebrow arches as he deadpans, “And thank God for that. Otherwise, I’d have to spend my entire life devoid of the experience of ever being inside this greedy cunt.” He cups my pussy and squeezes it, making me elicit a gasp.
“Talking of being inside, can we please have sex before I become one with the same God who made me a man?” he groans with frustration.
“Yes, please,” I whimper as his hand continues pressing my pussy with the heel of his palm.
Grabbing my waist with both hands, he again throws me on the bed, making me choke on my breath in shock. “Do that again, and I swear I’ll chop your balls off,” I grit at him for startling me.
The bastard smirks. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Feather.”
“What’s good about chopping your balls, asshole?”
“You anywhere near my balls, dick or ass equals good time, Kaeli.” I throw a pillow at him, which he easily dodges with a hoarse laugh.
He takes off every piece of clothing from his body.
Then finally, finally, I have the life-defining, earth-shattering, mind-numbing moment where I see his cock for the first time as it bobs against his stomach and leaks precum.
My jaw falls open, and words elude me as I gape unabashedly at the most beautiful and biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Not even porn compares. My breath hitches when the palm of his big, veiny hand encircles the engorged length, and he gives it the slowest pump in history.
Or maybe it’s just my brain that’s taking a little too long to catch up, because how the fuck will he fit inside me? That cock is going to tear my pussy apart.
As if he’s reading my mind, he whispers in his sinful voice, “Don’t worry, Feather. We’ll make my cock fit in your snug little cunt.”
My thighs clench shut at his words and rub together, squeezing around empty air.
“You’ll let me fuck you, won’t you, Kaeli?
” I nod on an audible gulp. “That’s my good girl.
Now, as much as I like seeing you in my jacket, I’d love to see you naked.
So, be a good girl for me once more and strip, Kaeli,” he commands, and the low baritone and dominance in his voice leave no room for objection.
Entranced by the power he exudes, I sit up straight and unzip his jacket. The opening of the last teeth of his zipper is like a whip cracking in the air, it’s like a thunderbolt in the sky, it’s like an ominous fucking sound, portending destruction, ruin, and wreckage. Of my pussy and my heart.
Sheathing his dick in rubber while I throw the jacket and everything down to my bra somewhere in the room, he walks and leans over me. His gaze eating up every inch of my exposed skin and pebbled nipples.
“Fuck, your tits are gorgeous.” Ezra licks my areola and sucks my nipple in his mouth, his hand fondling my other breast as I turn into a moaning mess.
His cock rubs against my pussy without once going in. He’s enjoying teasing me too much for a man who was desperate to be inside me a minute ago. His mouth and hand alternate between my breasts as my walls continue to clench around nothing and still get wetter and wetter by the second.
When he finally proves to be too much and not enough for me at the same time, I yank his head back and snarl, “Fuck me before I change my mind, Ezra.”
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that, all pouty, angry, and starved.” He nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck.
Just like he does everything, he thrust his big, hard cock in my pussy in one fast stroke without warning. My mouth falls open in a gasp as a whimper follows from not just me but him.
I didn’t think a man whimpering could sound so fucking erotic, but he does, and I think it makes me come a little.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hisses, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel his heart thundering against mine.
“It hurts,” I cry, my hold on him tightening as my nails scratch his back. It feels like his cock is spearing right through me, tearing me apart.
“I know, Feather. I know, I’m sorry. It’ll be okay in a few seconds,” he grunts against my lips as his tongue dives into my mouth to distract me, while he gives my pussy time to accommodate his monstrous cock.
A few seconds later, the pain subsides and gives way to pleasure. Patting his back, I encourage him to move. He starts slow. Pulling his cock out all the way and thrusting in entirely. The cry of my pain turns to loud moans and screams.
His dick glides smoothly because of how wet he makes me. Pressing his forehead against mine, and heaving hard, his thrusts turn hard and fast.
The soft moment evolves into one of animal and primal need as he ruts into me, chasing his release, and I move my hips in tandem with his, chasing mine.
The only sound in the room is of our wet skins slapping against one another and our moans as they threaten to scream the house down.
I feel his cock deeper in my belly with every thrust as the pressure to release builds and builds.
Wanting to see how we look, I tilt my head, and he has the same thought because he pulls to look down. Seeing his cock sliding in and out as my cum connects us makes me whimper as he groans in satisfaction at the erotic display of our bodies.
“I’m coming…” I moan as I feel myself reaching the high I’ve been chasing.
His words spoken against the shell of my ear are the final stroke. “Let go for me, Feather. Detonate.” And detonate I do with a cry that I’m sure my neighbors could hear.
My body convulses with the effect of how hard I come, my nails raking down his back deep enough to sting, leaving burning trails that would mark him for days.
Yet, he doesn’t let up and keeps thrusting erratically, making me ride my high, and soon I’m coming once again.
I can hear the lewd and sexy squelching noise as he glides in and out of me with how much I’ve come. And the image of us alone pushes me to one more release. “Give me one more, Feather,” Ezra heaves over me as if reading my mind twice in one night.
“I can’t, ahh,” I moan, my pussy overstimulated.
Planting a messy and wet kiss along my lips, he consoles me, “You can do it. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I agree to just hear him praise me even though I don’t think it’s possible.
He makes it so by pressing and flicking my clit with his thumb as he pistons his hips into mine, the bed quaking with the blunt force of it.
This time, his muscles tense too as he climaxes alongside me and chases his release with a guttural roar. I didn’t think he could sound any sexier, but then he goes ahead and does me dirty.
Sweat from his brow drips on mine as we both shudder with aftershocks. Soon, the only sound in the room is our short and heavy breathing as his hands give out and his body goes lax on me. The weight warm and delicious over me as I wrap him in a hug that is so unlike me.
We stay like that in the peaceful silence for long after, him above me–though I’m sure he’s keeping some of his weight off me–and still connected with his cock inside of me, filling me entirely.
With much effort, he slides off me with a groan, and the moment his dick slides out of me, my pussy feels empty as it clenches around empty air, trying its hardest to keep him snuggled in.
In all his naked glory, he saunters inside the adjoining bathroom. I attempt to wait for him, but my eyelids feel heavy, and it proves too difficult to keep them open. I don’t know how long he takes, but I feel him cleaning me with a warm washcloth.
He lightly jostles me, but my foggy brain can’t comprehend it, though I hear him say, “Get up, Feather. You need to pee, and then you can sleep.”
I groan and turn on the bed. With a sigh, he picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, and makes me sit on the toilet seat.
My muddled brain hears him produce a sssss sound. It does the trick because I empty my bladder a few seconds later, my forehead pressed against his corded abs.
I clean myself and mumble a whiny, “Done.”
He picks me up with a chuckle and takes me to bed. Somewhere in my mind, I know he’ll leave, so I tell him to do so before he voices it himself.
By the time I’m under my blanket, I’m out cold with no sense of my surroundings.
After being fucked within an inch of my life, I sleep like the dead.