11. Nothing Sweeter Than the Sound of Her Surrender
11
NOTHING SWEETER THAN THE SOUND OF HER SURRENDER
EZRA
I’ve snapped a man’s neck with less effort than it takes for her to admit she likes me.
That doesn’t change the fact that she does—doesn’t change the fact that her body fucking sings for me.
There’s nothing sweeter than the sound of her surrender. Nothing more addicting than the way she melts when I show her exactly who she belongs to.
She clings to my body like it’s her lifeline as I carry her to the bedroom. I’m not ready for this to end.
Not now.
Not ever.
There’s a strong possibility that tomorrow she’ll come to her senses. I fully intend on keeping her cum drunk for the remainder of the evening.
When I lay her on the bed and position myself over her, she blinks up at me like she may be coming to her senses now .
She opens her mouth to speak, but before any words come out, I take it as another opportunity to shove my tongue down her throat.
She grunts like she isn’t going to relent, but when I run my hand up her ribcage, cup her tit, and twist her hard nipple between my fingers, she melts beneath me again and meets my tongue stroke for stroke.
My cock is already hard again.
When is it fucking not where she’s involved?
I grind myself against her pussy.
She twitches.
Shudders.
She’s sensitive from her first orgasm and I wonder if the feeling of my cum dripping out of her does the same thing to her that it does to me.
She feels so good against me like this, and I know I can make her come again without changing a single fucking thing about what I’m doing.
I slide my thick cock back and forth through the lips of her pussy, slowly at first, the fervency of our kiss matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
When I increase the pace and pressure of my movements, I think I might be able to come again like this, too.
“God, you fuck me up,” I say against her lips. “Every single fucking part of this tight little body.”
She likes when I talk to her. Always has. I don’t know if it’s my words or the sound of my voice or a mixture of the two, but I can always shove her over the edge a little faster when I talk her through it.
“You’re so good at taking anything I want to give you, aren’t you?”
Her body twitches and she squeezes her eyes closed.
I pause my movements and grip her face in my hand, squeezing just enough that she opens her eyes. She makes a needy sound of protest, attempting to buck her hips against me, seeking the friction of my cock against her clit again.
“More?” I ask, and she nods. I grind against her again. “Then I need you to keep your eyes on me, baby. Can you do that?”
She nods again, more intently this time.
“That’s my good girl.”
I begin to move again, with the exact pace and pressure I know will send her careening.
“Come for me, Kruz.” She shakes, releasing a moan into my mouth and I swallow it whole. “That’s it, morte mea. You’re doing such a good job.”
Precum drips from my cock, already painfully hard again, as I grind her over the edge. I don’t stop until she’s scrambling from beneath me, trying to move away because it’s too fucking much for her sensitive little pussy.
The reprieve I give her is short lived. She’s barely caught her breath by the time I’ve taken my clothes off. I’m standing at the end of bed when I grab her by the ankles and pull her to the edge.
Her chest is heaving, even more so when I grip the sides of her— my —shirt in each and and rip it right down the middle.
“ Ezra! ” Her mouth gapes open. “You do realize we have a limited availability of clothing here with us?”
I smirk down at her, massaging my way up her thighs. “I would be completely fine with you not wearing clothes at all while we’re indoors.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but I don’t give her the opportunity. I run my hand up the front of her body and wrap my fingers around her throat, squeezing just enough that her eyes glaze over in that way I love.
Just like that, she’s back in the headspace I wish I could keep her in at all times; pliant, looking at me like I’m her entire universe.
She’s for sure fucking mine.
“On your stomach, pretty girl.”
I release her and she sucks in a breath, flipping onto her stomach so fucking fast.
If only she’d listen to everything I tell her this well.
I curl my fingers around her hip bones and hinge her body there. She tips her face to the side to look back at me and stretches her arms out above her head like a cat.
My pliant little kitten.
She’s beautiful like this, and there are three words teetering on the tip of my tongue that I can’t say out loud. I know if I do it will ruin whatever is happening between us right now.
So instead I thread my fingers through her curly hair and fist it at the root, lining my cock up with her drenched pussy and shoving my way inside.
The force of my first thrust takes her breath. I stay there for a moment, fully seated and not moving as I give her a chance to adjust to my size at this angle.
When she wiggles her ass, silently begging me to move, I bring my hand down hard on her ass.
She groans at the impact and her pussy squeezes me so fucking tight I feel like I might combust on the spot, so I do it again.
I massage her ass cheek. It’s red and angry and the sight of my mark on her fucks me all the way up.
I pound into her, relentless. All I want is to fill her to the fucking brim and watch it drip out of her pussy onto the sheets.
Just picturing the image in my mind has me spilling into her again.
I come so hard my legs go temporarily numb, and my vision goes hazy around the edges.
She takes every drop and I stay inside her, half hard, when I slip my hand between her thighs and make her come again.
Her pussy flutters around my cock in next to no time at all, and all I can think is how those three orgasms might make her sleep long enough for me to hold her through the night without her waking up to try and distance herself from me again.