Chapter 29
Ezra
I was one lucky son of a bitch.
Rani let me fuck her throat, eyes glazed over with desire.
Her mouth was damp, hot, and made for such a smooth glide.
Gods. If I weren’t careful, this whole thing would be over in a matter of minutes.
I felt myself grow impossibly harder as her throat closed around the head of my cock.
The sounds we made together… they threatened to send me over the edge.
A tremor went through my lower back, and my balls tightened, but I couldn’t stop moving my hips.
Not even if a djinn appeared right now with a Polaroid camera and handcuffs.
Dammit. Kinky thoughts weren’t helping. The trust Rani had to let me do this was addictive.
When her eyes became unfocused and her hands slammed onto my thighs, nails digging in, I pulled out.
Barely. If this girl didn’t need oxygen on land the same way she didn’t underwater, I never would have left her mouth. She gasped and gulped down air, a trail of spit strung between her mouth and my cock. Swaying, only my grip on her hair kept her upright.
“Breathe for me, baby,” I commanded, dipping down to check that she was all right.
When I knew for sure she was only dazed, I scooped her up and spun to lay her on the bed. Pulling her down until just her ass was on the edge, I knelt and licked a stripe from her damp little hole all the way up to her clit. That got her breathing—one full, giant gasp.
She was soaked, and didn’t that just fill me with pride. I wanted to make a sign. No, a billboard that told the world how my bond liked taking me; liked taking my dick as far into her as it would go just because it pleased me. Such a perfect, dirty girl.
I rewarded her with tongue and lips and teeth and delighted in the shudders that went through her.
The mewling . She tried closing her legs, but I clamped down on her thighs and spread her further, not letting her escape.
Sorry, not sorry, baby. Small tremors shook her body, and a fresh wave of release flooded my tongue.
I’d barely even started, and I was far from done. She tasted like ambrosia; like my favorite dessert. All sugar and sweet, and it left me with a craving for more.
Flattening my tongue to a point, I used it to flick at her clit as I eased two fingers into her.
“Too much,” she whimpered, trying to push my head away.
Poor innocent siren, I was just getting started.
Securing both wrists to her belly, I used that same arm over the top of her thighs to hold her in place and slid my fingers back in.
It was a tight fit—three this time—enough that she squealed.
I stilled for a moment, until she settled, then worked those fingers in and out. Curling them rapidly.
Her walls squeezed hard against me, and I ignored how her thighs gripped my head.
“Ez,” she whined, her entire body quaking in response to how I devoured her. “Ez, please.”
I flicked her clit with my tongue. Circled.
Sucked. Rani was chanting my name, every muscle tense as she came.
I didn’t let up. I pressed my fingers harder, putting more pressure against that one spot inside her until another orgasm crashed over the first, stealing her strength until she melted into the mattress.
“So good for me,” I praised, licking her from my hand like icing. “Look at how much you came.”
I blew on her to emphasize, and she swatted me away with a growl. I chuckled. It was good to know there was still some sass in her; she was going to need it. Her endurance we could work on, but that inner fire wasn’t something I could teach.
Grabbing her waist, I flipped her onto her stomach and supported her hips with a pillow I pulled from further up the bed. Then I adjusted her knees, since she didn’t have the strength to, until they were bent onto the mattress, securing her in the perfect position.
“So pretty like this; open and ready.”
My hand stroked down her spine, then spread her cheeks.
She didn’t even squirm this time. Maybe multiple orgasms were the way to counter our future arguments.
It definitely tamed that wildness. My thumb dipped down to draw some of her slickness up, where I worked it into the tight rosebud presented to me.
Pressing my thumb inside, I reached over to grab lube and a condom from the nightstand.
The lube was a must, even if my size wasn’t already a concern.
I applied it generously to her spread ass, then tossed it on the bed.
My thumb traded out for my forefinger, and once that moved with ease, a second digit joined the first. It was an erotic sight, watching part of me disappear into such a taboo place.
And the fact that she enjoyed it too? I stifled a groan as she writhed under my ministration. She tried to crawl away when I reached between her legs again, but my fingers hooked in her ass and kept her there.
“I know it's sensitive, baby.” I slid a finger over her clit. “Don’t fight it.”
Of course, she didn’t listen; orgasms were only going to keep her well-behaved for so long before that fire in her burned right through compliance and straight back into rebellion.
“I need you,” Rani keened, wiggling her ass to get my attention.
“You have me.”
She wiggled again with a growl. “Inside me, Ezra. Now .”
I was already rolling the condom on; my patience was as short as hers.
“It’s a good thing I love when you try to be bossy,” I countered.
Lining up, I pushed inside her drenched pussy and had to bite my lip to keep from losing myself to the sensation. The suctioning pressure on the head of my dick was indescribable. I made sure she came so many times that she couldn’t tense, but she was still tight.
“Arch into me,” I instructed, voice strained.
She whimpered and shook her head, too lost to the feel of me fighting to get inside her to do anything but take it.
Swift as an asp, I pinched her sensitive clit, and her hips jerked back like I wanted, allowing me to slide in deep.
I couldn’t hold back my groan this time, not as I felt her walls parting to accommodate me.
Not when it took every ounce of my control to not slam into her over and over until both of us broke apart.
Rani
My fingers gripped the sheets so fiercely my knuckles were white. It felt like I was splitting in half. Fuck, that dildo was nothing compared to the real thing. I’d never been more wet, yet somehow I was still. Too. Tight. When Ezra finally stopped, I Iet out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, baby,” he tsked. “It’s not even all the way in yet.”
Holyfuckingshit. He’sgoingtobreakme.
He moved in shallow thrusts, trying to gently work his way inside, and my vagina was forever grateful.
I winced into the sheets a few times until Ezra’s fingers began to manipulate me again.
Sensitivity be damned—whatever brought back the feel good tingles, I was all for it.
Up and over, around and around, my clit jolted back to life with a static pleasure that nearly hurt.
“There we go, good girl,” he coaxed, pushing deeper. “You’re taking me so well.”
The stretch was nearly too much to bear, and it didn’t take long before he was nestled as far as he could go, filling me up.
Time slowed as my pulse roared in my ears.
Heart pounding, there was only Ezra and the burning pressure of him inside me.
Even my chest was on fire, an out-of-control inferno that smothered my oxygen with each thrust.
He hit deep, sending electricity up my spine with each hard jut of his hips. His movements were smooth now. Steady. Constant . Muscles tightened, and spots danced before my eyes. Ezra’s fingers strummed over me, light, and when my breath hitched, then harder, faster.
A familiar tremor began somewhere deep in my core as his length dragged against that hidden spot only he could reach. There was no stopping my moans. Incoherent, that’s what I was.
Ezra slowed his rhythm, and I wanted to scream. I did.
“No!” I cried, pushing back to try and impale myself on him. I was almost there! The fucking asshole.
He pulled back slowly, drawing his long, thick cock almost all the way out. “Let’s see how long you can go without making a noise.”
“I don’t want to play , Ezra! I want to— ah! ”
He plunged back inside, against sensitive tissues, and I all but shrieked.
Ezra laughed. “You’re not very good at this game.”
No-fucking-duh. I was three seconds away from combusting, of course, I couldn’t shut up about it. His strokes turned long and hard, and all too soon, I was mumbling. Begging. Fire exploded in my veins as I came, squeezing his cock as he continued to thrust inside me.
He never stopped his fingers, helping to drag out my release.
Just when I thought he lied about witches having a magic dick, he jerked hard and buried himself to the hilt, losing himself to the same pleasure trying to drown me.
I felt it then. Like shockwaves rippling out of him to slam into my soul.
I shattered. Splintered. Yet, I wasn’t lost. Ezra collected all those pieces and gathered them within himself.
Fragments of him settled in my chest, filling the new voids until neither one of us was complete without the other.
He was draped over my back, cock still rock hard inside me but it was surprisingly comfortable.
I could sleep just like this. For a week.
We’re not done.
Did he just—?
“Did you just say that in my head?”
His chest shook with what I assumed was laughter; even I thought the idea sounded stupid.
Perks of completing the bond, remember?
I wasn’t crazy. I wondered if it went both ways?
If you can hear me in your head, does that mean your cock can hear me, too? If not, please tell him to get smaller already. I’m sore.