But that was as fast as he got. The moment he had me where he wanted me, he slowed down to an almost sloth-like pace.

His mouth was everywhere, though.

On my breast, trailing up the middle of my chest, sucking on my collarbone. On the curve of my mouth.

I groaned and thrust my hands into his hair, needing something, anything to hold onto.

He growled as I pulled, but he didn’t stop me.

Oh, no.

Not Ezra.

Apparently, he enjoyed the sting of pain. I knew that not because of his body language, or his sign of satisfaction, but because of his mouth opening and him flat out telling me.

“Yes,” he hissed. “Put your legs around my hips, grind your pussy up into me while you pull my hair.”

And suddenly, just like that, I felt like I could do this.

The nerves were gone.

The insecurity, and the fear.

I did exactly as he instructed, wrapping my legs around his trim waist, and lifting myself up to tease him with my pussy.

His hard, hot cock slid in between my pussy lips, and he started to rock back and forth, coating the length of his dick in my excitement.

“Do you want my cock, Raleigh?” he teased.

Did I want his cock? Did he think I was stupid? Of course, I wanted it!

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you inside of me.”

He shifted so that his cock was rubbing deliciously over every square inch of my lips.

“Are you on birth control?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

The timid word was met with a groan of approval.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he rasped against my throat, reaching one hand down to pluck at my distended nipple.

Not as long as I have, I thought morosely.

A boom of thunder sounded overhead, followed shortly by a crack of something falling outside.

But I didn’t care—couldn’t care—because I felt his cock pull back through my folds, and then get lodged at the entrance of my pussy.

I opened my eyes, wanting to see his face when he entered me and got rewarded with his eyes pinned to mine.

“Ready, baby?” he questioned.

I nodded, my throat too full of excitement to speak.

He started to push, and my entrance promptly protested.

“Reach between us with both hands and spread your pussy lips,” he ordered.

Biting my lip, I reluctantly let go of his hair and slid my hands down between our abdomens, not missing the fact that everywhere my touch had been goosebumps followed.

The minute I got to where we were connected, I had a sudden burst of adrenaline shoot through me.

We were about to do this.

I was about to have Ezra McDuff’s big penis inside of me.

Holy. Shit.

I pulled my pussy lips apart, and he sank a quarter inch inside, causing us both to freeze.

Something momentous passed in between us then, but before either one of us could examine it for more than a few seconds, my pussy rippled around what little he had inside of me, causing him to groan.

With his eyes still connected with mine, he pushed inside.

I’d expected pain, but there wasn’t any.

Discomfort, yes. Pain, no.

The moment that he started to fill me, other things started to cloud my judgment—like how good he felt with only half of his cock inside of me. Or, possibly it could’ve been the way he was staring at me so intently that I felt not only stripped physically bare but mentally as well.

I licked my lips, and his gaze moved down to my mouth.

After a short hesitation, his arms bulged as he came down, being sure to put almost zero pressure on me, keeping every bit of his weight on his arms, he kissed me.

He kissed me so thoroughly that when he finally let me up for air, I was gasping for breath, which was just as well seeing as while I was temporarily distracted, he thrust forward and gave me every single bit of his length.

The cry of pleasure that left me almost boneless left my throat, and soon I felt his balls pressed up against my ass.

Our breathing was ragged, but mostly it was the way my chest was puffing like a freight train that had his gaze shifting from excitement to worry.

“Are you okay?” he murmured, lips brushing my cheek.

I nodded, loving the way his whiskers rubbed against my cheek. “More than okay…if you’d only move.”

He chuckled, pulling his hips back slightly, only to thrust back forward again, filling me before I could truly miss his departure.

“You feel like heaven wrapped around me.” He ran one finger from my chest up to my hair, burying his fist in the now-knotted strands.

Another boom of thunder shook our small hideout, but that didn’t stop him from moving into a rhythm.

Both of us were cramped. My head was up against the soap holder, and I could see his leg extended out beyond the back of the toilet, but neither one of us seemed to care.

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