“Add another finger.” I lean in close, so our lips are a breath apart while I speak to her in a low, gruff tone. Ezra obediently complies and slides her middle finger in, her lips part, gasping at the feeling of her pussy being stretched and filled. “Deeper. I want you knuckle-deep, pretty girl. When you thrust, scissor your fingers, widen that delectably tight pussy for me, sweetheart. Picture my cock sliding deep inside you, stretching you out so much that it burns, but it feels so fucking good that you can’t get enough.” Ezra pants, eyes closed, face flushed as she thrusts hard and deep. I ghost my lips over hers, fucking raring to kiss the air right out of her.
“Show me how you want to be fucked, Ezra.” And she does. Wildly, her hips rolling up off the bed to meet the frantic plunges of her fingers. “Fucking hell, Ezra, if you could only see how insanely gorgeous you look right now.”
“Oh shit, God yes.” Ezra whimpers, biting her lip hard. Her head goes back, and she arches up, toes curling as she soars toward her climax.
“Slow down, sweetheart, press against your g-spot; rub your fingers against it while your thumb strokes your clit and shatter for me, baby.” Ezra follows my instructions and slows her fervid plunges to a slow stroking motion.
My eyes glued to her, my mouth goes dry when her eyes roll to the back of her head, she sucks in a sharp breath, and I know she’s at that brink where she’s about to go plunging into a spiral of mind-blowing, soul-shattering ecstasy. Ezra comes slow, but so hard her body convulses with every pulse strumming through her body. And my favorite part, she screams my name so loud I’m sure the person staffing the reception heard her.
“Oh yes, yes, Damien!” My cock pulses and throbs painfully, so much so that I can’t resist the urge to grind myself roughly against my palm in an attempt to ease some of the tortuous aches.
Fuck me.
I want her…savagely.
I intend to carve my name deep inside her, ruining her for every man that has the nerve even to consider taking her after me.