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I squirm. This is not as pleasant as his tongue. But I wasn’t lying when I said I trust him, so I breathe through it. He strokes my hole, pushing and pulling, probing gently. More pressure comes.

“Two fingers now.”

I bear down again. I want them. I want more of him in me. When they enter, I gasp and grip his sides.

He stops. “Too much?”

“Nnn —” I moan, words lost. They’rethick, stretching me open. I feel vulnerable skewered on him. My mouth seeks his blindly, and when I reach his lips I sigh in relief and push back on his fingers at the same time.

He gets the message.

His fingers start to move, sliding in and out of my hole. Sparks erupt down my spine and moans spill from my lips.This.This is what I needed. Ezra pants against my cheek, and I feel his cock pushing into my hip. He rocks it against mine.

“So hot,” he gasps. “And tight. I don’t know if I’ll fit. Fuck. I could come like this instead, just…" His hips jerk. “Could put my cock in next to yours. Would you be into that? My come inside your slit.”

I can’t help the moan that bursts out of me at the thought of his cock sliding between the folds, filling it up. But I want more.

“Need your seed in me,” I beg him. “Please. Use your cock now.”

“Lys,” Ezra groans.

His fingers disappear. I writhe against him, seeking more friction, but he takes hold of my thigh and lifts my leg to expose me completely, crushing my wings into the bed. The blindfold sweeps away my insecurities. I arch toward him and try to project willingness.

“You’re all blue,” he murmurs. “Let’s try it. Just a bit. Otherwise I’m gonna come all over your gorgeous cock, the way you’re squirming.”

The force in his voice thrills me. The bed dips and he takes my hand, making me cup my own thigh.

“Hold yourself open.”

I obey. His hand goes between my legs and his knuckles brush my inner thigh. Then something is pressing at my entrance — something big and hot, much bigger and hotter than his fingers. Obediently, I push back.

Eagerly.

Without any resistance, his cock slips in.

My chest bursts with butterflies.He’s inside me. I did it.Tingles race up and down my body. Ezra freezes. His breath catches and his hand flattens against my leg. I feel it tremble.

“You’re tight,” he whispers.

I reach for him. “It’s good.”

Slowly, he pushes deeper. It’s like the air in my lungs is being pushed out to make room for him. Like my body is rearranging around him. I swallow deeply around the stone building in my throat. His hot breath stutters over my face. I’m pinned, violated,seen.

“I’m all the way in,” he finally pants, and my body thrums. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.”

My hips move of their own volition, testing out this thing inside me, luxuriating in the immensity. Ezra’s cry makes me growl in victory.I made him do that.I roll my hips again. I’m stuffed, stretched. And then Ezra’s hands are on my waist and he’s holding me down, his cock moving inside me in a rhythm that builds a howl in my chest. Sparks burst. My chest tightens.

“Look at that,” he gasps. “Your hole is pulling me in. I’m not gonna last long.”

I’m barely able to hold my legs open as my brain melts out of my ears.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Spill in me. Put your seed inside.”

“I want you to come on my cock, baby. Can you do that?”

I don’t think I could stop myself. Every thrust wrings a new noise from my throat. Lightning strikes in clusters, energy building in my core, Ezra’s cock growing unimaginably bigger and more powerful, giving me something I didn’t know I needed. His thrusts turn erratic, his soft sac cushioning my ass as he buries himself with a cry.