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Another bite arches my back more, the wet heat of his tongue laving the sting.
“Open up,” he murmurs against my breast, the stubble on his jaw a rough scrape against sensitive, taut flesh.
I shake my head, rebelling against what he wants. Ezra grins, another masculine growl crawling up his throat as he thrusts two long fingers inside me, his shoulder pushing against my bent knees until they’re shoved against my chest.
“I think we both know what happens when you don’t give me what I want.”
Soft laughter, his hand pumping idly, a tease of what he knows I want, a slow priming that plucks at all the right strings.
Still, I resist. I attempt to tell myself I can hold out. I ignore the way his stubbled cheek runs slowly down the outside of my thigh, my inner muscles clenching tight in demand of more.
“You know I love it when you fight.”
Releasing my wrists and pulling his fingers out, he fists his hand into my hair and tugs my upper body up. I’m being directed onto my knees, my legs moving quickly to hold my weight, his mouth crashing against mine, demanding my lips to part.
And it burns, my scalp on fire from how tight he holds my hair, the violence of it drifting down my body to ignite all the places that need him.
A hand on my lower back yanks me against him, his teeth punishing my bottom lip when they sink down.
His voice is a gritty command against my mouth. “Open up, Em. This is the last time I’ll ask.”
I clench my thighs together and shake my head, even against the tight hold he has on my hair, even knowing it won’t stop him. I rebel to awaken the part of him that gives me no choice.
“Fuck, beautiful, you drive me crazy.”
Our foreheads press together, my gaze drifting down to where he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs.
Gripping his cock, he pumps slowly, the head glistening with precum, the skin tight and deep red as he strokes the thick shaft.
My eyes lift to meet his, and what I see is feral.
“Warned you.”
My eyes round as he forces me down until I’m on hands and knees, the head of his cock pressed against my lips until I open, and he sinks inside my mouth. I stretch my jaw wider, my tongue running along the bottom of the shaft as my lips close around him.
His fingers don’t loosen their hold on my hair, his hips beginning their dance as he fucks my face to take what I wouldn’t give him between my legs.
I don’t mind at all.
In this way, I drive him crazy, my back arching, my ass in the air, my fingers fisting the sheets beneath me as he grunts his pleasure above my head.
“Fuck, Em, just like that. Damn it.”
His hips buck harder, a tear slipping free of my eye, not from sorrow but from the struggle it is to breathe around how full my mouth is. I’m all spit and teeth, tongue and lips, and he’s attempting to control himself, but failing miserably at the effort.
There is no control when he gets like this, and it’s exactly how I want him.
Fingernails scrape up my spine, the slight burn only making me wetter, the beast I know hides behind this man’s cold fury rising to the surface.
He’s close, so damn close to coming that he pulls out of my mouth and lifts me back to my knees to taste himself on my tongue. His body moves as he kicks the jeans from his legs, the kiss broken when he flips me over and shoves my body down until I’m practically bowing.
When he drops to his knees behind me, the heat of his mouth covering my pussy, I moan into the mattress, my body jerking with every nip of his teeth, every slide of his tongue, the press of his nose against wet, swollen flesh as he breathes me in.
Yet my knees are still together. I haven’t opened for him once and he still has the ability to drive me over a sensual edge.
Just when he has me shivering at the precipice of a release, he stops, his slick lips sliding down the back of my thigh, his teeth biting down to mark me again as his hand slaps my hip.
“Open.”