Page 13 of Tarnished Hands (Chained Hearts Duet #7)

Chapter Thirteen

PIPER

E zra takes my vibrator from my hand, but doesn’t turn it off.

Instead, he kneels in front of me and pushes my legs farther apart before his mouth comes down on me.

I let a moan slip from my lips as he licks over my most sensitive part.

Dropping my head back, I feel the buzz of my vibrator before he slides it straight into me while his mouth sucks and bites my clit, making me squirm, and making a mess on my kitchen counter.

I won’t be able to cook here without thinking of this again.

Son of a bitch .

He pushes the toy farther in, his tongue hot and heavy as he swirls it around my clit, and that’s all it takes.

My body shudders, vision blurring at the edges.

I can’t think, can’t breathe, I can only feel when sensations rush me at once, fast and ruthless.

My arms can barely keep me up as it hits me like a tidal wave.

He stands and grabs me with both hands, sliding me to him like I’m a rag doll.

My hands fall to the countertop to brace myself, my ass is hanging half off the ledge, but I don’t care, especially when I feel him at my entrance.

“Now, you will come again,” he whispers into my ear before he bites it, tilts my hips and thrusts his cock straight into me.

He’s so big that he takes up so much room, I feel almost overly full, and then his hips start to piston into me, and just like that, I come back to life when another orgasm begins to build.

How, I don’t even know.

But it does.

He moves like a starved man, like he’s claiming every part of me that he cannot get enough of. That he has been denied and now won’t give up for anything. It’s rough, hard. One hand pulls my hair, and the other almost bruises my hip.

But once again, I couldn’t care less.

It feels so good to be fucked by him.

“I love it when that cunt squeezes me like a good girl,” he says, and I feel it too, the way I can’t help it. I’m about to come again, and he’s just here fucking me like it’s nobody’s business, as if my pussy was made especially for him.

“Ezra.”

“Yes, hell kitten?” he whispers into my ear before he bites it.

“I’m about to come.”

“Good,” is all he says before his hips move faster. He brings me to the breaking point, then stops, chuckles in my ear, and does it all over again.

And then, I finally come once more. And this time, I’m unable to move.

My body is so exhausted and happy that I could literally pass out right now.

He comes right after me and pulls out, stepping back.

Making sure to keep a hold of me, he reaches behind me, and then I feel something cold on my vagina.

He wipes me clean with a wet cloth and then drops it before he lifts me.

“You so better not have used my dishcloth for that,” I grumble.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I can buy my own.” I feel him chuckle as I rest my head on his shoulder while he carries me to the bedroom.

When we enter, he doesn’t bother turning on the light.

He simply lays me down and climbs in right behind me, grabbing my leg and draping it over his thigh.

And before I can even protest that I told him he can’t sleep here, he kisses my shoulder and slides straight back into me. I gasp and arch back against him.

“Oh, kitten. How much your cunt loves my cock is amazing.” Ezra moves slower this time, so slow that it’s absolute, pleasurable torture.

“You have a foul mouth,” I whisper.

“You love my mouth.”

I do. I really, really do.

His tempo is smooth and perfect. Ezra keeps that rhythm until I reach behind me and grip him. He gets the hint and moves faster. I gasp when I feel it hit me. All at once, my orgasm rips through me like a damn freight train.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out. Then he pushes in deeper a few more times before he pulls out, and I feel stickiness all over my ass.

“Did you just come on my ass?”

“Yes. Now we have to shower.”

“My pussy will be sore. Not sure if I can handle fucking in there too,” I comment, climbing off the bed.

When I look back, Ezra’s watching me, his cock still semi-hard, as I make my way to the bathroom.

“You stay there. You can shower after I’m done.

” I glance over my shoulder to find him giving me that smirk before I crank my shower on and get in.

I clean myself up and wrap a towel around myself.

When I’m done, I walk back out to find him passed out in my bed.

His cock still has evidence of me on it.

Removing my towel, I wipe him down. His eyes flutter before he reaches up and pulls me to him.

He hugs me, and a soft snore leaves his throat just as I open my mouth to wake him, so I can tell him to let me go—because he needs to go.

I try to push away, but his arms are banded tightly around me. Giving up, I lay my head on his chest, the towel separating us, and wonder what could become of him and me.

When really, I know better.

I fall asleep.

And I dream of him.