Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“Pick it up and show me how you use it,” I order, stepping back until I’m leaning against the refrigerator. Piper looks me over, and her gaze snags on my rock-hard cock.
“I could show you how I use that.” She nods to my cock.
“Know how to use it, dear. Now pick it up and do what you’re told.” I tell her.
That submissive side she’ll never admit she has comes out, and her tongue darts along her teeth before she does as I say. I watch as she turns it on, and the vibration comes to life. She eyes me before she slides it between her folds and places it on her clit. “How does it feel?”
“Good.”
“Better than my mouth?” She shakes her head. And I smirk at that. “Good girl. Tell me, would you prefer my mouth?” I ask as she starts to slide it up and down through her wetness. I know she’s getting more and more turned on simply by the lust in her eyes.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
“Now, how do you ask nicely?”
“Please,” she adds, and I obey. Because who am I to turn down a goddess?
Chapter Thirteen
PIPER
Ezra 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.