Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Ezra sucks in a groan. “That ain’t nothing, princess. And you’re going to call it my man’s cock from now on. That’s what it’s called.”
“Okay,” I breathe, inspecting it closely, licking my lips and deciding where I want to start. “Will you? Do…what I said? Or is that a silly thing to want?”
His fist chokes up to the tip, turning it purple, then strokes back down. “I don’t like the idea of slapping you in the face. Not in any form.”
I lap my tongue against the side of his arousal. “Then why are you breathing so hard?”
And he is, his ridged stomach expanding and dropping in quick succession. “Look up at me like I’m your lord and savior and squeeze those titties.”
I’m pretty sure that’s how I’m already looking at Ezra, so I palm my breasts, catching my nipples between two fingers and clamping down. The smooth head of his cock drags along the seam of my parted lips. Right, left, right…then he smacks me across the mouth with his long, thick arousal. One direction and then the other, gritting out my name in between curses. By the time he finishes, I’ve got a swollen mouth and I’ve soaked clear through my shorts.
“Jesus Christ, Ophelia,” Ezra growls. “If I’d known there was a little girl hot to get dick slapped waiting for me, I would have ripped down the fucking walls of that prison to get out.”
I don’t have a chance to respond, because Ezra squeezes my jaw to make my mouth open wide and his thickness is stuffed inside my mouth. Every corner of my mouth is filled to capacity and I’m still staring down the ruddy length of him. Holy cow. His texture is nothing like I expected. I thought it would be fleshy and pliant. Instead, he’s smooth and hard as concrete. Pulsing. Full of life. And looking up at Ezra, I realize his entire world is narrowed down to my mouth. He’s holding his breath and suffering and blissful all at once. It’s beautiful.
“What are you going to do with it, little girl?”
My hand grips the lower half of his cock and I start to suck, turning my face side and side, twisting, drawing deeply with great big pulls. Ezra groans—“fuuuuuuuck, princess”—his balls jerking, plumping and tightening in front of my eyes. His fingers twist in my hair, his stance widening and he begins to have frenzied intercourse with my mouth. The whole idea of it is so erotic, I’m almost dizzy with heat. With hunger. I love being used like a pretty toy, a place to relieve his male aches. I want to taste more and more, so I slacken the muscles of my throat and let him plunge even deeper, listening to his strangled cries of my name. I have to hold on to his thighs so I don’t topple over, he’s going at my mouth so hard now—and all I can think is more, more, more. Please.
“Get the taste of me in your mouth and down the back of your pretty throat, Ophelia. Memorize it. That’s the only cock you’ll ever suck on.” He rolls his hips forward in a slow grind and I gasp around his flesh. “When you taste your man’s flavor from your knees it means you’re about to be fucked hard and dirty.”
I have no time to prepare before Ezra pulls his erection out of my mouth. I slump against him and inhale oxygen in great gulps, my whole body shaking with lust. My fingertips claw at his big thighs and I look up, watching as he strips off his T-shirt, using it to wipe the saliva off my chin. And then I’m scooped up tossed onto the bed. “Yes. Yes,” I whine, squeezing my thighs together and arching my back, rolling and pinching my nipples. “You’re going to put it inside me, right? Please, Ezra. Please.”
“My God,” he grits out from the side of the bed, in the process of shoving down his jeans. “How am I ever going to tear myself away from you for a single second, you horny little girl? Look how bad you want my cock.”
“I want it, I want it,” I chant, mindlessly. I can’t think or breathe or wait another moment. That tickle I had in my stomach the first time Ezra touched me has bloomed and spread to my entire body. I’m on fire. I need so desperately. “Ezra.”
When he climbs onto the bed, huge and raw and naked, I sit up and reach for him, but the world turns sideways. I’m flipped onto my stomach and yanked up onto my hands and knees. Ezra’s hands grip my buns hard and he lets out an exultant growl. “All that sweet pink is just for me. From your tight asshole to that dripping pussy. All fucking mine.”