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)
“Yes,” I moan into the comforter, tilting my hips to show him everything. Everything. I just want to give it to this man and put him in charge of fixing my ache. I know he will. I know he’ll take care of me. “Fill me up. I hurt so bad.”
I’m writhing my hips in the air shamelessly and I pray—out loud—for him to fill me, but instead Ezra’s hot breath tickles the insides of my thighs, my sex, and suddenly his mouth is suctioning my clit from behind. I scream and press back against his mouth, pumping my hips up and down, grinding into the wet texture of his tongue, trying to come any way I can. And when he presses his finger to my back entrance, I don’t expect the jolt of blinding pleasure.
“Oh my god. Oh my god, please!”
His tongue leaves my clenching flesh and I sob—until it rides over my back entrance, back and forth, seesawing, until he finally dips it in. At the same time, Ezra starts to rub quick circles on my clit and I convulse my way into a deafening orgasm. Deafening because I can’t hear, even though I know I’m screaming, thanks to the pain in my throat. How can I not scream when my body is in the throes of such unimaginable bliss, pressure leaving me in hot, catastrophic waves? I’m trembling, my core quickening, releasing, quickening—
And then Ezra rams his cock into me from behind and I climax again.
That inescapable thickness is what I’ve been craving, every minute since he came inside me on his mother’s couch and I was left on the precipice of pleasure. Oh God. Oh my God. How have I lived every single day of my life without this man locking into me like a missing part?
Somehow I still want more. He’s made me insatiable. I think I’m going to be unsatisfied until I feel his pleasure pouring into me. I’m aching for that heat. That proof of his need. I want it to fill me up and drip down my thighs. I need it now.
“Hard,” I moan, fisting the bedclothes. “Hard. Please. Take me hard.”
“Yeah. You’re hot for my come, little girl, aren’t you? Liked my tongue in your pretty pink asshole, didn’t you?” Ezra bites out above my head, his hips starting to smack loudly into my buttocks, his thick, delicious manhood plowing into me like a battering ram. So deep it hurts, but I love the hurt. The pain is mine. I own it—and I know it leads to pleasure, so I pump my hips to meet his thrusts. “Beg for my come, Ophelia. Beg.”
That telltale tightening in my tummy makes me whimper and I do what I’m told. I love doing what I’m told when Ezra is the one making commands. Just as I open my mouth to whine like a beggar for him to fill me up, I turn my head and find my father coming to a stop in the hallway outside my open bedroom door, shock writing itself in every line of his face. Ezra’s sudden stiffening tells me he sees my father, too, but he doesn’t stop thrusting.
I don’t think he can. He’s so thick inside me, he’s struggling to fit his cock and his frustrated grunts bounce off the walls of my room. Which means my father is hearing them. My father is watching me get taken from behind. He can see the tattooed hands that hold my hips in a punishing grip, yanking me back back back. The sound of slapping is cut with my high-pitched moans, moans I can’t stop even though I should be ashamed. Should be horrified because of who is watching. But I’m too bogged down in lust and I don’t think there’s a single thing on this planet that could stop me satisfying my man when he’s so hard between my thighs and in obvious need of relief. I’m a servant to his hunger right now in this moment, so my shame will have to wait.
“You want to stand there and watch me come inside your daughter?” Ezra growls at my father. “If not, I suggest you fuck off.”
God help me, him telling my father to fuck off makes my clit tingle all over again and I whimper, lifting my ass up for more. I’m unconscious to anything but the wet friction. His growing size. The fingers digging into my hips. His sweat dripping onto my back.
“Better leave soon.” Ezra’s right hand leaves my hip to gather my hair, pulling my head back, so I’m sobbing up at the ceiling, the smack of his testicles against my backside echoing behind me. “Christ, I’m going to blow any minute. Go.”
My father stomps off muttering and I hear his office door slam.
“There’s a new daddy in town, little girl,” Ezra rasps in my ear, licking it long and hard. “Now, beg for my fucking load, like I told you.”