Page 50 of I see you Beauty

He then penetrates me almost imperceptibly with his tip, and I immediately thrust my core toward him with a gasp. But every time I come toward him, he pulls away from me again so that he keeps full control and continues his gentle game—which is gradually driving me mad.

My whole body trembles with excitement, and I can hardly stand it any longer. If he doesn’t push himself into me straight away, I threaten to burst.

“Ezra,” I moan pleadingly.

“Hmmm,” he mumbles. “Say that again,” he begs in a low voice as he starts to fuck me lightly with his tip. No more, just his hot tip gently penetrating me repeatedly.

“Ezra… please…,” I beg, clawing at the wood to keep from splitting.

“Yes, Beauty? Rough then, huh?” he replies, amused.

But before I can answer, he’s already grabbing me, pulling me off the table, only to bend me over the wood in one swift movement and penetrate me with a firm and rough thrust. It feels like he’s cutting me in half, yet it’s precisely what I need. I don’t think I’ve ever moaned so loudly.

“Oh God… Ezra!” I cry out his name in pleasure.

Ezra thrusts himself into me hard and deep. He has wrapped my hair around one fist, pulling on them to stretch my neck. With the other, he grips my hips so tightly that I’m sure they’ll be bruised tomorrow. I couldn’t care less because his powerful thrusts are what I need and crave, and I didn’t even know it.

“Rough or soft?” he repeats the question, showing me both contrasts again.

He bites my shoulder, fucks me fast and deep, and, to top it off, slaps me on the bottom so that it reverberates inside me. I’ve never been spanked before, and I wonder what I’ve been missing all these years. I wasn’t unhappy with the sex I was having, but I didn’t know then how a man like Ezra King would drive me crazy with what he was doing.

My moans get louder and louder with every thrust and every slap until I feel like I’m going to come. But suddenly he slows down and pauses deep inside me.

“Or gently? How do you want me to fuck you, Beauty? Tell me,” he whispers in my ear in his dark voice and thrusts lazily.

He lets go of my hair again and gently runs his lips and fingers over my back. No, that’s not what I want because that’s all I get from my husband. He’s not even as gentle as Ezra, but he relieves himself, and then we’re done. I don’t want to do that with Ezra. I want to come so often that I don’t know how to walk correctly for the next few days.

“Rough. Please, fuck me hard,” I beg, whimpering because I can’t take it anymore.

“Good girl,” he whispers in an amused voice before his hands move into my hair and hip again. “Scream for me. The louder you moan, the more you’ll get from me, Beauty.”

As soon as he has uttered these words, he rams himself into me again with a hard thrust, and I cry out gratefully before I willingly thrust my ass toward him. I want more. There is so much more; I want Ezra to give me everything.

I didn’t know how incredible it could feel when you mix pain and pleasure, like a rush that I never, ever want to get away from. It sweeps through my body, tearing every fiber apart. The orgasm builds up inside me with every unrestrained thrust, and his hand spanks my ass. The spot is already burning, yet I don’t want him to stop. Please, please, never stop!

“You’re going to come for me now, baby! Now!” Ezra commands me, and I realize I like his dominant nature almost more than his sensual one.

His teeth dig into my shoulder, and I can no longer hold back the orgasm, and I scream out his name in pleasure. Stars appear before me, and I feel light-headed, but I still enjoy how he takes me from behind. It feels so much more intense. Only now do I realize I’ve never come before Thomas, and he keeps going. It feels incredible.

“Fuck, Beauty! You feel so good when you come! I don’t want to come in a fucking condom. I want to mark you. You’re mine, Beauty. You’re mine, and I want to see that!” he growls darkly and pulls out of me instantly.

“Turn around!” he orders, and I obey immediately.

The condom is already off when I find my focus, and Ezra is rubbing his hard cock right in front of my core. I lick my lips and would like him to come into my mouth. But he seems to have other plans because he rubs his tip against my clit while he continues to jerk off, which immediately makes me moan loudly again.

I watch him spellbound and notice how his hardness twitches more and more violently in his hand until he comes with a loud cry, and his sperm spouts onto my core. The sensation makes my clit throb even more aggressively. Seeing his lust on me and realizing that he has just marked me feels forbidden—and excites me all the more. I’m his now.

Ezra looks down at his handiwork, completely fascinated, before he pushes his tip between my folds and spreads his sperm as he rubs me harder with his tip.

“God! Ezra! Please…,” I moan because I can’t cope with the overstimulation.

“Ezra!” I shout as the wave of pleasure crashes over me again before my body goes limp.

My breathing is heavy, and everything hurts, but by God, that was the best sex of my life. And I definitely need more of it!

Chapter Thirty-Eight

My cum suits you, baby!

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