Page 67 of I see you Beauty

I follow his instructions and climb onto his lap. His pants are also completely soaked, just like all our clothes.

Ezra’s lips meet the corner of my mouth, and he slips his leather jacket off my shoulders so it falls into the footwell. His lips wander over my neck and up to my ear. Goose bumps spread across my body, running through me like one of the bright flashes of lightning that split the sky above us.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you? How perfect. How incredibly hot and sexy. Fuck, Beauty… What do I want with any girl when I can have you?” he murmurs in my ear before he reaches my neck and kisses me again with such passion that my breath catches.

My fingers hastily find the buttons of his shirt. I need to feel his warm skin now. Working my way further down, button by button, I push the thin fabric aside with my hands. I break away from his lips to kiss my way down his prominent chin and over his neck to his toned chest. His tanned skin feels so good under my lips, and his scent intoxicates me as he caresses my upper body.

Meanwhile, Ezra has pulled down the thin straps of my cocktail dress and is in the process of freeing me from my strapless bra to expose my breasts. Gasping, I throw my head back as his teeth nibble delicately on my erect nipples.

Impatiently, I reach for his pants and undo the first few buttons until I can slide my hand under his waistband and into his boxers. His cock is already hard and immediately twitches violently in my hand.

“Fuck!” he growls before biting my nipple, making me groan hoarsely. “Fuck me, Beauty!” he orders me breathlessly.

Ezra moves the seat back and impatiently tugs his pants down, gathers my dress, and then pushes my panties aside before I feel his velvety tip against my wetness.

“Show me how much you want me,” he murmurs into my neck in a dark voice before biting down and wrapping his arms around me.

Panting, I nestle against his broad chest and slowly lower myself onto his cock while he plays with my nipples, twirling them between his fingers, sometimes harder, sometimes softer. Moaning, I sit down on his length bit by bit until he is sheathed completely inside me and hits my sweet spot perfectly in this position.

“God!” I gasp, clawing at the back of his seat.

The windows steam up, and the rain is pouring down on the car.

I stay on top of him for a moment, enjoying feeling him so deep inside me again, before I slowly start moving, making him growl darkly at my sensitive nipples before he gently bites it. Ezra’s roughness during sex is driving me crazy, giving me something I didn’t even know I needed.

“Fuck my brains out, Beauty!” he growls and grabs both my breasts with a firm grip, making me whimper.

I immediately do as he asks and move quickly on top of him. I settle down on his hardness more urgently and feel the tingling inside me increase by the second. One of his hands moves between my thighs and further through my wet folds. When he parts them, I moan loudly and immediately speed up a little.

The whole car is shaking, and the windows are completely steamed up. Anyone driving past us knows what’s happening here, even without seeing us. But I couldn’t care less. This is exactly what I want—what I need! And it’s Ezra who gives it to me.

Our moans get louder, meeting the deafening noise of the heavy rainfall. It smells like dirty sex, and it is. So dirty and hot that I can barely control myself and scream with pleasure as Ezra thrusts himself hard and deep into me. He matches my movements, and we complement each other so well that we drive each other further and further into madness until the longed-for jump off the cliff is inevitable.

“Come for me, baby. Now!” moans Ezra, straightening up and biting my nipple again as he pinches my clit hard, making me cry out in excitement and I explode as pain and pleasure mix.

Moaning loudly, I let my forehead fall against his shoulder as the orgasm crashes over me and sweeps me away so much that, for a moment, I notice nothing around me. It’s only when I feel one last powerful thrust and Ezra claws firmly into my chest, growling darkly as he spills himself into me, that I come back to reality.

Panting, I brace myself against his chest as Ezra beds his sweaty forehead in the crook of my neck, and we both try to catch our breath, his cock still pulsing so deliciously inside me I don’t want him to pull out of me at all.

His soft lips leave a wet trail of kisses across my collarbone, up to my neck. I lean back and enjoy his tender kisses on my heated skin, as well as his delicate caresses on my breasts. As rough as he sometimes is during sex, he is also tender and loving. Ezra balances this perfectly.

“I could fuck you all night, and I still wouldn’t get enough of you, Beauty. My cock is still so hard…” he mumbles and thrusts into me again, making me moan once more, and I close my eyes with pleasure to enjoy the feeling of being filled by him even more.

His hand, which had just been on my breast, moves to my damp mane, and he wraps it around his fist to maneuver me back to his lips so that he can kiss me. The pull on my scalp paired with the delicate caresses on my clit are such opposites that my whole body trembles. I can feel his cock twitching inside me, and I want him to take me as hard and deep as he did last night in his bed.

As hard as he pushes himself into me, he touches my folds as light as a feather without parting them. He drives me completely crazy with this game of hard and soft so that the next orgasm I’m craving is already building up inside me again.

“Don’t come. Hold it back,” he murmurs, licking over my neck as he thrusts himself deep inside me repeatedly.

“God… Ezra!” I plead, unable to take it anymore.

How can he bring me to ecstasy so quickly? I’ve only just come, and I’m already on fire for him again, begging to be allowed to come again.

“Wait, Beauty!” he growls and pulls even harder on my hair so that I whimper, and a loud moan erupts from me as the next powerful thrust follows.

“Massage your breasts and imagine they’re my hands,” he orders me as his fingers continue to torture me with their delicate touches.

I adapt to his movements so that I ride him faster and harder while he penetrates me. I follow his command and massage my breasts as firmly as he would, which elicits another gasping sound from me, and the wave of arousal continues to build up inside me.

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