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The violent pulsing of his cock inside me doesn’t make it any better and only ensures that the desire to be allowed to come for him once more spreads through me more and more.

“Oh God, Ezra! I… please!” I moan, barely able to hold back the orgasm.

“Not yet,” he whispers as if it’s a precious secret that only he and I may know.

Panting, I claw at my breasts to give my lust some kind of outlet as I continue to adjust to his movements. My pussy is already sore and throbbing so hard it hurts, and yet it feels so intoxicatingly good that I don’t know how I’ll ever go without it again.

When his fingers part my folds, and he barely touches my clit, I can’t hold back the orgasm, convulsing me.

“Naughty girl,” he growls into my ear and nibbles on it as he continues to thrust into me until he comes again. “I’m going to punish you for that next time, and I’m going to enjoy doing it,” he murmurs when his breathing calms down.

Goosebumps accompany his words and trickle down my spine. This man controls me in a way that I can’t understand. But I don’t care because what he’s doing feels far too good to me.

Exhausted, I let myself fall against his naked chest and lean my forehead against his shoulder while I close my eyes. After a long moment, however, I detach myself from him and climb back onto my seat, as I can already feel his cock throbbing inside me again. How can a man have such stamina? Incredible.

I straighten my clothes, which are still wet and clinging to me. The rain has stopped, and night has already fallen. When I look at the clock in his car, I’m shocked that it’s already close to midnight.

“I guess you must get home before your carriage turns back, huh? Then Cinderella will have to leave me another piece of clothing so that your prince can find you again and wait for our next encounter,” he replies before grabbing me by the back of the neck and pulling me possessively to his lips.

Breathless, I pull away from his mouth a moment later and shake my head.

“Ezra, no. I can’t go around without panties again. My husband…”

“Won’t touch you again, right? We still had to sort that out,” Ezra adds with a grin, interrupting me.

I shake my head admonishingly, yet I can’t help but smile slightly because it’s nice to be wanted so much. It’s not a threat or an order like with Thomas. Ezra is not as possessive and jealous as my husband, which is refreshing and makes the whole thing uncomplicated between us.

“I have to go now,” I whisper against his lips before planting one last breathy kiss on him.

I don’t want to leave because I would love to spend the night with him. I would love to fall asleep in his arms and wake up the following day to him thrusting himself gently into me. God, what am I thinking? Wrong thoughts, Cora!

I disengage from him and lean back in my seat as I try to control my pulse and contain the constant longing tug between my thighs. My hormones, and especially my libido, go utterly crazy around him, and I can’t get enough of him.

“When will I see you again?” he wants to know as he pulls me back to his lips.

“I don’t know. June is coming home tomorrow…” I answer him, panting.

He nods knowingly before letting go of me for good.

“It was amazing. Thank you, Ezra,” I whisper with a smile and give him one last kiss on the cheek before he gets out of my car, grabs the basket from the back seat and his jacket from the footwell, and closes the door.

I start the engine, but before I drive off, I see him waving something in his hand. Only then do I realize that I’ve forgotten to put something on. My bra! You little bastard!

Ezra grins broadly at me and gives me another wink before disappearing the black bra into his back pocket, showing me I’m not getting it back. At least not now.

Shaking my head but still smiling, I leave the little bay.

I see him looking after me in the rear-view mirror, and longing pulsates in my chest, even though I know for a fact that I shouldn’t miss him already. Damn!

Chapter Forty-Nine

The things I want to do with you…

Ihave no idea how long I stare after you with a big grin on my face. At some point, I break free from my stupor and fish your bra out of my trouser pocket to press my nose into the fabric that was recently touching your perfect breasts and inhale your scent.

My cock is still hard, and I wasn’t lying earlier. I could fuck you all night, and I still wouldn’t get enough of you. The things I still want to do to you… The different scenarios instantly flood my mind, and I have to adjust my already aching cock in my jeans. I would love to see you on your knees in front of me right now. With my cock in your mouth, my hand buried in your curly hair so that I can push myself deep into your throat. Fuck…!

I press your bra firmly against my nose and inhale your scent, letting it intoxicate me like a junkie craving his next fix. But your faded scent on a piece of fabric isn’t the next shot I’m longing for. It’s like cheap and stretched methadone. It’s not even enough to satisfy me for three seconds. Just you, naked in my bed every night and every day—that would be the only thing that would satisfy me completely. That would be the right stuff to catapult me into the perfect frenzy, to give me what my body and especially my cock need.

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