Page 45 of Riot of Autumn

Why didn’t I wear a skirt? Easy access. Mental note: never wear pants again. At least my shoes are easy to kick off and they go flying as well.

Ezra’s doing the same thing on the couch, his hips lifting as he shoves his pants down and kicks off his shoes and socks. His pants go flying after at lightning speed. I almost start laughing at his frenzy, but then I take in the sight in front of me.

Ezra. Naked.

Every inch of his beautiful skin is on display. My gaze drifts to my name tattooed over his heart. I can’t see the other tattoo I gave him, but I smile just thinking about it. I tattooed a little bird on his middle finger. I’m immediately distracted when his abs flex and tighten as he breathes. Holy hell, it’s almost impossible to believe he’s real. I might have seen him naked for a few minutes in my studio, but I was doing everything I could not to stare. Now, I’m letting myself look my fill.

Ezra’s eyes scan me, his breaths growing more rapid as his dick, impossibly, gets even harder. When his eyes finally meet mine, I see my own lust and need mirrored there.

“You’re naked.” Ezra licks his lips, a smile tipping up the corners of his mouth.

I actually blush. Christ.

“You’re naked too. That’s your penis.” I point and I swear it twitches.

“That’s your vagina.” Ezra nods his head and lifts his brows, trying to keep a straight face.

I throw myself back into his arms and we both start laughing like nut jobs.

“Your dick is huge,” I say through gasped breaths, wrapping my arms around Ezra’s neck and burying my face in his shoulder. His hands come up and palm my breasts. His thumbs brush over my nipples, drawing a gasp out of me.

“Your tits are fucking perfect.” He groans when I bite down on his shoulder.

“I thought they were mosquito bites.”

“That’s exactly how I like my breasts.”

Ezra’s hands shift to my waist, and he flips us in the next instant so I’m on my back. Ezra’s between my thighs, his mouth latching onto my nipple before I form a response. Screw talking. Talking is overrated.

I moan, writhing beneath Ezra and shifting my hips, trying to get him inside me. Ezra’s groan vibrates around my breast, his hips flexing and grinding against me. It’s a damn tease. His dick almost slides into place, but Ezra pulls back and grins down at me.

“Ugh, you suck,” I grumble, my hands gliding down his back as I try to pull his weight back down on top of me.

“If you insist,” Ezra hums and shifts down my body. He drops kisses on each of my breasts, just above my belly button, and then below it, before his shoulders settle between my thighs.

I’m panting, desperate and achy. I brush a hand over Ezra’s head, wishing he had more hair for me to grab hold of. A choked sound escapes my throat when Ezra’s head drops, and his tongue unerringly finds my clit. He flicks and then sucks, swirling his tongue and making my hips buck up from the couch. The huge palm of one hand snakes over my belly to hold me down while he tears me apart with his mouth.

My sounds are embarrassing. Or they would be if I gave a damn. Especially when a long finger slips inside me. Ezra hums against my pussy, as if he’s enjoying this as much as I am. A second finger joins the first, and my body thrums with pleasure. Every cell lights up with an intense rush of fire that’s ready to explode.

Ezra pulls back, taking his mouth and fingers with him. A pathetic sound echoes around the room. My orgasm was so close I can fucking taste it and now it’s just out of reach. Ezra doesn’t look smug as he gazes down at me. He looks wild. My heart flips in my chest at the sight of his desperation.

“I want to feel you coming on my cock.” There’s an animalistic growl in Ezra’s voice, like he’s on the edge of wolfing out. It’s oddly hot, knowing that I’m making him lose control. “Are you…” He’s breathing hard, like he’s trying to bridle a monster that’s ready to break free. “Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. Fuck. Me. Now,” I gasp, my voice raspy and foreign sounding.

Ezra hooks his hands around my thighs, lifting my hips and driving into me with one swift move. It doesn’t matter that he’s freaking huge; I’m so wet there’s almost no resistance. Ezra makes a sound of such pleasure that my toes curl and I almost come right then.

He doesn’t move at first, just stays buried deep inside of me while I throb around him, feeling so damn stretched and full. Ezra’s eyes are hooded as he looks down at me. That smug grin returns as he pulls almost all the way out and then pushes back into me. My back bows and I cry out. Then he does it again and I shatter. My orgasm rips through me so fast and hard that it steals my breath. I can’t make a sound. My body shakes and spasms as Ezra keeps fucking me through the waves of pleasure.

“Fuck. Yes.” There’s an intense look of concentration on his face as he watches me fall apart beneath him. He grabs my ankle and throws it up on his shoulder, making me cry out as the angle allows him deeper inside me.

“Oh, shit. Yes.” My words are forced from me with each thrust of his hips.

Fuck me. I’m ruined. I’m so fucking screwed. Obviously, and literally. Nothing has ever felt this incredible. I knew it. I knew with Ezra this would be explosive, world changing, life altering. And there’s no coming back from this.

Ezra pulls out, only to flip me around before I get a chance to protest. His hands are on my hips, pulling my ass up, while my hands and knees press into the couch. He doesn’t waste time before he plunges back inside me with a groan that I match.

His hand lands on my ass with a smack, and my head falls forward as another orgasm creeps up. Holy shit. Did Ezra just spank me? It wasn’t hard, but the sound of his palm connecting to my flesh has me gushing.

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