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Please god, don't let this be my punishment.A fresh wave of tears came and blurred my vision.
"Papi," I whined, desperate and broken.
I should be repulsed, or at the very least, embarrassed but I wasn't. All I could care about was him making me cum.
There was no warning as Ezra grabbed my hips and plunged his pierced cock into my ass. The dildo had been a decent size but it felt nothing like the real thing. I cried out as I clenched down on his cock. The ridges of his piercings added another level of ecstasy to it all.
He pulled out until the tip of his cock rested against my hole before slamming forward.
"Ah, fuck. You got a sloppy-ass pussy."
I bit down on my lip as I rolled my hips back. My orgasm kept threatening to come and shatter me further. I tried to hold back as much as I could.
"Please, Daddy." My breathing was erratic.
"You want to cum, then go ahead, but don't touch that useless little dick between your legs. Cum by my dick or not at all."
I was already so close that it was maddening. I met him thrust for thrust as my balls tingled. My toes curled as little sparks danced in my vision. Ezra pulled the collar tight and it was like a match was lit. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my vision went white. The guttural sounds that left me were inhuman as I painted his couch with my cum. Pleasure continued to crash through me like a tidal wave with no end in sight.
"Oh, we're far from being done," Ezra warned as he began to fuck me harder. His voice cut through the ecstasy fueled haze.
It was like I couldn't fully come down. As if I was stuck in a pleasure-filled cloud. Darkness clouded my vision. I tried to fight it. I shook my head, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
"Even if you pass out, I'm going to keep fucking this hole. Fuck, you're so tight. Like a glove around my cock."
I nodded, wanting him to fill me, to own me, even as my vision blurred even more. Pleasure flickered like a lit flame in the pit of my stomach. But it didn't feel like it mattered as my body caved and I succumbed to the darkness.
Chapter Fifteen
Ezra
Shit.
I stared at Felix's limp body and my heart leapt into my throat. Giving him a little shake, I held my breath. He groaned, but he didn't open his eyes. Yep, he was out cold. My stomach clenched.
"Fuck," I muttered. "I didn't think?—"
I slipped out and yanked my jeans back into place. Not bothering to fasten them, I looked down at Felix and groaned. I'd gotten carried away. There was something about Felix that made me want to keep going. And it wasn't like he made it easy, begging for more. I pushed my fingers through my hair. I had never known the definition of restraint. I drank hard, smoked like a chimney, and killed without hesitation. But I had to fix this.
I carefully picked him up into my arms. His head lolled against my chest and I tucked it beneath my chin. Carrying him into the bedroom, I laid him down and made sure his head was on the limp pillow. Reaching out, I ran a hand over his forehead,pushing away the curly locks from his eyes. I stared down at him. He was sleeping so peacefully.
"You're insane, you know that?" I asked his sleeping form. "I always thought I was the worst thing out there, but you're just as bad in your own way. That's fucked up, Felix." I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. "Wake up already. Come on."
I groaned. Shit. He was really out of it. I walked into the bathroom and dampened a towel. When I came back, I swiped it over his forehead and down the back of his neck. The cool water seemed to help, so I jumped up and jogged into the kitchen. I came back with an ice-cold cup of water and lifted his head. Felix groaned harder, and then he licked the rim of the glass before he started drinking it slowly. My heart raced for a few seconds until his eyelids fluttered and he woke up, staring at me.
"Shit," I grumbled. "What the hell? Why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"
"Wrong?" he asked before he drank more cool water. He finally glanced up at me again. "Nothing was wrong. Just got overwhelmed." He stared up at me. "Are you okay?" he muttered.
I stared at him. "¿Qué carajo es esto?What the hell is this?You're the one I should be asking that question. You passed out on me."
"Yeah, but that's okay," he said. "It was fun."
"That isn't fun," I growled, my grip tightening on him. "Next time, you tell me when something is wrong."
"Next time?" He lit up.
"Felix."
