Page 50 of Beg for Death
“Wanna shake your head but your ass is desperate for my cock. Every time I pull out, even a little, you suck me right back in.”
My body was a fucking traitor. Even as I cried, I couldn’t stop moving. Couldn’t stop wanting more. I slapped a hand over my mouth.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He grabbed my arms and pulled them back. “I want to hear my bitch squeal.”
He pinned my hands against my lower back as he fucked me so hard and deep I screamed. The sounds leaving me echoed around us. If anyone came by, there was no doubt they’d know what was happening.
Pleasure twisted in my gut as a guttural moan ripped from my lungs.
“Daddy… please.”
“Daddy. You sure that’s who I am to you?”
I nodded my head, jerking with every punishing thrust. I was so fucking close to losing my mind. Electricity danced over my spine, lighting up every nerve ending as Ezra fucked me into oblivion.
“Please. I—ah, I’m going to cum. Daddy.”
“Nah, don’t start begging now.” His thrusts picked up pace. “Who do you belong to?”
I choked on a moan as ecstasy rushed through my veins. I clenched around his cock, earning a groan from him.
I had no plans to answer him but it didn’t matter what I thought. My mouth moved on its own as if everything in my soul was begging for me to give in. “Papi.”
“Fucking finally.” He let my hands go and grabbed my throat instead. I closed my eyes, expecting him to choke me, but instead, he pulled me back until my spine connected with his hard chest. His clothes were a stark contrast to my naked body. Ezra took my mouth in a demanding kiss like he was laying claim.
My toes curled as he continued to fuck my ass and thrust his tongue into my mouth. There wasn’t a part of me he wasn’t owning, and I stupidly loved all of it. Fire licked up the base of my spine and quickly turned into a tsunami rushing through me. I came so hard, colorful spots danced in my vision as my head got light.
“Fuck,” Ezra swore. His thrusts faltered before hot splashes of his cum filled me.
Another wave of pleasure pushed through, and I moaned into Ezra’s mouth. He greedily swallowed every sound, owning that too.
Time seemed to stop around us as we stayed still for a few breaths. Ezra pulled back a little, his cock slipping out of my abused hole. I was instantly hit with the feeling of being empty. I grunted and touched my abdomen. He was up and tucking his cock back away.
Hand out, he looked at me expectantly. “Come on, we're going home.”
I had to physically stop myself from reaching out for him. I knew the moment I was back in his arms there was no going back. How easy it would be to go back to him and pretend like I didn’t know the truth. However, sooner or later, he’d go back to my dad and I’d become invisible. Again.
Fuck that. I’d rather leave on my own terms.
“I can tell you’re thinking something stupid.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and got up in my face. “Shut it down. You don’t have to think about anything except about how to be my good little dirty slut.”
A shiver raced down my spine. My body reacted, not giving a fuck about what was happening in my heart. My cock twitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut, just wanting him to give the fuck up.
“You love my dad. I can't share you. I’d rather die.”
“What are you talking about?” Ezra released me and groaned. ”I knew you were thinking something stupid.” He blew out a breath. “I don’t love that piece of shit. I want him dead.”
“Really?” Hope flared to life in my chest. Fear and uncertainty was right there along with it.
“Yes.”
The picture came to mind, but I desperately wanted to believe Ezra.
“You want me?”
He groaned. “You’re mine.”
Tears burned the back of my eyes. “For once in my miserable fucking life, I want to be the one chased after. I want to be desired,” I confessed.
