Page 56 of The Wrong Sister
He slowly starts moving himself lower, touching my skin here and there in the process. Until his body settles between my widely spread legs and he hooks his arms under my thighs. Digging his fingers on the top of them.
“Control is mine.” He suddenly blows on my overheated pussy. “You can come only when I say you can.”
“What?” I lift my head to look at him.
Then, he slaps me. Right on my very swollen vagina.
“What?” I cry out.
“Quiet, Maeve. Not a word. All I want to hear is your moans.”
With that, he covers my clit with his hot mouth and starts licking. My back arches, and my hips move forward onto his face. His grip on my thighs intensifies as he continues hisassault. When I’m definitely fucking his face, his finger joins his tongue, and I’m getting so high I don’t think I can come down from here without crashing?—
Then he withdraws his finger and his mouth.
“Ezra,” I moan his name loudly. “Please.”
“Not yet.”
“Please.” I’m not beyond begging at this point, and he knows it because he brings his body up.
“Control is,” a kiss on my lips, “mine.”
His hard cock slams into me. “The first time you come,” he growls into my ear, “will be around me.”
I wrap my arms around his back, trying to bring him closer to me. His size is big. It’s stretching me to the point where it might have been painful if I weren’t so ready for him. He worked me like a damn strained string.
“Ezra,” I cry out. “Please.”
My pussy is aching. My thighs are shaking. My hips keep moving forward to meet him.
Our bodies are sweaty. We are sleek as we move together. I didn’t know I could feel so much passion having sex before, but Ezra is driving me insane with his fully in control voice and strained body.
I also didn’t know I could be ordered like that when I’m about to come. Turns out, I just needed a good ruler.
He moves his face to mine and whispers into my mouth. “You can come now.”
He brings his hand between us and presses on my clit. Just fucking once. Once. And I’m flying off the highest cliff into a deep ocean of swirling orgasms. One after another, the waves keep crashing into me. And as I suspected, I don’t think I can climb out of it.
He joins me a moment after. I can nearly see him in the same swirling high.
His constant growling into my ear, jerking movements ofhis hips, and the hot mess spilling out from the place where our bodies are joined are a clear indication that we are in this together.
When we’re both able to breathe, he flips on his side and pulls me on top of him.
“You’ll be the end of everything I’ve built, Maeve,” he whispers, pulling my hair away from my sweaty forehead.
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Ezra
“You’re very good at being told what to do,” I whisper into her hair, knowing she’ll get pissed. I love seeing her riled up, she’s not shy to share her opinion and call me on my bullshit. It’s refreshing.
As expected, I get smacked on my chest with her tiny palm.
“Ouch,” she cries out, shaking her hand until I grab it and plant a kiss on its palm. “You’re a jerk.”
“I know,” I reply smugly. “But I have a suspicion that you love it.”
