Page 63 of Our Forbidden Romance 1

“I give in. Fuck. As good as this is, Alana, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock. I need you to fucking ride me,” he begs. Mmm, I love the sound of him begging me.

I stop sucking, removing him from my mouth I stay kneeling in front of him. “I don’t know if you deserve me riding your cock after playing your little game all night.” I smirk, licking my lips, and moan when I taste him.

“Alana, please. I am sorry,” he pleads, clearly sexually frustrated.

I get to my feet, walk closer to him and stand poised between his legs, trying not to get too distracted by his huge, hard cock.

“Do you promise to be nice for the rest of the night?” I ask seductively, grabbing the bottom of his tee that I have on.

He shifts on the sofa as he firmly holds onto the sides of the cushion. “I promise. I will do anything you want after it.”

“Mmm, good boy…” He gives me a what the fuck look when I call him that.

I didn’t respond or react when he calls me a good girl. Why can’t I call him a good boy? Though, it does sound a little strange, but I like it because it gives me a sense of power with the roles being reversed. I bring the tee up over my head and toss it aside, leaving me half naked.

His stare intensifies as he waits for my next move. I hook my pj bottoms with my fingers, but don't pull them down straightaway.

“Alana!” he whines, reaching out for me but I swat his hand away.

I can’t help but smirk at him. “Patience, love.”

His body and jaw tenses, trying to fight the urge to pounce on me. He has a feral look in his eyes. I finally let my bottoms fall to my ankles, exposing every inch of me since I don’t have any panties on.

Ezra runs his eyes over every inch of me, his tongue darting between his lips, and he groans. I finally climb onto his lap, and the second I am close enough, he claims my lips with his in a heated kiss, one which is enough to send pleasure straight to my core. He runs his hands down my back before he swats my ass with his right hand. He breaks away from my lips, and I whimper from the loss of contact.

He says raggedly, “My naughty, little, minx.”

I grind against him, needing friction to ease my strong need. “You love it.”

“Now, please, take me, angel. I fucking beg you.” His breathing is choppy, like mine.

I lift my hips, wrapping my hand around his cock, slowly sink down on him, gasping louder as every inch enters me. I cry out from the sweet pleasure and pain when he fills me up.

I whimper, my head dipping back. Feeling his cock buried deep inside of me has become my favourite feeling in the world.

Ezra growls loudly, taking hold of my hips. “Ride me good, kitten.”

“Don’t I always?” I moan.

I rest my hands on his shoulders and begin to rock my hips back and forth. Ezra uses his hand as a necklace around my throat, recapturing my lips. My entire body shudders at his action, it turns me on so badly when he does it.

I start circling my hips, finding the perfect rhythm, one which I know drives him crazy. His lip’s part from mine.

“Fuck, easy, baby girl. You are going to end me too soon.” He grunts as he grabs my ass, trying to control the speed of my rhythm and to stop me from rotating my hips, but it doesn’t work.

I continue to do it, wondering how long I can push him before he steals back all control. Right on cue he holds onto me tightly and flips us over so my back is against the sofa. He thrusts roughly into me. I scream, my nails scratching his back, causing him to hiss into my mouth. It’s going to leave a mark, and I love nothing more than marking him as mine.

He pounds into me, pushing deep and hard. “Oh God, fuck, just like that, Ezra.”

I can feel my climax creeping up on me. He pulls out, and I whine in protest because I want him inside. He teases my folds with the tip of his cock, coating it in my juices because I am already soaking.

I roll up against him, trying to take him back in, but he isn’t allowing it. “Ezra, please, I am fucking close.”

“Payback, kitten.”

He slips a couple of inches into my pussy. I gasp, arching my back, hoping to make him go deeper, but he retreats. Ezra repeats the motion, going deeper every time, every second bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but any time I am ready to come, he stops. He is edging me the fucker! It is driving me wild.

Yes, I am enjoying it, but at the same time, it is frustrating me. My body is aching for his touch. My pussy is throbbing and in desperate need of release. Ezra knows precisely what he is doing. I think it is time I give him a little encouragement and use my womanly ways on him.

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