Page 75 of Our Forbidden Romance 1

Ezra drops to his knees. I glance down at him, anxious for his next move. He looks damn sexy down there. He kisses up my thigh before bringing it over his shoulder and trailing his lips up the inside of it.

“Brace yourself, sweetness.” He groans.

I hold onto the shower rail, waiting for impact. His face disappears between my thighs, and his warm tongue runs over my folds. I gasp, gripping tighter on the railing. He goes to town on me, working his talented tongue on my pussy like it is his last meal. His groan sends a thrill of delight through me.

I can feel my climax already starting to build. It never takes long when he has his tongue on me. He moves his mouth to my clit, alternating between circling it and gently sucking.

“Fuck, yes, baby, you are so good at this,” I cry out, rolling my hips. “I am close. Finish me,” I beg.

He growls against me, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. Ezra teases my entrance with his fingers, finally slipping one into me, followed by a second, and starts working them into me, while tugging my clit between his teeth. It is all I need to bring me over the edge.

My walls clench around his fingers, my legs shake, and I release. He removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue and drinks me up greedily, taking every drop. I come to my end, and he carefully removes my leg from over his shoulder, placing it on the floor. I stumble, my legs weak, but he is quick to grab my hips.

“Easy, gorgeous.” He smirks, licking his lips.

I rest against the wall, panting hard as Ezra gets to his feet. He steps in closer to me, pressing his lips roughly to mine. Without warning he stops kissing me and intently looks into my eyes.

“Now, I will fuck you,” he insists as he lifts me from the floor and pins me to the wall.

“Mmm, fuck me then. Let me feel you fill me up, baby.” I moan, rubbing my pussy over the tip of his cock.

A deep, animal-like groan escapes from his lips. He grabs my face with his hands, capturing my lips with his, and slides his cock into me. Our foreplay has left me extra sensitive, and I instantly call out, cling to him.

He backs away from my lips, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, angel. Your pussy always feels good around me. So tight.” He grunts, his teeth sinking into my neck. Vamps is back.

I begin rocking my hips with his, running my fingers through his hair and tugging on it as he ravages me. He leaves what feels like a trail of hickeys on my neck, moving down and doing the same to my breasts.

“God, you are a fucking goddess.” He pants, slapping my thigh.

I can only moan in response as my next orgasm is approaching, causing me to become breathless and lightheaded. I dip my head back, closing my eyes.

“Eyes on me, Alana. You should know by now that you look at me when you are coming,” he demands, putting his hand on my throat.

I cry out and do what he tells me. Our eyes connect.

“Better. Mmm, ready to cum again.” He smirks.

“Y-Y-Yes,” I stammer out, starting to quake.

“Cum, kitten. I want to feel you tighten around my cock before you coat it in your sweet juices. Let me have it, Alana,” he says with ragged breath, going deep enough to hit my sweet spot.

“Oh God! Yes! Ezra!” I squeal, obeying his command and erupting around him, the pleasure soaring through every inch of me.

“That’s my girl,” he rasps.

I am too weak to speak. He kisses me through my high, continuing to work his cock, aiming for his own orgasm. It only takes moments until his cock swells inside of me. His breathing becomes heavier and his grunts and groans louder.

“Cum for me. Ezra, I need you to,” I say with a strangled breath.

“I am close, angel. So, fucking close.” He buries his face between my breasts.

He manages one, two, three more thrusts before he calls my name in pleasure, his warmth spilling deep inside me. It is enough to make me cum again, and we ride through the pleasure until our bodies become still. He places me back on the ground, and I collapse to the shower floor, a hot, shaking mess.

Ezra looks down at me, a sexy smile on his lips and pride on his face. “You alright down there, sweetness?”

I manage a nod, needing time to catch my breath. He offers me a hand, which I take, and he helps me back up.

“I love what I can do to your body,” he says, trying not to sound smug but failing as he strokes some wet strands of hair away from my face.

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