God. My lower halfflutteredat his tone. Bossy Ezra was usually annoying, but dominant Ezra? Fuck. A thrill went through me. I was excited. Wet. My fingers trembled as I reached to wrap them around him, but before they landed, he leaned back and shook his head.
“No hands.”
Oh, so he wanted to play like that. Fine. I could play. I locked my hands behind my back and leaned in, then licked a path up the underside of his shaft until I got to the swollen tip. He hissed between his teeth, and I smiled in triumph. I remembered exactly what he liked and how to make him fall apart. He was going to regret making me feel even a second of doubt over us.
A few more teasing licks along the ridge of the head were all I managed before he fisted my hair to make me stop. The tug on my scalp stung, and I gasped at how it settled into a burn and spread down my spine. Even lower.
“Open your mouth, little siren,” he commanded, resting just the tip on my bottom lip. His other hand moved to my jaw, where he guided my mouth open wider. “I’m going to use you, and you’re going to let me. Aren’t you?”
The velvet head of his cock slipped past my lips and over my tongue, and I hollowed my cheeks around him in answer.
“Greedy girl.”
He pushed past my soft palate until I gagged, then only pulled back long enough for me to take a deep breath before moving forward again. That hand remained in my hair, keeping me in place while he continued over my tongue. He watched me; watched my eyes widen as he filled up every available atom of space.
Ezra’s cock was only halfway in before I felt him pressing against the back of my throat.
“Tilt your head, just a little,” he rasped. I listened, but I also couldn’t breathe. My eyes filled with tears until they flowed down my cheeks. “That’s it. You’re doing it right, baby, don’t worry.”
Knowing that I wasn’t making a fool of myself helped. I focused on his half-lidded eyes and the pleasure I felt from his side of the bond. I doubled down on my determination to make him crumble before me. It might seem like he was in charge, but what I felt through the bond told a different story.
He was putty in my hands… and a rock in my throat.
CHAPTER 29
Ezra
I was one lucky son of a bitch.
Rani let me fuck her throat, eyes glazed over with desire. Her mouth was damp, hot, and made for such a smooth glide. Gods. If I weren’t careful, this whole thing would be over in a matter of minutes. I felt myself grow impossibly harder as her throat closed around the head of my cock. The sounds we made together… they threatened to send me over the edge.
A tremor went through my lower back, and my balls tightened, but I couldn’t stop moving my hips. Not even if a djinn appeared right now with a Polaroid camera and handcuffs. Dammit. Kinky thoughts weren’t helping. The trust Rani had to let me do this was addictive. When her eyes became unfocused and her hands slammed onto my thighs, nails digging in, I pulled out.
Barely. If this girl didn’t need oxygen on land the same way she didn’t underwater, I never would have left her mouth. She gasped and gulped down air, a trail of spit strung between hermouth and my cock. Swaying, only my grip on her hair kept her upright.
“Breathe for me, baby,” I commanded, dipping down to check that she was all right.
When I knew for sure she was only dazed, I scooped her up and spun to lay her on the bed. Pulling her down until just her ass was on the edge, I knelt and licked a stripe from her damp little hole all the way up to her clit. That got her breathing—one full, giant gasp.
She was soaked, and didn’t that just fill me with pride. I wanted to make a sign. No, a billboard that told the world how my bond liked taking me; liked taking my dick as far into her as it would go just because it pleased me. Such a perfect, dirty girl.
I rewarded her with tongue and lips and teeth and delighted in the shudders that went through her. Themewling. She tried closing her legs, but I clamped down on her thighs and spread her further, not letting her escape.Sorry, not sorry, baby.Small tremors shook her body, and a fresh wave of release flooded my tongue.
I’d barely even started, and I was far from done. She tasted like ambrosia; like my favorite dessert. All sugar and sweet, and it left me with a craving for more.
Flattening my tongue to a point, I used it to flick at her clit as I eased two fingers into her.
“Too much,” she whimpered, trying to push my head away.
Poor innocent siren, I was just getting started. Securing both wrists to her belly, I used that same arm over the top of her thighs to hold her in place and slid my fingers back in. It was a tight fit—three this time—enough that she squealed. I stilled for a moment, until she settled, then worked those fingers in and out. Curling them rapidly.
Her walls squeezed hard against me, and I ignored how her thighs gripped my head.
“Ez,” she whined, her entire body quaking in response to how I devoured her. “Ez, please.”
I flicked her clit with my tongue. Circled. Sucked. Rani was chanting my name, every muscle tense as she came. I didn’t let up. I pressed my fingers harder, putting more pressure against that one spot inside her until another orgasm crashed over the first, stealing her strength until she melted into the mattress.
“So good for me,” I praised, licking her from my hand like icing. “Look at how much you came.”
