Ezra laughed. “You’re not very good at this game.”
No-fucking-duh. I was three seconds away from combusting, of course, I couldn’t shut up about it. His strokes turned long and hard, and all too soon, I was mumbling. Begging. Fire exploded in my veins as I came, squeezing his cock as he continued to thrust inside me.
He never stopped his fingers, helping to drag out my release. Just when I thought he lied about witches having a magic dick, he jerked hard and buried himself to the hilt, losing himself to the same pleasure trying to drown me. I felt it then. Like shockwaves rippling out of him to slam into my soul.
I shattered. Splintered. Yet, I wasn’t lost. Ezra collected all those pieces and gathered them within himself. Fragments of him settled in my chest, filling the new voids until neither one of us was complete without the other. He was draped over my back, cock still rock hard inside me but it was surprisingly comfortable. I could sleep just like this. For a week.
We’re not done.
Did he just—?
“Did you just say that in my head?”
His chest shook with what I assumed was laughter; even I thought the idea sounded stupid.
Perks of completing the bond, remember?
I wasn’t crazy. I wondered if it went both ways?
If you can hear me in your head, does that mean your cock can hear me, too? If not, please tell him to get smaller already. I’m sore.
Ezra was already pulling out, and I swore my body liquefied into the mattress. I pushed the pillow out from under me and let my knees collapse straight with a sigh. A tied up condom landed on the bed above my head, and the sound of lube squeezing from a bottle registered seconds before the cool liquid dribbled between my cheeks.
He can’t hear you.Ezra’s honeyed voice penetrated my mind at the same time as his fingers in my now slippery hole.ButIget to hear what you think of my dick taking your ass.
I instinctively locked down on those digits, and a warm hand kneaded the soft flesh of a cheek to get me to unclench.
“Relax,” he whispered. “It will hurt more if you tense up.”
Oh God. Oh God, okay. We were doing this. Part of me was still nervous, even though I knew Ezra would make sure I loved every minute. It was the uncertainty of the unknown and the excitement of what I once thought of as forbidden.
The round head of his cock replaced his fingers, and the pressure was immediately different. More. Almost more than I could take, in the best way. He’d hardly breached the rim, and I was already panting and squirming; that stretch doing strange things to the already hypersensitive nerves back there.
All my hesitation evaporated with each claimed inch. Holy hell, this was not what I thought it would be. Intense, yes, but so much more. All-consuming. Dare I say habit-forming.
Fucking… gods, Rani.Ezra slid a few more inches.I can feel you squeezing me.
Without a condom’s uniform cover, there was no buffer between my muscles and the sensitive skin of Ezra’s cock, nothing to stop me from feeling the heat of him or the distinct ridge where his thickness narrowed to a blunt point as it seared its way deeper than even the plug.
Say something. Even in my mind, he was out of breath, raspy.I need to know I’m not hurting you.
I huffed at his demand. Why didn’t he get a giant dick squeezed between his ass cheeks and tell me how easy it was to form cohesive thoughts.
Also, couldn’t he feel if I was in pain?
Ezra wasn’t hurting me. In fact, he was driving me crazy with how much he wasnot moving. I appreciated his gentle approach and the time he gave me to acclimate, especially when our previous play back there required a lot of coaxing on his part, but my body was buzzing with multiple orgasms.
His heartbeat pounded in my chest, his scent surrounded me, and it felt like I was finally ready to take everything he’d been offering. All of it. Including the ego boasting, best-sex-you’ve-ever-had, claims that I was going to love his dick in my ass. Well, here we were, and he wasn’t delivering.
Stop babying me and fucking do what you said you would.I pushed to my elbows and looked over my shoulder, making sure he stared right into my eyes.Claim me, Ezra.
Surprise flashed across his face before being replaced by determination and what I could only describe asferalneed. It was like he needed my permission to let go. To unleash. Shit, I guessed I needed permission to do the same.
Ezra curved himself over me, one sticky hand wrapping around my throat from behind to tilt my head back. Fingers dug into the sides of my neck as he tightened his hold. With meanchored, his hips surged forward… only to be stopped about halfway, at the widest part of him.
Ow,I gasped, my wince hidden from his gaze.Do it a little less… big.
His laugh was real and cerebral, echoing through my mind and the plant-covered room. That boldness was back, that innate confidence, and it enveloped our entire bond with its potency. Ezra withdrew almost all the way, his crown stretching my tight ring until I panted, eyes and jaw clenched tight.
